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"Unhappy?" Qi Peisheng said lightly when he got in the car.

Ji Yue was taken aback, and shook his head honestly: "No, I am, I just don't know how to deal with this kind of thing. Fortunately, Zheng Zhu is here today." Qin Xiangming's appearance surprised Ji Yue, but strictly speaking it was also As expected, Ji Yuezao was mentally prepared, and he had no stance to be unhappy.

"Heh." Qi Peisheng sneered, not sarcastically, but emotionally.

He didn't speak again, and Ji Yue didn't dare to say more, and lowered his head silently.

The luxury car circled up the mountain, but on the way Ji Yue felt a trace of strange emotion slowly spread from his heart to the surroundings. He was depressed for a long time, one thing after another, Ji Yue tried to find out the disturbance from the messy reality All the thread ends, but he realized his futility time and time again, simply gave up resistance, and continued to fall into depression and depression, but at this moment, he actually felt a little tired, for the current life, for himself, and for Qi Peisheng.

Ji Yue felt sad, and he thought that he was tired of it early in the morning, but Ji Minghui was alive and had a goal in his life, so he didn't realize it until this moment.

Qi Peisheng didn't know what Ji Yue was thinking, so when he returned home, he said to He Bo who was guarding by the gate, "Ask Aunt He to prepare a bowl of hangover soup, and then give him a bowl of noodles." Just passed the living room and went upstairs.

Ji Yue, who followed behind Qi Peisheng and hadn't had time to take off his shoes, was stunned. For such obvious concern and care, he didn't know how to deal with himself for a while, and whether he should be happy for Qi Peisheng's words.

"Mister seems to be in a bad mood today." Beside the dining table, He Bo said cautiously.

Ji Yue's hand holding the porcelain spoon paused slightly, and pursed his lips: "Really?" He really didn't notice it, maybe as Qi Peisheng said, he was drunk, and he really should drink some hangover soup.

Ji Yue took a sip, then immediately lowered his voice and called Aunt He who was busy in the kitchen: "Don't be too busy, I can't eat." Seeing that Aunt He hesitated to speak, he quickly said: "I will eat this soup after I finish this soup." Go upstairs and see sir."

However, I don't know if he drank too fast or something, when Ji Yue went upstairs, he felt a churning in his stomach, so he had to hold the handrail to stop, and then took a deep breath to suppress the feeling of nausea. Then go forward.

Ji Yue stopped at the door of the master bedroom, but Qi Peisheng didn't close the door, so Ji Yue could hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom, probably caused by alcohol, which made him unresponsive, Ji Yue didn't feel that anything happened today It made Qi Peisheng unhappy.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was only about the star after the meal, but Qi Peisheng meant to send him away, Ji Yue really couldn't figure it out.

Can't figure it out, and Qi Peisheng is not there, so Ji Yue simply turned around and went back to his room to take a shower. After all, he didn't know whether Qi Peisheng would have sex with him in a while, so it was better to get ready in advance.

Ji Yue turned on the faucet, let himself sink in the bathtub, and slowly closed his eyes.

He thought that Qi Peisheng might never know that the suffocation of his obsession with drowning was largely because he was always having sex with Qi Peisheng in the bathroom.He lacks a sense of security. When Qi Peisheng is not around, the only way to make him feel at ease and satisfied is to stop his wild thoughts.

Under the shower head, Ji Yue closed his eyes, and the water flowed from the top of his head and slid down his cheeks. At this time, the door of the bathroom was knocked. Ji Yue turned off the water, and heard Qi Peisheng outside the door: "After washing, come downstairs and find me."

This time, Ji Yue finally confirmed that Qi Peisheng was not very happy.

Ji Yue didn't dare to procrastinate, and simply washed off the remaining foam on his body, and went downstairs before drying his hair. He didn't see Qi Peisheng in the brightly lit living room, and his steps gradually slowed down. Qi Peisheng.

There are also dishes on the table.

Ji Yue stopped, and Qi Peisheng turned his head when he heard the voice, and tapped his fingers on the dining table unconsciously: "Come on."

Ji Yue closed his eyes, moved to the table in small steps, and struggled: "Sir, I don't want to eat..." Having said that, Ji Yue sat down obediently.

As if he didn't hear what he said, Qi Peisheng put his hand behind Ji Yue's back, twisted a piece of hair that was still dripping behind Ji Yue's ear, and then pinched the back of Ji Yue's neck with his slightly moist hands.

Ji Yue closed his eyes tightly for a moment, and when he opened them again, he looked at the bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of him, and the floating oil foam made him hesitate.

With his hand still on the back of Ji Yue's neck, Qi Peisheng gestured for He Bo and Aunt He to back down.

"I ate less at noon, and I didn't touch my chopsticks at night. You are picky, and you think Hua Chao's soup is not palatable now?"

"I..." Ji Yue trembled all over, panicked for a moment, he sniffed, and said softly, "I just don't want to eat, I don't have an appetite."

Qi Peisheng's expression didn't soften when he heard the words, he just said in a low voice: "Don't you see how much weight you have lost these days, how can you still be self-willed? You know how busy I am usually, and you know that I don't like it, and you still play with me ?Ill, you won't be able to go to work tomorrow, who will do your work for you? How old are you, don't you have any sense of responsibility?!"

Now Ji Yue turned his head, his eyes full of water were trembling even his pupils, he picked up the chopsticks in his hand, and said tremblingly: "...I know, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Ji Yue ate a bowl of noodles in threes and fives. He felt quite comfortable at first, until the moment he stood up, Ji Yue opened his mouth, and the feeling of nausea was forced on the base of his tongue.

After brushing his teeth and drying his hair, Ji Yue pushed open the glass door of the bathroom and saw Qi Peisheng taking medicine with a glass of water.

At this time, Ji Yue didn't care about his discomfort and sadness, his heart hurt a bit, and he asked, "Do you have a headache again?"

Qi Peisheng turned his head, and at this moment his expression finally returned to his usual gentleness, but he frowned slightly because of the sudden throbbing pain in his temple: "Yes." He saw Ji Yue's worry, paused and continued: "You, don't let me I'll take care of myself and go to bed."

"I'll give you a click."

As Ji Yue said, he knelt on the edge of the bed, but Qi Peisheng pulled him down on the bed by his wrist.

"Go to bed early, you are tired too." Qi Peisheng said in a low voice, and then ordered the lights at home to be turned off, "Turn off the lights."

The room was dark.

Ji Yue opened his eyes cautiously, curled up in Qi Peisheng's arms, and asked a question in his heart that even he himself was afraid of answering.

Mr. Qi, can you...can you love me?

It turns out that even though Ji Yue has done so many years of psychological construction, when he looked at Qi Peisheng, he saw only Qi Peisheng in his eyes, and only Qi Peisheng in the world. Even when he wanted to continue living because of Qi Peisheng, he realized that Qi Peisheng did not belong to him alone. will be sad.

During the day, he deceived himself by suppressing his emotions, but at night, his emotions surged and completely drowned him in an instant.