i really like you

Tang Yuan's stomach was on fire, and his body was also on fire. He retched a few times, and then vomited.

Although I vomited once before in the bathroom, but then I drank a lot and ate a lot in the atmosphere of the bar, and the vomit was terrible.

Pei Wenjin, who was spat all over, "..."

Putting the boy into the back seat of the car, the first thing Pei Wenjin Teng did was to take off his coat full of vomit.

He unbuttoned the suit inside to open the suit, loosened the collar of the shirt, and looked at the young man in the back seat. His eyes were full of deep emotions, which were constantly churning.

Not long after, Pei Wenjin bent down again, carried the boy out and moved him to the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and stroked lightly with his fingertips on his cheeks, which were stained with a large blush from drinking, and lowered his head. Shouted hoarsely, "Master?"

The boy didn't respond.

No one knows better than Pei Wenjin whether he is really drunk or not. He is an old bastard on the wine table.

The young master in front of him was really drunk, so drunk that he passed out.

Pei Wenjin got into the car, turned on the air conditioner, and adjusted it to a suitable temperature. After the heat dissipated slowly, he took off the boy's dirty coat, put it in a bag with his coat and threw it in the back seat.

In a cramped space, all sounds will appear extremely clear.

In Pei Wenjin's ears was the sound of the young man's breathing, wrapped in a smell of alcohol, which stimulated his nerve endings and made him helpless.

The usual calmness and calmness in dealing with things are all lost in the sound of the boy's breathing.

Pei Wenjin stretched out a hand and pressed it on the corner of the boy's eyes, which was wet, which proved that he had indeed cried a moment ago, crying so sadly that he could hardly control himself.

This is undoubtedly what Pei Wenjin wants most, it's not just a dream.

Pei Wenjin got out of the car again, opened the co-pilot's door, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and brought it to the boy's mouth for him to rinse. It took a lot of effort.

Probably because the spicy and turbid taste in the throat was diluted, and it was not so irritating, the boy's frowning brows relaxed.

At the first green light, Pei Wenjin pushed aside the bangs on the young man's forehead, pressed his thin lips against his forehead, and rubbed his forehead a few times before leaving.

At the second green light, Pei Wenjin held the young man's thin white hand, wrapped it in his wet palm, and rubbed it gently.

At the third green light, Pei Wenjin grabbed the steering wheel hard, his knuckles turned white, he finally couldn't restrain himself and leaned over to kiss the boy on the corner of his mouth.

……

Along the way, Pei Wenjin's heart felt very uncomfortable. The reason for this feeling was not grief, but joy, happiness, and excitement, none of which were negative emotions.

He had never experienced it before, so his heart sent a signal that he couldn't bear it.

After the car entered the mountain, Pei Wenjin frowned tightly. After driving a section of the mountain road, he parked the car by the side of the road, took out the medicine bottle unbearably, put two pills in his mouth, and swallowed it with saliva. down.

The young man made an uncomfortable sound, and his hands were scratching in mid-air. Pei Wenjin stretched out an arm, and he grabbed it and stuffed it into his arms. He hugged it like a baby, very cute.

Pei Wenjin looked at the young man's youthful and immature face, and a sigh escaped from his throat, "My young master, is it possible that you can be so defenseless if anyone else is by your side?"

The boy wouldn't reply, his breathing became a little messed up for some reason, he hugged the arms in his arms with both hands, and smiled foolishly for a while, and smiled foolishly for a while.

Pei Wenjin shook his head helplessly. After drinking like this, he could still dream, and it seemed to be a beautiful dream. I don't know who he dreamed of.

"Well……"

The young man made an indistinct sound, wrapped in tiny sobs, which seemed to be in pain but not in pain, "Pei Wenjin..."

Pei Wenjin's heart beat faster suddenly, and the sweat on his back came out at that moment. He leaned his head back against the back of the chair, his chest heaved greatly, his thin lips were drawn into a straight line, and his nose sprayed out hot and humid air. And heavy breath.

Every muscle under the clothes tensed up, ready to go.

The air conditioner in the car has not been turned on, but it seems that God has secretly turned it up. The air flowing around becomes unbearably hot, making people want to go crazy.

