After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

A few people made a fuss until very late, and Ye Rong, a social expert, was dizzy from drinking, and was supported by Fu Wenyuan to walk steadily, but he was still talking nonsense.

Feng Zhiting was also a little dizzy, and when he came back after paying the bill, he planned to pick up Kong Chensheng who was already asleep after drinking too much.

Only Fu Wenyuan, who didn't drink too much, remained sober, and directly knocked on the table to remind Feng Zhiting, "I did the show for you, and the lines you wrote were too pretentious and almost finished reading... Don't forget to turn the shares around."

Feng Zhiting twitched fiercely, "Exchange me so many shares with a few words, you really know how to do business."

Mr. Fu took it for granted, "I can only help because of our friendship for many years. Otherwise, your little thing is not as much as I leaked through my fingers."

Feng Zhiting turned his head to look at Kong Chen Sheng's quiet and ruddy face in his arms, and said nothing more, "I'll give you something tomorrow."

Ye Rong, who was dazed by Fu Wenyuan's support, suddenly jumped up, "I found out, you really have a py deal!"

Fu Wenyuan reached out and pressed him into his arms, Ye Rong smelled the familiar smell of An Xin and soon became honest.

Fu Wenyuan frowned, and asked in confusion, "What deal did he say?"

Feng Zhiting, who also seldom surfs the Internet, thought about it: "Friend trading? I see that fans like to use abbreviations. Young people probably like this set."

Fu Wenyuan nodded a little educated, and he and Feng Zhiting went out of the private room one after the other, and each took their people home.

Ye Rong tasted very good wine, he didn't mess around or go crazy when he was drunk, he held Fu Wenyuan's hand in his arms with his moist eyes open, and quietly let him do whatever he wanted without talking.

The weather is gradually entering winter, and the floor heating has been turned on in advance. Fu Wenyuan led the people home, and Ye Rong yelled that it was hot as soon as he entered the room.

He let go of Fu Wenyuan's hand and walked all the way to take off. When he rolled onto the sofa, he was already very refreshed.

Fu Wenyuan picked up his clothes in a good-tempered manner, walked to him and patted his shoulder, and couldn't help touching his back and waist along his shoulder and neck.

At this moment, Fu Wenyuan didn't know whether it was Ye Rong who was burning hot after drinking the wine, or he was boiling because of his insatiable desire.

Ye Rong suddenly got up from the sofa without warning, knelt and sat in front of Fu Wenyuan.

Fu Wenyuan frowned unmoved, wondering if this was testing his concentration?

Unexpectedly, Ye Rong smelled the alcohol smell on his body and jumped off the sofa shaking his head, stomping towards the kitchen, muttering that he would make hangover soup for him.

Fu Wenyuan followed anxiously, and saw that he was struggling to put on the pink apron, the thin black belt strangling his flesh, and the slightly red skin complemented the crooked pink on his body.

Unbearable, Fu Wenyuan went up and picked him up and put him on the countertop. The apron that didn't reach his knees was pulled up, and two white legs hung down.

Ye Rong wrapped his arms around his neck, looked down at him, and Fu Wenyuan's figure was clearly reflected in his amber eyes.

Fu Wenyuan pressed the back of his head to touch his forehead, the lips of the two never touched, and their hot noses were entangled inseparably.

"Ye Rong, have we kissed before?"

Ye Rong was not sober, unable to tell when and where he was, he held Fu Wenyuan's face in his arms and kissed it solemnly and earnestly.

He was drowsy, but he replied a belated answer: "I didn't fall in love with you because you love me, because it's you, no matter what you are, I will love you."

Fu Wenyuan seemed to feel that his empty heart was blocked by such a sudden kiss, and the trembling in his soul was far more profound than the desire in his body.

Ye Rong fell limply on his body and muttered, "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Fu Wenyuan, who was still reminiscing about that kiss, stroked the soft skin on the back of his neck, then wrapped his arms around his waist and hips, and led him back to the room like a child.

As soon as Ye Rong got on the bed, he curled up comfortably, and after finding a comfortable position, he lay down and looked at Fu Wenyuan. His wet and bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, "You have to read poetry to sleep."

Fu Wenyuan followed him to bed, pinched the tip of his nose and said jokingly, "What poems are you reading? Is there such a special service?"

The drunken blush on Ye Rong's face was still there, and he patted the quilt beside him, "There are some, I reserve special services only for you."

Fu Wenyuan turned off the night light by the bed in a leisurely manner even if he was drunk and stunned.

Ye Rong groped and leaned over in the dark, with his slightly hot face pressed against his chest.

"You gave me your heart when we first met, and inside it was a spring morning."

Bewitched by some unknown reason, Fu Wenyuan's frame-dropped memory flashed some pictures spliced ​​together like old film, and was slowly played out by the creaking old machine that was about to die.

Standing by the window, he saw a strange and quiet young man watering the flowers on the opposite balcony. In the warm spring day, the wind lifted the man's hair that was about to cover his eyes. The beautiful young man raised his head in response.

Perhaps it was because the spring was beautiful that day, the young man smiled at his unfamiliar neighbor and said "good morning" in a friendly manner.

"The last time I saw you was a short dream I had. In the dream, there was you and a group of winter winds."

Everything that was burned, he hugged the person just now in the sea of ​​flames, blood and tears dripped all over the ground, but no one had a trace of regret, he heard himself say: "Whether it is for you to live or die for you, I am willing... …Rongrong, don’t, don’t forget me.”

[The author has something to say: "You gave me your heart when I first saw you, and inside it was a spring morning... There was a group of winter winds inside" —— "Four Seasons"]