What should I do if I want to get back my first love but can't hold back my face?

Fang Yi was probably the kind of drunkard who could be written into a textbook without being annoying or causing trouble. After the whole process, he just sat quietly in a corner. Occasionally, when someone noticed him, he nodded with a smile.

It was the first time Jiang Huai saw him drunk before, and it was a long time before she realized it. She just felt that Fang Zhen was exceptionally obedient, and even a little dependent on him.

It's not his fault, he has never seen such a shameless person drinking alcohol, his face is not red at all, except that he is a little duller than usual, there is nothing wrong with it.If Jiang Huai hadn't observed it for a while at that time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed it.

After eating and drinking enough, a group of people prepared to move their positions in a mighty manner.

The third basement floor of the hotel is an excellent entertainment venue, with everything from ball, card, gaming tables, swimming pools and karaoke halls.As early as a few weeks ago, the venue was reserved in advance, and now you only need to take the elevator down.

Jiang Huai didn't intend to stay for a long time, so he got up in time and told the leader, Zhou Shu, that he wanted to leave.

Zhou Shu stared, "How long has it been since you came here, and now you're leaving?"

"There is someone to take care of, so I can't keep it," Jiang Huai smiled, and said nothing, "I bought tonight's order, have fun."

Zhou Shu looked at him disapprovingly, "Who doesn't have money to bully?"

Jiang Huai didn't explain, Zhou Shu still wanted to ask again, Shen Dai stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "It's almost done, they still have nightlife, do you understand?"

Zhou Shu waved his hand, and smiled again in a blink of an eye, "All right, all right, let's meet again next time we have a chance."

Jiang Huai nodded, looking over Zhou Shu's shoulder, just in time to see Fang Zhen turning his head around, probably looking for someone.

Jiang Huai ended the conversation in time and went back with long legs.

At this moment, everyone was running around in the whole box, and they were the only two left on the table.

"Where have you been?" Fang Yi raised his face and talked to him, with an innocent accusation in his eyes.

Jiang Huai suddenly smiled silently, didn't answer the question, just asked him jokingly, "Did you find me?"

Fang Yu nodded honestly, still maintaining the upward posture, and said softly: "I can't find it."

Jiang Huai's expression was blank for a moment, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared silently, and he tilted his head as if to cover up, "Go back."

"What?" Fang Yu didn't hear clearly, and there was a puzzled expression on his face.

"send you home."

"Oh." This time he finally heard it clearly, Fang Zhen stood up, saw Jiang Huai standing aside, and stretched out his hand for him a little dullly.

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, grabbed Fang Yu's hand, and the two of them slipped away from the box where demons began to dance wildly, no one noticed.

Jiang Huai followed Fang Yu, seeing him running away like a firecracker, she couldn't help but said helplessly: "Don't go so fast, you will fall later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he probably walked too fast, Fang Yu stopped and shook his head, then squatted down and waited for Jiang Huai, and when Jiang Huai approached, he dragged him and complained, "It keeps shaking!"

Jiang Huai looked down along his gleaming complaining finger, saw the smooth and flat ground, and was a bit dumbfounded.

Jiang Huai squatted down. Because of the angle, Fang Zhen couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear his gentle and patient voice, "You're drunk, it's not it shaking, it's your head shaking."

Fang Zhen felt that it was unreasonable and wanted to refute, but for some reason, he was so easily coaxed.

Fang Zhen raised his head. In fact, his reaction and consciousness were a little slow, but Jiang Huai was probably too gentle tonight, so he replied obediently, "I'm not drunk, I'm a little dizzy."

Fang Jin pursed his lips and smiled at Jiang Huai, his pupils were round and bright, reflecting the moon, a little more peaceful than the night.

Jiang Huai had reason to suspect that there would not be a more worry-free drunk in this world than Fang Ping.

Doesn't play tricks, rolls around, doesn't swear, and can respond normally to other people's words in most cases, except for being a little slow and deceitful, it's perfect.

What's more, this drunk now has to cook sugar water for him instead.

