The first mascot of the special department

chapter32

During the meal, although Shuobei left, his excessive soul was still in the power bank, so he knew very well about Jiang Yuan drinking some wine.

Jiang Yuan doesn't like the taste of wine and always drinks beer.The alcohol content of the beer was low, and Jiang Yuan's behavior at the table was normal from beginning to end. Zhou Rui and Qiu Yiming were too drunk, and when they were trying to see whose spell was more powerful, they even accurately threw an enchantment out.

Everyone thought he was sober, but thinking about it now, he was probably drunk before then.

It was at that time that the connection between Shuobei and Fenhun was severed.But he thought that the soul was over there and would take good care of Jiang Yuan for him, so he ignored the enchantment, but who would have expected that this guy would suddenly run into the street and catch someone asking for a WeChat account?

Shuobei was so angry that his teeth itched, he took a step expressionlessly, and appeared behind Jiang Yuan.

Under the bright yellow street lights, Jiang Yuan's black and soft hair was smudged into a light brown, his narrow and beautiful eyes were curved into beautiful arcs, the bottom of the dark eyes was covered with a layer of water mist, like the misty Jiangnan Qingbo, Her fair cheeks were as red as if she had applied rouge, and the color was attractive.

Jiang Yuan opened and closed his moist lips, and said to the person stopped by him: "Little brother, what a coincidence, we all live in this area, is it convenient to leave a WeChat account?"

Shuobei raised his eyes faintly, and found that this "little brother" was pretty good-looking, cheerful and sunny, the style of the brother next door.

The little brother next door was swept away by Shuobei's cold eyes, and the hand that poked the WeChat business card froze in place.He shivered and said "I'm sorry", and ran away with the wind shaking his legs.

Shuobei gave a "tsk", pursed his lips and stretched out his hand, took away the mobile phone that Jiang Yuan had handed in mid-air, and then pulled the man's wrist, pulling him into his arms.

Jiang Yuan was caught off guard and bumped into Shuobei's shoulder, the tip of his nose hurt, and he yelled loudly.

"Do you know it hurts now?" Shuobei said angrily, pulling Jiang Yuan away and rubbing his nose for him.

The tip of this man's nose and the corners of his eyes were red, and he looked so pitiful that he couldn't help but want to bully him.Shuobei swallowed, and turned his eyes to the other side uncomfortably.

Unexpectedly, with this tilt of his head, he happened to see Zhou Rui standing across the road, holding a mobile phone and staring at them blankly.Seeing that he was found, Zhou Rui wanted to scream on the spot, but for some unknown reason, he didn't scream, like a screaming chicken with its throat strangled.He struggled on the spot for three seconds, and after three seconds, Sa Yazi ran away.

Shuo Bei let out a cold snort, and looked away, looking at Jiang Yuan.

But the man slowly withdrew from his arms, unlocked the phone that had been accidentally turned off, and said seriously to Shuobei: "Little brother, you look so good-looking, can you leave a WeChat ID?"

Shuobei: "..."

Pedestrians were coming and going, and the street shops behind him closed one after another, and the time passed bit by bit. Jiang Yuan kept his movements still, and waited for Shuobei's reply with his face up.

Suddenly being praised by Jiang Yuan for being good-looking, Shuobei's mood subtly improved, but when he thought that in Jiang Yuan's eyes, he was just a passerby who casually struck up a conversation, his mood dropped to freezing point again.

His face changed again and again, and finally he said dryly: "No."

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "Don't give it?"

"No." Shuobei repeated with a straight face.

Jiang Yuan's expression became resentful, he said "oh" in a low voice, took another step back, and was about to turn around.

This posture was obviously intended to find the next one, Shuobei narrowed his eyes slightly, strode over, took him into his arms again, and took him back home.

Everyone was gone, only the smell of food and wine was left, the dining table was in a mess, and the things in the living room were crooked, Shuo Bei packed up the beanbag sofa and let Jiang Yuan go there.

"Do you know where this is?" Shuo Bei asked him with downcast eyes.

"You don't give me the WeChat account." Jiang Yuan was still immersed in the blow of being rejected, his voice was low, revealing a sense of grievance, "How can you not give me the WeChat account?"

Shuobei leaned over, put his forehead against his, and said slowly, "I won't give it to you, what can you do to me?"

Jiang Yuan quickly glanced at Shuobei, and hummed softly, "I'll beat you up."

"Yes, yes, you beat me up since I was a child, so you can beat me easily." Shuobei smiled helplessly, "I'll make you hangover soup, and stay here obediently, okay?"

"Oh." Jiang Yuan sneered.

Shuobei stuffed the salted fish pillow into Jiang Yuan's arms, rubbed his head, got up and went to the kitchen, and cleaned up the messy dining table by the way.

He originally planned to make some sweet and sour soup, but there was nothing in the refrigerator except drinks, half an onion, and half a piece of ginger. He could only heat a glass of milk.

While the microwave oven was turning, there was a rustling sound behind him, and when he turned his head, it was Jiang Yuan who came in.

"What's wrong?" Shuo Bei tilted his head, half leaning against the refrigerator, and asked Jiang Yuan softly.

Jiang Yuan didn't say anything, just looked at him for a while, kicked his shoes and ran away.

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After the milk is heated, it comes out from Shuobei.He couldn't find a suitable cup for a while, so he took a bowl, and before going back to the living room, he struggled for a few seconds between the spoon and the straw, and chose the former.