Pei Wenjin unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and panted heavily, his throat moved up and down, and his bony fingers tapped on the steering wheel in an unusually anxious rhythm.

Happened many times today.

Pei Wenjin didn't like this feeling of being out of control, he seemed powerless, and he didn't want to experience it from another person again in his life, once was enough.

Time passed by, and the beast in Pei Wenjin's heart broke through multiple checkpoints at some point, roaring and roaring crazily before the last checkpoint, as if smelling a seductive smell, and fell into a bloodthirsty mad state .

He bent down and knocked his forehead on the steering wheel, and after knocking for a while, he didn't move.

After a while, the boy's disordered breathing gradually became longer and he fell into a deep sleep.

Pei Wenjin closed his eyes with difficulty, restarted the car, and drove towards the mansion.

There was a man standing by the iron gate, a housekeeper, who had been waiting there for a long time. As soon as the headlights came on, he trotted to meet him.

"Master, why..."

"Uncle Zhong," Pei Wenjin got out of the car and said, "Master is drunk."

The housekeeper saw that the boy was wearing a sweater, without his coat, "Have you vomited?"

Pei Wenjin said, "The dirty clothes are in the back seat."

The butler hurriedly said, "Secretary Pei, wait a minute, I'll go back and get some clothes for the young master."

"The temperature is low at night, the young master can't freeze."

After making sure that the butler was far away, and this place happened to be out of surveillance, Pei Wenjin smoothed the boy's soft bangs.

When you wake up, how much can you remember?

Pei Wenjin's fingers moved along the young man's delicate outline, stopped on his slightly parted lips, and rubbed the pulp of his thumb back and forth several times.

In the next second, Pei Wenjin took his thumb away, and pressed his slightly cool thin lips. It took only a short time to go from a small taste to a long drive.

A few minutes later, Pei Wenjin pressed the tip of his nose against the young man, and gasped heavily.

——It’s a pity that I can’t leave a mark.

Not long after, the butler came over with a coat.

Pei Wenjin walked sideways, and gave the seat by the car door to the butler, watching him put a coat on the boy in the passenger seat, and carried him out by the waist.

The butler is usually in the gym, but after all, he is getting old and it is not easy to hold him. His breath is obviously not very stable. "Secretary Pei, why don't you go in and sit down?"

Pei Wenjin said, "No."

The housekeeper didn't force him, he hurried home with the young master in his arms.

From the big iron gate to the gate of the living room, the road is quite long, and the butler's old bones are rattling.

Tang Yin shook the newspaper, "Are you back?"

The butler sighed.

Tang Yin took his son into his arms, and threw him on the sofa in a blink of an eye.

Being thrown like a sack, Tang Yuan still didn't respond.

Tang Yin's eyes darkened, he slapped his palm on the table, the tea was shaken, some splashed out, and wet the newspaper.

The head of the family was so angry that the servants didn't dare to go up and clean it up.

The cook winked at the butler, oh, can I still make supper?

The butler returned her words with his eyes, farting.

The suffocating atmosphere surrounding the living room was broken by a roar.

"Drink it like a dead pig, and you won't even know it's sold!"

Tang Yin walked back and forth in front of the sofa with his hips crossed, "Who the hell asked him to go out for a drink?"

The butler coughed, cleared his throat and said, "It's you, sir."

"..."

Tang Yin pointed at the table and scolded, his veins twitching violently, "What are you all doing with sticks? Didn't you see the water spilled? Do you want me to come over, or what?"

This is totally blasphemous.

The butler glanced over, and the servant closest to him hurriedly cleared the table and left.

Tang Yin picked up the teacup to drink tea, scalded himself, embarrassed and angry, and threw the teacup on the table.

Halfway through, I remembered that the old lady bought it for me, and abruptly withdrew my strength.

The corner of the butler's mouth twitched, he was holding back very hard, every crease on his old face was straining, "Sir, it's the first time for the young master to drink tonight, so it's inevitable that there won't be many."

"This time he is uncomfortable, next time he will know that alcohol is not a good thing, and he will have a long memory."

Tang Yin's face was still ashen, and he didn't relax at all, "Long memory? Those three words don't exist in the dictionary of the little bastard!"

