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"Long time no see. Mr. Xu." Li Ming stretched out his hand to hold Xu Tao's. He pulled him up and sat across from him. Then he helped his eyes and showed a decent smile: "Mr. Xu. I'm late. Volunteer to punish him with three cups." . " After finishing speaking, I didn't add ice cubes. I drank three glasses directly.

Of course Xu Tao was happy. But Zhou Xuan next to him was not happy. Seeing Li Ming frowning, he said hoarsely, "Why are you robbing me of wine?"

Li Ming took the orange juice on the side and put it in front of Zhou Xuan. He whispered: "You have already drunk enough. Don't hold on anymore." After a pause, he still added: "Your stomach can't take it living."

Zhou Xuan looked at him in a daze. He didn't know if he understood what he meant. Seeing that the contract was signed, he just nestled in Ye Zhiyuan's arms. road:

"How about I sing for you?"

"Stop making trouble. Ye Zhiyuan covered his mouth with his hand, lifted him up, and pressed his twisted waist." Mr. Xu, you drink slowly. He is drunk. I will take him away first .”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xu Tao's consent, he gestured to Li Ming, pulled him away and walked out.

......

Zhou Xuan was quiet along the way. He obediently let him lead him and breathed continuously. When he walked outside, it was probably because of the wind. He stopped suddenly and squatted on the ground. He refused to leave no matter what.

The cheeks that hadn't changed at first also turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye with the blow of the cold wind. It seemed to be dripping blood. When Zhou Xuan raised his eyes, they were out of focus.

Stupidly looking at the person in front of him, his whole body was hot, exuding an abnormal blush, and muttered: "I don't want..."

He wasn't good at drinking. He didn't pour a thousand cups or something. Thanks to him, he dared to make nonsense. He was drunk as early as the first cup. He was confused in his mind, but he couldn't show it on the surface. He was not like a normal person. What a difference. It also makes many people mistakenly think that he is really good at drinking.

"I don't want to go...I'm sick. I want to sing."

As he spoke, he didn't care what Ye Zhiyuan looked at. He threw himself on the person, wrapped around Ye Zhiyuan's waist like a water snake, and howled directly.

"I know. My future is not a dream. I live every minute seriously..." Every sentence and every word is out of tune. After a while of howling, I paused, and then asked shyly: " The love song I gave you. Is it nice?"

The corners of Ye Zhiyuan's eyes twitched. I didn't expect him to be so drunk so quickly. I just looked at his blushing cheeks with anticipation. His misty eyes seemed as long as he said "it doesn't sound good" or something. After thinking about it, it seemed like I was about to cry. A certain part of my heart was soft and ugly: "It sounds good. I like it very much."

Gently patted Zhou Xuan's shoulder and pulled him into his arms. He continued: "Let's sing again when we go back. You sing slowly. I listen slowly."

Ye Zhiyuan had never coaxed him so softly before. Like a feather, he gently brushed against the heart. Zhou Xuan's body gradually became limp. Slowly lifted it up and hugged Ye Zhiyuan's neck. Exhaled a scorching breath from his mouth, and lightly bit Ye Zhiyuan's neck.

The two hugged tightly, as if connected together.

Zhou Xuan only felt light all over his body. He let the person in front pull him. He didn't open his half-closed eyes until he got into the car, was fixed by someone, and put on his seat belt.

"Ye Zhiyuan. I want to sing."

"Well, wait a minute."

"Ye Zhiyuan, I don't want to go home."

"Good. I'll sing again when I get home."

"Ye Zhiyuan. Don't take me for a fool. You will definitely not listen to me when you go home." Zhou Xuan got up again. His eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry. "I'm going to sing now. Immediately Immediately. Don’t always put me off.” After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and tried hard to untie his seat belt. But the seat belt seemed to be against him. Zhou Xuan squinted his eyes and tried hard to untie it. It just kept slipping When he got to the belt, he rolled it up and down. Finally, he pulled it angrily and randomly. It seemed that something was holding him tightly. He couldn't breathe, but he couldn't get rid of it either.

"Okay. You sing." Ye Zhiyuan stretched out a hand and pressed Zhou Xuan's hand, trying to comfort him.

"You said it." Zhou Xuan yelled. He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Zhiyuan for a moment. His eyes slowly turned red. After a while, he sniffled: "Ye Zhiyuan... ..I'm uncomfortable."

"I know." Ye Zhiyuan tugged on his tie irritably and accelerated the speed of the car.

"I really sang." Zhou Xuan said, but slowly closed his eyes, muttering all the time, but didn't open his mouth to sing.

77. What should I do if I starve to death?

There was a lot of tossing along the way. Zhou Xuan simply staged a show of acting. For a while, his brows and eyes were blooming, and then he began to cry silently. He muttered in his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about.

Ye Zhiyuan couldn't laugh or cry as he watched from the side: "Zhou Xuan, you should go to Beijing Film Academy to take the exam."