Jiang Yuan sat on the lazy sofa, the salted fish pillow was covered by him to block the light, humming a song slowly.

"If a lover was born lonely in 1874

Just 100 years earlier, a century..."

Eason Chan's "1874" sings about a lover who has never been able to wait, and apologizes for being late.

Shuobei walked up to Jiang Yuan, pursed his lips slightly, and asked, "Why are you singing this song?"

His answer was still singing, his legs were shaking restlessly, as if beating time.

"Never met, no longer

This guy is very real, but like a fictional character

Could it be that this life was originally scheduled to accompany me, but went to the wrong era..."

Jiang Yuan's voice was soft and low, because he was drunk, it sounded a little hoarse.After singing half a song, he stopped and lay on the beanbag sofa, as if falling asleep.Shuo Bei could tell that he was not asleep, so he dimmed the lights in the living room and sat cross-legged across from him.

Shuobei looked at him for a while, then said softly, "Hey, get up and drink milk, and then go to bed after drinking."

Jiang Yuan turned over and ignored him.

"Don't you want a WeChat ID? I'll give it to you after you drink it." Shuo Bei coaxed him softly.

After a long time, a soft voice came from under the pillow: "No more."

"Hey, heat in 3 minutes?" Shuobei smiled, put the milk aside, removed the pillow from Jiang Yuan's face, and helped him up, "What are you going to do with those people added?"

"I invited them to do a questionnaire." Jiang Yuan said seriously, "My thesis needs data support, and this is the purpose of my addition."

"I didn't expect our Jiang Yuanyuan to be an academic talent." Shuo Bei patted him on the head.

Jiang Yuan: "Cut, there are so many things you didn't expect."

Shuobei followed his words and answered "yes", and while opening his mouth, fed a spoonful of milk into his mouth.

Jiang Yuan swallowed slowly, felt that the taste was not bad, and offered to drink again.

Shuobei fed one mouthful, Jiang Yuan drank one mouthful, neither of them spoke.

The sweet scent of flowers is blown into the living room by the wind, the dim light pours from the ceiling lamp, and the soup spoon hits the wall of the bowl with a crisp sound, creating a comfortable and harmonious atmosphere.After feeding the last spoonful, Shuobei threw the spoon into the bowl and was about to get up when his hand was pulled over suddenly.

He accidentally got a drop of milk on the knuckles of his index finger, Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, then leaned closer and gently licked it off.

Shuobei's hands trembled visibly, and his breathing became short of breath. After a few seconds, he calmed down and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Drink milk." Jiang Yuan raised his head and replied confidently.

Shuo Bei glared at him, and decided not to argue with people who drink lightly and drink too much.

He stood up and walked quickly to the kitchen.Jiang Yuan walked behind him like an idiot, suddenly quickened his pace midway, leaped forward, and hung himself on Shuo Bei's back.

Shuobei stopped, glanced at the furry head on his shoulder, and asked, "Jiang Yuan, do you know who I am?"

Jiang Yuan raised his eyelids, stared at the half-open kitchen door ahead, and said quietly, "Don't give me the WeChat ID, you are harmful garbage." The drunk has no logic at all, and completely forgot about the act of voluntarily rejecting Shuobei's WeChat ID just now. Only the grievance of being rejected on the street before remained in my mind.

"..." Shuobei was speechless for a moment, "Since it's garbage, you still hang it around my neck?"

"Open the door and throw you away." Jiang Yuan's tone became fierce, and he dragged Shuobei towards the door while talking.

The latter threw away the bowl and spoon in his hand, turned around and wrapped his arms around his waist, half-closed his eyes, and said in his ear: "You can't leave me. I found you after a lot of trouble, and I will always be by your side, hugging you on."

Jiang Yuan muttered something, the voice was too soft, Shuo Bei couldn't hear it clearly, but then, the man opened his mouth suddenly and bit his neck hard.

After taking this bite, it almost broke the skin, but Shuobei didn't feel any pain, he felt a little dry mouth.

After a while, he said "Hi".

Jiang Yuan was still hanging around his neck, and he didn't let go.

"Jiang Yuan." Shuobei said again, he pinched the man's waist, "Are you a puppy?"

"Hmm..." The waist belongs to Jiang Yuan's sensitive area, he whimpered softly, finally let go of Shuo Bei, and then commented: "It's so unpalatable."

Shuobei took a deep breath, closed and opened his eyes, then he lifted Jiang Yuan onto his shoulders and walked into the bedroom.

"Brother, don't forget me!"

"Brother, I'm still in the corner!"

In the power bank hidden by Jiang Yuan, the souls cheered inexplicably.

Shuobei frowned in disgust, raised his hand and made a grabbing motion.The next moment, the split soul turned into a ray of light and submerged into the body, and a dark and strange mark appeared between the eyebrows, and disappeared after a while.

He put Jiang Yuan on the bed, and when he was about to get up, Jiang Yuan repeated what he did when he was drunk last time - he pushed Shuo Bei onto the bed.

"Jiang Yuan." Shuobei shouted in a low voice.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was turned down a bit, and Shuobei became the warmer side. Jiang Yuan hugged him, and rubbed against his neck like a cat, without answering.

"You took the initiative. Don't blame me when you wake up tomorrow." Shuobei said again.

The only response to him was the gradually long breathing.

Jiang Yuan fell asleep.Realizing this, Shuo Bei blinked, raised his hand and turned off the lights in the room.