The butler said in his heart that it was not hereditary.

This must never be said, otherwise everyone's sleep time will be delayed by at least two hours tonight.

The butler said, "Sir, you are angry with yourself, and you are so angry that you are worried about the young master."

Tang Yin snorted, his nose turned crooked, he stared at his son's face, not only stared at it, but also pinched it with his thumb and forefinger to lift it up a little bit, looking at it inch by inch under the crystal lamp.

I don't know what I'm looking at, or... what I want to see.

The butler next to him was a little dizzy from this scene.

The strength in Tang Yin's hands became heavier, and his son's face was pinched and deformed, and his mouth was also opened.

The butler didn't know which song was sung, he stepped forward subconsciously, "Sir, you can't do it."

Tang Yin dismissed the idea of ​​checking his son's teeth, glanced at him, and said nonchalantly, "Go and run the water, I'll give him a bath."

The butler had a surprised expression on his face, "You wash?"

Tang Yin glanced over, "Why, I can't bathe my son? Is this against the law?"

"..." said the butler, "Young master drinks too much, so you might be so noisy."

The anger on Tang Yin's face froze a bit. His son liked to play with water since he was a child. He splashed in the bathtub when he was a child, and splashed in the swimming pool when he was half-grown. After a few seconds, I changed my mind, "Bring a basin of water to the room, I'll wipe his face, and let him wash himself when he wakes up."

After saying that, Tang Yin picked up his son and went upstairs.

On the other side, Pei Wenjin left the mansion far away, so he found a place to park the car beside the mountain road, opened the door, went out and stood in the dark, lit a cigarette and smoked, looking lonely and cold.

The winter nights are cold and wet, with no stars overhead.

Pei Wenjin half-closed his eyelids and smoked one puff after another. Wisps of smoke spewed out from his mouth and nose, and were blown in all directions by the cold wind.

If he read correctly, Zhang Yang was standing not far away when he got into the car with the boy in his arms.

He didn't see the expression clearly, he was really careless tonight, he made a too low-level mistake, and it is very likely that he will send the boy to the most dangerous situation with his own hands, and his forbearance during this period will fall short.

Fortunately, when he drove away, he didn't find anyone else around, except Zhang Yang.

Fortunately in misfortune.

Zhang Yang's kid is a little clever and a little tricky. His vanity is as strong as his self-esteem, so it's not hard to guess what he's thinking.

Pei Wenjin's eyes flickered with unknown meaning, revealing a look of deep understanding, and then sank into his eyes without anyone noticing in an instant. He threw half a cigarette on the ground, crushed his leather shoes, He turned his head to look in the direction of the mansion.

After watching it for a long time, Pei Wenjin frowned vigorously. After returning to the car, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Chairman, will the ten o'clock meeting tomorrow morning continue as usual?"

"Push it until the afternoon."

Tang Yin said at the other end, "Secretary Pei, thank you for sending Xiaoyuan back with all his beard and beard. Go back and rest early."

When mentioning those four characters for the second time, they must all end in full.

The call was a probing one.

The current situation seems to be due to various factors. The situation is very complicated and there are many things involved, so no one has made it clear. Before the critical point appears, we can only test and suspect. You come here once today, and I will come again tomorrow. , come and go.

Pei Wenjin put the phone aside, he let out a long sigh of relief, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then drove down the mountain.

When Tang Yuan woke up, he was in his room, his own room. His first reaction was a headache.

Just when he was in a daze, the door opened from the outside, accompanied by a familiar old voice, "Master, you're awake, wait a minute, I'll pour some water."

The housekeeper quickly entered the room with a glass of water.

Tang Yuan propped up the bed and sat up, feeling a little cold, he retreated into the bed again, "Uncle Zhong, what time is it?"

The housekeeper closed the half-covered window, "It's past three o'clock in the morning."

"Why did I wake up at this hour?" Tang Yuan muttered in a low voice and asked, "Then what, did Shu Ran send me back?"

"No." The housekeeper said, "It's Secretary Pei."

"puff--"

The water from Tang Yuan's mouth sprayed out.