Jiang Huai finally felt a slight headache belatedly, and repeated again, "I don't drink sugar water."

After repeating this several times, Fang Yi finally no longer insisted on going to the kitchen, but only accused Jiang Huai of his bad behavior with silent eyes, and made a last roundabout resistance.

Jiang Huai sat upright and steady, unmoved at all, the whole body exuded a ruthless smell from top to bottom, even every strand of hair, and repeated slowly, "I don't like sugar water. "

A joke, no matter how normal you behave, you are still a drunkard. What if you really put it in the kitchen and burn it?

Jiang Huai didn't intend to take the risk.

Fang Yi looked at Jiang Huai motionlessly, and seeing that the other party avoided his sight again, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved and said, "But I want to drink."

Jiang Huai's rationality retreated below the bottom line in an instant, and she agreed.

Jiang Huai was staring at the boiling water in the kitchen, while Fang Yi was ordered to stay away from the pot, so he stood five steps away, looking boredly, "Are you ready?"

"It's almost there," Jiang Huai turned off the fire, but was dizzy at the pile of bottles and jars, "Which jar is sugar?"

Fang Yi approached and picked up a glass jar, unscrewed it, and scooped several spoonfuls into the small pot.

Jiang Huaiguang looked at it like this, his face twisted, "How sweet is this?"

Although Fang Yi's reaction was slow, his logic was very strict, and he reiterated with a serious face: "True water is meant to be sweet."

Jiang Huai glanced at the jar, which had obviously moved down a lot in level, and didn't argue with him.

A pot of sugar water happened to be divided into two cups, so Fang Yi still insisted on sharing one cup, but Jiang Huai's reasoning was useless, so he had to surrender.

The water was close to [-] degrees, and Jiang Huai was afraid that Fang Zhen would be scalded, so he carried it to the living room by himself.

Fang Yu followed behind, reaching out to take it, but Jiang Huai slapped it away, "It's hot, wait a minute."

Fang Yi sat in the living room and waited for a while, and couldn't help but asked several times anxiously, "Are you ready?"

"I'll try first."

Jiang Huai tried the temperature with his hands, and it wasn't too hot, so he handed the cup to his mouth and took a sip.

With just one sip, dozens of expressions changed on his face.

Salty, the kind that can send people directly into space.

Fang Yi still looked at him helplessly, not knowing at all that he was so confused that he used salt as sugar.

Jiang Huai endured and endured, frowning and then loosening, forced a smile and said: "It's delicious."

Fang Zhen was so happy when he heard that, he grabbed the cup and wanted to drink, which surprised Jiang Huai.

"and many more."

Fang Zhen looked up at him innocently, Jiang Huai felt guilty for a while, and coaxed him in a low voice, "This glass is cold, I'll go and change it for you."

Fang Yi reached out to touch the cup, and the cup was warm, and he looked at him suspiciously, "It's not cold, it's just right."

Why is it so hard to cheat?

Jiang Huai felt his temples twitching, and was afraid that there would be problems if he drank this cup, so he could only bite the bullet and reason with him: "I want to drink both cups, can you let me?"

Hearing this, Fang Yi glanced at Jiang Huai, hesitated between the sugar water in his hand and Jiang Huai, and chose Jiang Huai, put the sugar water on the table, pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I'll give you both cups." you."

Jiang Huai had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a few more sips before coaxing him over.

In the end, he had to go into the kitchen and cook a cup of real sugar water to compensate Fang Ping.

Jiang Huai glanced at the wall clock on the wall. After such a toss, the hour hand was almost touching the end of eleven o'clock.

Just after drinking a large glass of sugar water, Fang Zhen's cheeks were warm and flushed, his brows were tired and lazy.

Jiang Huai just sat beside him and watched him quietly for a while, until Fang Zhen turned his head a little slowly, and said: "It's very late, you should go to bed."

It took Fang Zhen a few seconds to react, so all the comfort and relaxation tonight disappeared, leaving only a little panic and cautiousness on his face, "Are you leaving?"

Fang Yi just sat on the sofa and looked at him, blinking his eyelashes quickly and slowly, and couldn't even tell whether his expression was sad at that moment.

