Mr. Shen's humble lover

In the booth, twos and threes gathered together for finger-playing games, drinking and laughing, very lively, but Shen Sirui, who was usually the happiest and craziest, didn't speak the whole time, just bowed his head and drank in silence.

Liu Xu leaned in front of him and whispered, "Si Rui, what's the matter with you? Why aren't you energetic today?"

Shen Sirui said perfunctorily: "Bar every day, every day! Tired!"

Liu Xu laughed at him and said, "Hey! The prince of the night show will still have a tiring day? Is it because the wine here is not fragrant, or the beauties are not hot anymore?"

He said with a mean face again: "Are you tired of playing with women and want to change your taste?"

Shen Sirui ran over with a kidnapper: "Fuck you, a dog can't spit out ivory..."

After coaxing Miaomiao to sleep, Wei Chen gradually calmed down again, and comforted himself: Don't think too much, don't think too much, everything will be discussed when Mr. Shen comes back.

Wei Chen got up and went to the kitchen, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and made soup again.

After the soup had boiled, he turned the stove to a low heat, went back to the living room and took out his laptop to draw.

But half an hour later, he stared at the screen but did nothing.His head was buzzing and his eyes couldn't focus.

If he couldn't do it, he didn't do it, Wei Chen closed his laptop, stared at the hall in a daze.

When it was two o'clock in the morning, there was no movement in the hall, Wei Chen's hopes were gradually shattered, and he got up and walked towards the stairs in a daze.

Mr. Shen probably won't come back.

But before he reached the stairs, there was a sudden sound of fingerprints being pressed at the door.

The door opened, and Mr. Shen walked in.

Seeing Mr. Shen, Wei Chen was like a person who fell into the darkness and saw the light. The hope that had just been shattered was rekindled, and his eyes lit up and he greeted him happily: "Mr. Shen is back?"

Then, like countless times before, he thoughtfully took the briefcase and took out his slippers to help him change.

After changing his shoes, Wei Chen asked cautiously: "Mr. Shen, are you hungry? I made grouper fish soup, would you like some?"

Shen Ye walked towards the stairs while pulling his tie, and said coldly, "I'm not hungry."

This time, Mr. Shen's attitude towards him was colder than ever before. Wei Chen's heart sank, as if he had fallen into an abyss, but he still asked without giving up: "Do you want hot lemon tea?"

But Mr. Shen said without turning his head, "No need."

Wei Chen turned his head to look at himself in the full-length mirror with a fawning face, and suddenly felt that he was very pitiful.

It's not that Mr. Shen doesn't like to laugh or talk, it's just that he is not the right person.

After staring blankly for a while, Wei Chen smiled wryly again, and went upstairs in a daze on two heavy legs.

Looking at the bedroom that was so familiar, and the bed where they slept together for three years, Wei Chen smiled wryly again.

Tonight, is he going downstairs to sleep with Miao Miao?

He was in a daze, when Shen Ye came out of the shower, put his arms around his slender waist, bit the back of his neck and said, "What are you doing standing here?"

With just such a short sentence and such a gentle hug, Wei Chen's dying heart immediately came back to life.

Holding Mr. Shen's big hand around his waist, leaning back his neck, Mr. Ren Shen kissed the back of his ears and neck.

When the rain cleared and Mr. Shen was still asleep, Wei Chen said cautiously, "Mr. Shen..."

"Huh?" Shen Ye replied lazily with his eyes closed.

"I..." Wei Chen summoned up his courage and asked, "Do you know what I like to drink?"

Mr. Shen's brows that were still stretched just now frowned immediately, opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, and asked, "What do you want to say?"