Fortunately, he turned his head a little bit at the last moment, otherwise he would spray all the water on the bed, and the sheets would have to be changed in the middle of the night.

Tang Yuan was puzzled for a long time, "Uncle Zhong, why do I have no memory at all?"

The housekeeper cleaned the floor, "Master is drunk."

"Oh yes, I'm drunk." Tang Yuan continued to be confused, and got up from the bed a few seconds later, "Then did I say anything?"

This time, the housekeeper was confused, "I'm not sure about this."

Tang Yuan refused to give up. He stood on the bed, feeling quite agitated, coupled with a series of symptoms caused by drunkenness, which caused his temples to throb. "Why don't you know? You didn't take care of me?"

The butler said surprisingly, "It's sir."

Tang Yuan was dumbfounded, "Huh?"

He shivered and quickly sat back on the bed, pulling the quilt to cover himself, "What about my dad?"

The butler said, "Sir, I will go out after the young master is asleep."

I don't know where to go, and the master will not explain his itinerary to his servants.

Anyway, the man at the helm of the Tang family will not sleep on the street.

Tang Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Then I'll call my dad."

The housekeeper handed him the mobile phone, "Master, I'm afraid the husband is already asleep now."

"Uncle Zhong, don't fool me. My dad has a lot of things to do every day. Now he is either busy or about to be busy. He is definitely not sleeping."

Tang Yuan dialed the phone after finishing speaking in a firm tone. A woman's voice came from the other end. He was taken aback, Fang Lin?No way?His dad... has he found it?

Before Tang Yuan could figure it out, the mobile phone was transferred to his father, and he shouted in a breathless voice, "Are you looking for death?"

Tang Yuan had already dealt with this situation a long time ago. A few times ago, he blushed, his heart beat, he stuttered, he either pressed his phone blindly, or knocked somewhere at a loss, and then he calmed down.

His father is shameless, so he has nothing to worry about.

"Dad, I just woke up."

Tang Yin roared: "Is this bullshit?"

Tang Yuan lay under the quilt, with one hand on his head, pretending to be pitiful and saying, "I have a headache."

Tang Yin scolded, "It deserves it!"

Tang Yuan said pitifully, "Can't you say something nice?"

"Damn it, you want to kill your dad on purpose, don't you?"

Hearing his father's wheezing and wheezing, Tang Yuan seemed to be normal, he relaxed a lot, "Dad, don't get angry, I just called to ask, I didn't vomit all over the place, right?"

Tang Yin took a deep breath, "You vomited it up outside and came back."

Tang Yuan's thoughts turned back and forth, "Then am I crazy about drinking?"

Tang Yin didn't give a face-saving laugh, "It's a joke, crying and laughing, like a two hundred and five."

"Hang up, hang up, hang up!"

Tang Yuan faced the ceiling, his breathing was a little messy, he could only believe [-]% of what his father said, but he didn't know what part of that [-]% was.

It's so late, the man must be asleep.

"Master?"

Tang Yuan was distracted, when he heard the sound suddenly, he was startled, what the hell, Uncle Zhong was still standing by the bed, luckily I didn't talk nonsense to myself, otherwise I would have died.

"Uncle Zhong, I'm asleep."

The butler left the room in response, and gently closed the door with his backhand.

Tang Yuan turned off the bedside lamp and gnawed his index knuckles in the dark. Today, no, it should be yesterday. A lot of things happened yesterday.

First it was a letter from his father, then it was the elf in the lake villa in Saicheng, and finally he was drunk.

This birthday is probably something he will remember forever.

Tang Yuan couldn't figure it out, how could it be that man who sent him back?

Aren't Shu Ran and the others in the bar at that time?It's not uncommon for him to go home and sleep with one of the three of them for the night.

No matter how bad it is, the driver at home can also pick him up. Why did his father ask that man to go to the bar to find him?

Tang Yuan bit hard, he hissed, and took out a tissue to wipe off the blood oozing from the knuckles of his index finger, which distracted him and missed the flash of light in his mind.

After a while, Tang Yuan was dragged away by the sleepy bug.

In the morning, Tang Yuan rolled on the bed, from left to right, then from right to left, until he lost his head, he put the pillow under his chin, lay on the bed and called the man.

