The licking dog is rebellious and firmly grasps the script of Bai Yueguang

After listening, Xie Yi looked up.

I saw a tall man standing not far away, with an unknown expression. The disco lights flickered on his face, and his satin-like semi-long black hair was spread behind his head, making his facial features even more outstanding.

He is good-looking, even handsome.

The handsome face is sickly white, the bridge of the nose is high, and the dark pupils are like thick ink that cannot be opened. He stares straight at Xie Yi in the center of the crowd. The tear mole under the corner of his eye also looks extremely scorching on that pale face. How many people.

He just stood there, not saying anything, and his whole body exuded an indescribable aura of aristocratic elegance.

This appearance and temperament almost made Xie Yi mentally retarded.

It was the system's constant reminders that brought this lustful host back to his senses.

Seeing Fu Tinglan coming, Xie Yi pretended to be drunk and looked at him with a silly smile.

"Fu Tinglan, you are here..."

Xie Yi pushed those people away, stretched out his hands towards him, and stumbled over, "Come here and help me."

Fu Tinglan remained motionless and did not react in any way.

Xie Yi stepped forward quickly, as if anticipating his prediction, he directly grabbed Fu Tinglan's arm that avoided him, and fell into his arms.

"so cold,"

He buried himself in Fu Tinglan's neck and whispered, "Hug~"

Fu Tinglan's body stiffened at that moment, not knowing how to react.

He had never had such close contact with anyone. Even his parents rarely hugged him because he bluntly rejected them before they even came close.

Xie Yi was the first person to rush up to him and hug him forcefully when he was drunk.

"Don't come so close to me."

Fu Tinglan frowned in disgust and pushed the young man who smelled of alcohol away, only to find that the other man had his hands around his neck, like an octopus that he couldn't push away no matter how hard he pushed.

"Alan, I'm drunk and if you help me, will I die?"

Xie Yi murmured dissatisfiedly, hugged him harder, and put his hoarse voice into his ear, "Let's go home."

Fu Tinglan looked ugly and couldn't push him away, so he could only accept his fate and help the drunkard out of the bar.

The brothers who were pulled over by Xie Yi to act in the booth all looked at each other in confusion.

Is this their new goal, Mr. Xie? Not to mention, he looks really cool, but his face looks a bit stinky.

"Back to where?"

Fu Tinglan stuffed the person into the passenger seat and looked at him calmly, "Xie Yi, don't vomit in my car."

The consequences were not stated, but Xie Yi turned around briefly, and instantly became more energetic when he saw the man's gloomy eyes, and quickly shook his head in assurance.

"No, no, I have a sense of propriety."

As he spoke, he seemed to feel a little bored.

Undoing the two buttons on the collar with one hand to dissipate the heat, the man's gaze fell directly on the exposed collarbone before he could take it back, his eyes dark.

The young man is good-looking, with white skin and tender flesh, and handsome facial features.

At this time, he seemed to be very hot, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down his chin, all the way down the swan's neck to his collarbone, and then penetrated deep into places that could not be seen.

"Alan...Tinglan...Fu Tinglan!"

The young man waved in front of the man and shouted several times before he got his attention back. His voice was obviously complaining, and he muttered: "What are you looking at? Why are you so stunned?"

"Fasten your seat belt."

Fu Tinglan looked away and asked again quietly: "Where are you going back to?"

"You, don't send me home. My mother will definitely tear my skin off when she sees me drunk."

Xie Yi came up, hugged the man's arm with one hand, and said with a smile and a bright smile, "Alan, just send me to your house. Anyway, I left all my things at your house the last time I treated you. No, I’ll stay in the guest room as usual.”

"let go."

Fu Tinglan neither agreed nor refused. He just frowned and glanced at the arm held by the young man. His voice was calm and calm, "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind leaving you here."

"Okay, okay, let go, just let go, as if you don't care about anyone."

Xie Yi curled his lips and immediately let go. After tugging at the seat belt for a long time, he couldn't fasten it. He could only look back at the person with a smile, "Alan, please help me, I can't fasten it."

"Stupid."

Fu Tinglan spoke with a venomous tongue, pulled the seat belt with one hand, and buckled it with a "click", which made Xie Yi unable to stop.

No, doesn’t this Fu Tinglan have any romantic qualities at all?

Can't he see that I'm deliberately trying to seduce him? Pooh! Wouldn't he come up and fasten my seat belt?

This prevented many of his plans from being realized! The plan to shake the car even failed!

System: Who in the family understands? What should I do if the host is too pornographic? Is there anyone with a more innocent temperament? Help! !

Soon, Fu Tinglan stepped on the accelerator and returned to his mid-level villa from Lan Kwai Fong.

After he turned twenty, he moved out of the Fu family and lived alone. The huge villa didn't even have a dog, not to mention servants.

It can be said that he is the biggest living creature in the entire villa.

"get off."

After the car parked in the parking space, Fu Tinglan unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He didn't pay any attention to the young man who was still in the passenger seat, turned around and strode back into the house.

The figure is lonely and lonely. Looking at it alone, the man's back seems to be filled with nothingness.

In his world, he is the only one.

Xie Yi didn't know why, but he swallowed his words of coquettishness and felt a little uncomfortable.

He remembered that this Fu Tinglan had bipolar disorder, a "genius disease".

That is, the symptoms of mania and depression coexist.

An emotional roller coaster. When the spirit is high, one will be particularly excited. He will do things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. He will also be easily irritated, but at the same time, his thoughts will jump very fast.

In this state, his mind works very fast, he can complete everything efficiently, and his desire for expression is very strong. However, his need for sleep is reduced at the same time. He can still feel energetic even after sleeping for 3 hours a day.

When you are depressed, you are more likely than ordinary depressed patients to have thoughts of death or commit suicide or self-harm.

Switching back and forth between "heaven" and "hell" doubles the pain.

Xie Yi was not sure what state Fu Tinglan was in now, but he hurried back to the villa. There should be something that needed to be completed immediately.

Thinking of this, Xie Yi quickly followed.

"Alan! Tinglan! Fu Tinglan!"

"Don't make any noise."

Fu Tinglan held a paintbrush in his hand and painted something on the drawing board very quickly. This made Xie Yi quickly hold his breath and walked in lightly.

Perhaps because the man was too focused, he didn't notice Xie Yi walking into the studio and standing behind him to watch him paint.

I saw him boldly splashing red paint on the drawing board. The flat brush outlined the profile of a person, and I could vaguely identify it as a man. After filling in the dark brown hair, he traced the man's delicate collarbone. There are also little stars scattered.

"Huh? Why does this person look so familiar?"

Fu Tinglan ignored him and was in an extremely excited state of mind.

He used a paintbrush to add the last highlight on the portrait's thin lips, and finally a relaxed smile appeared on his face, and a hearty laugh overflowed from the depths of his throat.

Suddenly, he noticed someone behind him.

When he turned around, he saw the drunk Xie Yi standing there with a red face, his sick smile slightly reduced.

"go out."

"Alan is so excited. Is he drawing me?"