Jiang Huai felt that Fang Ping's reaction was not right, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Maybe it's just a subconscious search for a sense of security when you're in a daze.

Even so, Jiang Huai was still patient and lowered his voice to coax him, "Don't go now, wait until you fall asleep."

Jiang Huai turned off the light in the room, leaving only a bedside lamp emitting a warm yellow light.

And Fang Yi sat on the edge of the bed, and suddenly stood up as if remembering something.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Huai just turned around and asked casually.

"My pajamas." Fang Jin frowned, with a look of anxiety on his face.

Jiang Huai was standing by the closet. Hearing that he turned on the light again, he turned around and opened the closet door, and asked him, "Don't worry, I'll get it for you. Which set?"

"The bottom one."

"This set?" Jiang Huai bent down to pick it up, and couldn't help shaking his hands itchyly as he walked towards the bed, but accidentally shook out a black hood.

Can not help but stunned.

This is... penguin pajamas?

In his memory, Fang Yike had never worn such a playful pajamas.

Jiang Huai's fingertips were itchy, she glanced sideways with heavy eyes, and passed the pajamas over.

Fang Zhen was completely unaware of this man's bad taste, took the pajamas, smiled at Jiang Huai with his eyes bent, and then pursed his lips hesitantly, "Can you turn around?"

The more talkative and thoughtful Fang Zhen's tone and appearance, the more Jiang Huai wanted to tease him.

Anyway, Fang Zhen himself was in a daze, and his temper was soft, so he probably wouldn't settle accounts with him when he thought about it later.

But forget it, Jiang Huai sighed lightly.

Turning her back for a while, Jiang Huai turned her head when it was almost time, her eyes paused.

Fang Yi was lowering his head and lifting the corner of the quilt. He looked like a docile and harmless little animal in a penguin one-piece pajamas, with a hood hanging behind him and a flat tail dragging awkwardly. He probably didn't realize that there was a dangerous and nimble hunter standing behind him, so he just exposed a short section of white and thin nape, as if he was completely defenseless against people.

Jiang Huai stood where she was, closed her eyes, and turned her head silently.

Jiang Huai lowered her head and tucked the quilt for Fang Zhen, and said in a low voice, "Sleep, I'll be in the living room, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Fang Zhen buried half of his face in the quilt, only showing two round eyes, looking at Jiang Huai who was standing by the bed, and asked him, "Aren't you sleeping?"

Jiang Huai seemed to be smiling, but didn't seem to have said, "I want to go home and sleep."

"Oh," Fang Yi seemed to understand, he hid his hands outside the quilt again, and said softly, "Good night."

"Good night." Jiang Huai turned off the bedside lamp and left the room.

Fang Ping fell asleep quickly, and when he opened the door for the second time, half of his face was buried under the quilt, and there was a slight and long breathing sound from his nostrils.

Jiang Huai stood at the door of Fang Yu's room, holding the door with his hands, silently looking at Fang Yu's peaceful sleeping face.

At that moment, he was probably the only one who understood what he was thinking.

If someone asks Jiang Huai the most impressive scene in his memory at this moment.

It wasn't when the two of them hadn't had a good conversation for a long time, Fang Yu said to him tiredly on the other end of the phone, "Jiang Huai, I'm so tired."

On the contrary, when the two of them were still alive, probably in winter, the two fools ran to a remote mountain to watch shooting stars.

Just halfway through the mountain road, Jiang Huai suddenly hugged Fang Zhen from behind a little shamelessly, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Boyfriend, I'm so cold..."

Fang Zhen paused for a moment, and suddenly raised his hand to loosen the scarf a little. In this difficult posture, he grabbed Jiang Huai's hand from behind and stuck it to his neck, and spoke seriously, even clumsily. , "My boyfriend warms your hands..."

He just stood there clean, his whole body was clearer than the first snowflakes that fell in winter, and it was heart-warming.

The author has something to say:

Fang Yuan: I'm so tired.

Jiang Huai: Shall I rub your waist for you?

Fang Jin: ...

go away.