Zhou Xuan didn't care about his slander. He entertained himself for a while, and stared at Ye Zhiyuan with his small eyes for a moment. After a while, he said blankly: "Sir, your back is not good. You can lend me a bite. I swear it'll be light. Seriously."

Ye Zhiyuan: "..." Even when he was drunk, he still wanted to bite his back.

Ye Zhiyuan decided not to argue with the drunk.

It was probably really uncomfortable in the back. Zhou Xuan quarreled for a while and slowly shrunk into a ball. His brows were tightly knit together, and he closed his eyes against the car window. Slowly stopped.

Ye Zhiyuan glanced at him sideways and slowed down the speed of the car.

When he got home, Zhou Xuan had already fallen asleep. He huddled in the passenger seat and clicked his mouth. Ye Zhiyuan called him a few times, but there was no response. He had to go to his side and unbuckle his seat belt. Who knew the seat belt As soon as he untied it, Zhou Xuan's little hand hung up. His eyes were still closed, but he directly embraced Ye Zhiyuan's neck. Ye Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and took advantage of the opportunity to hug him.

It was a little cold after getting out of the car. There was even a cold wind blowing over from time to time in the underground parking lot. Zhou Xuan was hugged by Ye Zhiyuan. He grabbed his suit and squeezed it hard. But Ye Zhiyuan's suit did not come off. He unbuttoned it. He couldn't squeeze in. His brows were twisted into a Sichuan character. Then he bumped his head against it.

That's where he thought he was.

Ye Zhiyuan pinned down his flailing hand in a state of desperation, and quickly walked into the elevator. The troublesome little guy calmed down.

It wasn't until returning home that Ye Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the little guy lying quietly on the sofa, he pulled off his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the bathroom.

The drunk Zhou Xuan was really annoying. Ye Zhiyuan regretted taking him there. He took a basin of hot water and sighed secretly while looking at Zhou Xuan who was blushing.

Sitting next to the sofa and staring at the little guy for a while, Ye Zhiyuan slowly took off Zhou Xuan's coat, dipped the towel in some hot water, and slowly wiped his neck and face.

Zhou Xuan snorted, pursed his mouth, and breathed the smell of alcohol. Ye Zhiyuan touched his face carefully from the side, his eyes were deep, and the bright black pupils slowly reflected that the little guy had grown bigger. The face. The skin under the lips is hot. It is so soft that you can't put it down.

"...Ye Zhiyuan." Zhou Xuan didn't know when he opened his eyes. He half-closed his eyes. He didn't know if he really recognized someone.

"Yeah." Ye Zhiyuan raised his head, inserted his fingers into Zhou Xuan's soft hair, rubbed it lightly, "wake up."

"Well... I'm hungry." He went to eat western food with Ye Zhiyuan at noon. But he didn't like it very much. As a result, he ate a few mouthfuls and lost his appetite. His stomach was even worse when he was drinking. Empty. Sour.

I don’t feel it right now, but now I feel unbearably hungry. My stomach is also faintly aching, expressing its dissatisfaction.

Zhou Xuan looked at the person in front of him in a daze. His eyes couldn't focus. He only recognized him by the smell on Ye Zhiyuan's body.

There was nothing to eat at home. The nanny had left work long ago. Ye Zhiyuan had no choice but to go into the kitchen and look around. There were only a few cans of beer and a few eggs in the refrigerator. After thinking for a while, Ye Zhiyuan dug out from the cabinet A bag of millet. Wash rice. Cook porridge.

As early as when he was studying abroad, he still tried to cook things by himself. Although it was nothing more than simple food like noodles, it was still a mouthful. He also tried to cook porridge. It’s just that he was a long time student. Ye Zhiyuan He frowned. The craftsmanship was very unfamiliar.

Zhou Xuan drank a cup of hot tea. He regained his sanity. Smelling the smell, he leaned over to the door next to the kitchen. Seeing Ye Zhiyuan's back in an apron at a loss, he couldn't help laughing. Ye Zhiyuan turned around He came forward, holding two eggs in his hands, but his expression was not very good-looking.

So he is still not sober.. When he is sober. Seeing Ye Zhiyuan cook porridge for him in an apron. His eyes may fall. My heart will probably be full of honey and stiff nails Waiting for Ye Zhiyuan's food on the seat. Where will he come over and blatantly laugh.

"It's funny." Ye Zhiyuan put down the egg and walked towards Zhou Xuan.

"Yeah. It's funny." Zhou Xuan answered honestly. He giggled for a while until Ye Zhiyuan pressed his whole body up. The corners of his mouth were still full of complacency.

Ye Zhiyuan's breath greeted him like this. It smelled a little salty. Probably because he just tried the saltiness of the porridge. Zhou Xuan thought in a daze. The lips and tongues of the two entangled fiercely. The breath. The strength of sucking on the tip of the tongue. Zhou Xuan couldn't help but clung to the top of the leaf.