Tired ABO

Tang Cong, who had been waiting downstairs, heard the movement upstairs, fidgeted, and looked nervously at the stairs. When he saw Sui Yu coming down, Tang Cong's heart was almost in his throat.

"Sui..." Tang Cong stood up, and before he could say a word, Sui Yu's eyes glanced at him indifferently.

Tang was silent for a moment.

Sui Yu's eyes paused on him for a second longer, and Tang Cong bit the bullet to meet him.

Suiyu calmly looked away and continued to walk out.

The door was opened and closed again.

Tang Cong breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and glanced at the milk tea dessert on the low table behind him, and then hurried upstairs.

Chu Yan was standing at the door of the bedroom with his back facing him. Looking from the side, his figure was thin, and his thin shoulders seemed to be under some gravity, and they collapsed weakly.

"Brother Yan?" Tang never dared to call softly.

Chu Yan turned around very slowly.

Tang Cong suddenly stagnated, and he tried to move forward in panic, but suddenly stopped in place and dared not move.

In his eyes, Chu Yan was like a glass doll that was about to break. His face was full of tears, and there were still tears in his eyes. He was fragile and helpless. He bit his lip and trembled unconsciously.

"...Brother Yan." Tang Cong continued to lower his voice, his throat was inexplicably astringent, and he felt sad.

Chu Yan was thinner again, with a wide blouse covering him, and there were one or two light-colored red marks on his neck, the neckline that slanted open with the movement of his shoulders, and the straight collarbone was deeply concave.

When Chu Yan saw him, his empty eyes gradually returned to his senses. He moved a step to the side, and suddenly softened his body and leaned against the door frame.

He closed his eyes, raised his hands to cover them, and said nothing.

Tang Cong walked over slowly, looking at the mess in the house, he didn't know what to say for a while.

The two were arguing with the door open, and they spoke very little, but every time they spoke, they were furious, indifferent and roaring, but Tang Cong heard it clearly from downstairs.

Tang Cong squatted down to pick up the scraps of paper on the floor, when Chu Yan beside him suddenly said, "...don't move." His voice was hoarse after sobs.

Tang paused from the outstretched hand, and then he heard a sigh.

Chu Yan wiped his face, leaned over and squatted down, and in front of Tang Cong, he picked up the torn paper next to him.

"You go down and wait for me." Chu Yan said to Tang Cong, clutching the scraps of paper he picked up.

Tang never said anything, turned and went downstairs obediently.

Chu Yan restrained his emotions, shuffled into the room, and slowly cleaned up the room he had ruined, including the messy cloakroom.

He moved very slowly. When he was putting on a new quilt, he bent over and suddenly his feet became weak, and his knees fell on the edge of the bed. He groaned and sat sideways on the bed with his knees hugged.

He frowned and rolled up his trousers with difficulty. When he saw the red knee and the blue patch that could not be ignored, his eyes were sore and tears fell down.

Chu Yan couldn't restrain himself anymore, he curled up his knees, bit his lip and pinched one side of his mouth to hold back tightly.

He had a stomach ache, cramping from a stomach that hadn't eaten for too long.

Chu Yan frowned, and waited for the unfinished tears to run away. He supported the edge of the bed and stood up. After finally getting out of bed, he clutched his stomach and turned to go out.

Tang Cong was waiting downstairs, and when he saw Chu Yan's appearance, he became anxious.

When he was about to go there, he thought of something, "Brother Yan, this is..." He picked up the things on the short table and went over, when he stopped talking, he paused for a while before continuing, "I bought it for you."

He directly skipped Tisui Island.

But Chu Yan still understood, he raised his eyes and looked behind Tang Cong.

They were all different packaging bags, Chu Yan didn't dare to look at them too much, he took Tang from the bag he handed over without looking, and walked towards the door.

Tang Cong was not sure what he meant, and was about to say something when he saw Chu Yan who was walking forward suddenly stop and turned on his toes.

Chu Yan finally took away all the milk tea desserts on the low table.

Tang Cong looked at Chu Yan who was sitting on a pile of commodity bags from the rearview mirror, hesitant to speak.

Vanilla was still nestled in the cat bag beside her. Ever since she saw Chu Yan getting into the car again, she kept scratching the cat bag and meowing.

Chu Yan fiddled with the plastic bag with his head down, listening to Vanilla's violent cry, he still didn't feel like talking, completely ignoring Tang Cong in front of him.

The two left so quickly that neither of them paid attention to the car outside the garage.

Suiyu sat in the car and watched Chu Yan leave again.

He waited for a total of one hour and four minutes. He opened the door and got out of the car, shaking off the soot that fell from the hem of his clothes.

Then he turned around and took out the still burning cigarette in the middle of the console, snuffed out the cigarette butt neatly, and wrapped the half pack of cigarette butts that had been burned one after another before wrapping them in a paper towel and throwing them into the trash can outside.

When Xu Zhichen called, Suiyu was sitting in the empty master bedroom of Chu Yan.

"...not coming." Suiyu refused lightly.

Xu Zhichen really couldn't figure it out, so why don't you just ask him to come out for a meal, "Didn't Ah Chu go back by himself? What are you doing, hurry up and bring him out for dinner, today I'm bringing Lianyun!"

At the end of his speech, he elongated his voice triumphantly.

Suiyu's eyes were silent, he was very irritable, but his face remained calm, "Got it."

Xu Zhichen was directly hung up on the phone, he couldn't help clicking his tongue when he looked at the hung up page, turned around and asked Lian Yun who was choosing clothes in front of the mirror, "What's wrong with this man, why do I feel something is wrong..." He mumbled to himself Talking to himself, he walked towards Lian Yun, his voice became smaller and smaller, Lian Yun couldn't hear what he said at all.

Xu Zhichen reached out to unbutton Lianyun's clothes, but Lianyun slapped him away.

Lian Yun stared, his eyes were as if they had been washed after finishing work, and there was an irresistible charm and seductiveness inside, Xu Zhichen felt guilty again.

"What are you doing!" Lian Yun was annoyed at him, being hugged full of him, he still couldn't struggle.

Xu Zhichen straightened his back and rubbed against him, "One more time, huh?" He coaxed in a low voice.

Lian Yun was almost stunned by how shameless he was.

"Xu Zhichen, you...!"

Xu Zhichen didn't care, he looked at Lian Yun's shirt buttons which were buttoned up meticulously, and wanted to brutally pull them away at once.

When Lian Yun was pressed against the mirror, he gasped in embarrassment and did not forget to remind him, "I haven't called Ayan yet..."

Xu Zhichen buried his head and took time to return to him, "No, I told Ah Sui."

Lian Yun didn't do it, and one yard counts for one yard. He was inexplicably a little guilty about the matter between Chu Yan and Ling Chenmu. After all, he also had part of the reason for the two being photographed downstairs last time.

"No, Ayan and I..."

Xu Zhichen didn't want to argue with him about this matter now, it was indeed two different things for him to ask Suiyu and Lian Yun to invite Chu Yan, even though Suiyu and Chu Yan were one.

Follow Lian Yun to ask him to tell Chu Yan, but it won't do much anyway, and in the end Sui Yu brought Chu Yan with him.

Xu Zhichen knew this very well, so he followed Lian Yun no matter what.

So Lian Yun put his arms around Xu Zhichen's neck when his arrow was on the string, and sent Chu Yan a message wholeheartedly.