The phone rang a few times before it was connected, and a man's voice rang over there, with a hoarse magnetism that had just woken up, "Hello?"

Such a word made Tang Yuan's ears burn, and his whole body felt weak. He felt that he was hopeless. He rubbed his left foot against his right leg, "Secretary Pei, I didn't disturb your sleep, did I?"

Pei Wenjin lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "No."

Tang Yuan traced the pattern of Yang Zaizi on the quilt with his free hand, "I heard from Uncle Zhong that you sent me back last night, thank you."

Pei Wenjin said, "Young Master, you are welcome."

"I heard that I vomited." Tang Yuan asked, "Did I vomit on you?"

Pei Wenjin spoke nonsense out of breath, "No, the young master vomited on the floor, and got part of his clothes."

"..."

Tang Yuan was not very satisfied. Spitting on his body could deepen his memory. The man would think of him when he wore the clothes of that night in the future. Spitting on the ground would not have that effect. He continued to ask, "Did I have a drink on the way back?"

Pei Wenjin's breathing paused for a second, "Young master, don't you have any impression?"

Tang Yuan didn't hear anything wrong with the man, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Yeah, no, I've had a drink and I don't remember anything."

There was no sound over there.

Tang Yuan took the phone away to check, he was still on the phone, he was inexplicably nervous, "Secretary Pei?"

Pei Wenjin's tone was flat without any emotional fluctuations, "The young master was very quiet when he drank too much, and he didn't talk about drinking."

Tang Yuan snorted, not sure whether he was relieved or disappointed, but after a minute or two he figured it out, it was disappointment.

Didn't talk about wine, and the whole process was very quiet, that is, 50.00% chance of confession was lost.

Didn't you say that Jiu Zhuang is cowardly?

Tang Yuan beat the bed angrily. He didn't live up to his spirits when he didn't drink, and he still didn't live up to his spirits after drinking. Tang Yuan, Tang Yuan, do you dare to say to the man on the phone right now, "I like you, not just playing tricks , is the kind of liking with color”?

dare?

dare not.

Tang Yuan comforted himself, confession is a big deal, it is better to face to face.

The person I especially like is a guy with a very deep city, and it is even more difficult to figure out what the other person is thinking if we don't face each other.

When Pei Wenjin heard the sound, he had a guess in his heart, his lips moved, and there was an imperceptible coaxing in his voice, "Master, what are you doing?"

Tang Yuan gritted his teeth and blurted out, "Beat the bed!"

The "Chuan" between Pei Wenjin's eyebrows slowly unfolded, and he smiled, very brightly, he hadn't smiled like this for many years, so that after he realized it, the curvature of his lips froze in embarrassment.

Tang Yuan heard it clearly and was dumbfounded.

The whole morning, Tang Yuan was in that state. He laughed happily from time to time when he was doing anything, and even pulled a flower out of the vase, smashed each piece into the trash can, and muttered after breaking each piece, which scared the servant so much. light.

The old lady couldn't stand it anymore, "Grandson, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Yuan began to pull the leaves, "It's nothing."

The old lady said, "Grandma called your dad back."

"Ah?" Tang Yuan quickly pulled the old lady back, "Don't, don't, my dad is busy, so don't disturb his old man."

The old lady sternly said, "It's the weekend and I don't go to work, so what are you busy with?"

Tang Yuan chuckled, "Acquaintance."

The old lady remembered something, "Did your father go out early in the morning, or did he go down the mountain in the middle of the night last night and never came back?"

"It doesn't make any difference." Tang Yuan patted the back of the old lady's skinny hand, "Grandma, don't talk about my dad, and he's about to sneeze, let me peel you an apple."

The old lady glanced at her grandson and acted like a child, "Grandma doesn't want to eat apples, but wants to watch you dance."

"Okay, dance."

After Tang Yuan stretched his legs and stretched his tendons, and opened all the joints of his limbs one by one, he danced "First Love" that he recently rehearsed with his senior sister, and only danced his part, saving a few large-scale movements. Kick it to the coffee table, and then make some injuries on your body.

The old lady is a very authentic audience, she doesn't make noise, doesn't move around, just sits in a chair and watches seriously.

She thought to herself that the artist's blood was in her grandson's body, all because it was passed on to him by his deceased daughter-in-law.

It's a pity that the daughter-in-law is unlucky, otherwise she must be the best teacher for her grandson now.

When it was almost noon, Zhang Shuran came over.

Tang Yuan asked the cook to make his favorite clam stewed eggs for Zhang Shuran. Zhang Shuran watched from the side, with a gentle smile on his face, warm like a spring breeze.

When Zhang Shuran came over, he brought a lot of things, all of which were bought for the old lady. He also called her grandma like Tang Yuan, since he was a child.

The old lady didn't say anything like "come as soon as you come and bring something with you". The neighbors in a big courtyard know each other well and have a good relationship, so they won't come here anymore. She waved her hand lovingly, "Shu Ran, go upstairs and chat with Xiao Yuan, it's time for dinner in a while."

"okay."

Zhang Shuran pulled Fa Xiao who was in a daze, "What are you thinking?"

"Think about what happened last night." Tang Yuan asked as he walked towards the stairs, "Shu Ran, when did the three of you go back last night?"

Zhang Shuran took two steps behind and looked at his beautiful neck exposed outside the collar, "I'll go back after you leave."

Tang Yuan turned his head, "What about A Lie and Xiao Chao?"

"A Lie and Xiao Chao each brought a girl to the hotel." Zhang Shuran said, "It's the 'Sweet Orange' that your family bought only in the first half of this year."

Tang Yuan clicked his tongue, "They are really good brothers, they go hand in hand."

He touched Zhang Shuran with his shoulder, "Why didn't you go with them?"

Zhang Shuran said, "I don't really like being outside."

"Understood." Tang Yuan gave him an ambiguous look, "It is true that we still feel safe at home."

Zhang Shuran couldn't help laughing, "What are you thinking? I just think that it's just a simple solution to physiological needs. It's completely DIY. It's too troublesome to find someone, and it's easy to cause unnecessary trouble for myself."

Tang Yuan staggered, what a DIY.

Talents are all talents, his father is, Lin Damei is, A Lie is, Xiao Chao is, and Shu Ran is too, but he is not.

As soon as Tang Yuan reached the second floor, the butler caught up and said with a sigh, "Master, your dirty coat was in Secretary Pei's car last night. I forgot to take it back."

He was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed, that's a good thing.

The butler pondered and said, "How about I go to the company tomorrow?"

Tang Yuan shook his head, "No, no, he will call me when he cleans up."

Turning his head and seeing Fa Xiao looking at him, Tang Yuan's back felt inexplicably cold, he blinked and joked, "Shu Ran, what do you think I am doing?"

Zhang Shuran said, "When did you get so close to your dad's secretary?"

"Is there?" Tang Yuan said, "It's always been like this."

He pushed Faxiao upstairs, "Let's go, let's play video games with me for a while, it's no fun playing alone."

Zhang Shuran responded thoughtfully.

After going up to the third floor, Zhang Shuran asked, "Xiao Yuan, do you still remember how you left the bar last night?"

Tang Yuan pushed the door open and entered the room, "I don't remember."

"Secretary Pei carried you out. I was worried and wanted to follow, but I was stopped by Xiao Chao," Zhang Shuran said, "By the time I went out, you had already left."

Tang Yuan paused, turned around and asked curiously, "Shu Ran, did I say anything in the bar?"

Zhang Shuran, "You said it."

Tang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he maintained a curious expression on his face, "What did you say?"

Zhang Shuran looked into his dark eyes, "You said you were uncomfortable."

Tang Yuan licked the corner of his mouth, "Then did I say why I feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Zhang Shuran sighed softly, "I asked you, but you didn't tell me."

There was inquiry in his eyes, but his tone was as gentle as usual, "Xiao Yuan, can you tell me now?"

Tang Yuan pouted, "It's not my dad, he wrote me a family letter."

Zhang Shuran looked strange, "A letter from home?"

"That's right, my dad wrote it by hand, and it made me cry when I saw it."

"According to that, you should be happy."

"Happiness is happiness, but I'm the only one in my family. My dad has high expectations for me. In the letter from home, he asks me what to do in the future. I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Is that so..."

"Uh-huh!"

Tang Yuan apologized quietly in his heart, Shu Ran, I'm sorry, when I'm ready, I'll confess to you and stop lying.

With Zhang Shuran in the afternoon, Tang Yuan's attention was distracted. At night, he was distracted frequently, and his phone was hot. He didn't send a text message, didn't make a call, and the man didn't send him a text message. a phone call.

Tang Yuan tried to recall all the events of last night, but he recalled many times, and they all stayed at the link where he stood on the sofa, held a bottle of wine, and swayed his body to the singing downstairs.

After that it was like a glitch, just a fucking black screen.

Tang Yuan was very sad and angry, and vaguely felt that he had forgotten something very important.

He scratched his head irritably, he couldn't drink so much alcohol in the future, there was no point in doing anything other than making himself suffer.

Telling the truth after drinking is all fake, fake!

Tang Yuan fell asleep with annoyed emotions. The dream was full of little monsters with the man's face. He was reluctant to beat him and was eaten clean.

A very strange thing happened the next day, which can be called a horror.

When Tang Yuan was eating in the cafeteria, Zhang Yang came to him, holding a bottle of juice in his hand, the kind he often bought.

When the bottle of fruit juice was put in front of Tang Yuan, his scalp was about to explode, and he looked at Zhang Yang with crazy eyes, buddy, what do you mean?

The corners of Zhang Yang's always pursed mouth were drawn to the sides, showing a flashy smile that didn't match his style, "I invite you to drink."

"boom"

The chopsticks in Chen Shuangxi's hand fell into the dinner plate, and several gazes came over him. He quickly buried his head down, his body still trembling slightly.

This kind of uselessness made the spectators immediately lose interest, and instead continued to watch this year's school grass and the young master of the Tang family.

Tang Yuan didn't care about the attention of the people around him. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Yang. He pointed to the juice in front of him, "You buy me a drink?"

"Yeah." Zhang Yang pushed the juice to Tang Yuan, bent his straight back, and said with a long smile, "Young Master Tang, thank you."

The attitude seems to be very sincere, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Tang Yuan was lying in his heart, with a calm expression on his face. He felt that there was a trick in it. He said lazily, "Why are you thanking me for no reason? It seems that there is nothing worthy of your thanking me."

Zhang Yang straightened up and looked at him, smiling without saying a word.

Tang Yuan looked at Zhang Yang's back, his eyelids twitched, he always had a bad feeling, but he didn't know what was going on.

It's just a weekend, and the sky has changed?

Chen Shuangxi whispered, "Young Master Tang, he seems to be in a good mood."

Tang Yuan thought to himself, it's not like, it's really good, his eyes are really seeing.

Chen Shuangxi looked at the bottle of juice, the volume was a little lower, and asked cautiously, "Is there anything else in this bottle?"

Tang Yuan said, "Probably not."

Chen Shuangxi breathed out, "That's good."

Tang Yuan said, "That's not good."

Chen Shuangxi didn't know why.

Tang Yuan lost his appetite, so he pushed the plate forward, as if explaining to Chen Shuangxi, but also muttering to himself, "It's more terrifying if you don't put other things in it."

That means that Zhang Yang really invited him to drink juice, in order to thank him.

Zhang Yang's bottle of fruit juice made Tang Yuan restless all afternoon. After school, he asked Chen Shuangxi to take his books back to the dormitory. He walked to the back door of the school and prepared to take a taxi to the company.

The company worked overtime tonight, and Tang Yuan had already heard the news from Lin Xiao. It was a night full of dreams, so he decided to confess his love in that man's office.

If rejected...

Then try again, Tang Yuan just finished talking to himself when he saw the man's car across the road.

Such a coincidence, a tacit understanding?

Before Tang Yuan could turn his head around, his body had already walked in that direction uncontrollably. From a distance, he saw Zhang Yang getting out of the car.

Zhang Yang was lying on the window of the car, not knowing what he said, the man got out of the car and went around to him, raised his hand and rubbed his hair.

He smiled like a little girl in love.

Tang Yuan was stimulated by Zhang Yang's appearance, and rushed over without thinking.