Tired ABO

"What were you chatting with Lin Xiao just now?" Suiyu asked casually on the way home after the party. He remembered the way Chu Yan smiled at Lin Xiao in the private room just now, "Smiling so happily."

Chu Yan was driving the car, when he heard that the box of messy things came to mind, he subconsciously denied, "There's nothing to talk about." He turned his eyes slightly as he spoke, preventing Suiyu from looking over.

"Huh?" Suiyu twisted the ends of his hair between his fingers, and he raised his eyes lightly, "Really?"

Chu Yan felt guilty when he was asked, and nodded heavily, "Yes!"

Suiyu chuckled, "Lin Xiao carried a suitcase and put it in the trunk before leaving."

Chu Yan's eyebrows twitched, relying on Lin Xiao's bastard, didn't he agree to change the day!

"Oh, that should be something for me." Chu Yan said, feeling that it was not enough after finishing it, he added, "He mentioned it to me before."

"What a coincidence, he also told me." Suiyu added lightly.

Chu Yan's head exploded, wishing he could drag Lin Xiao out and beat him up now.

Suiyu looked at him and smiled, and casually suggested, "Let's go back and try?"

Chu Yanlu's right ear on his side was already red, but he was still staring stubbornly at the road ahead, pursing his lips and refusing to answer these words.

He was still wearing Suiyu's suit jacket, which was baggy, but he was wearing it just right, covering the beautiful body underneath.

Chu Yan clenched the steering wheel silently, and he had already begun to feel the dangerous aura emanating from the person on the right.

When Chu Yan woke up the next day, the sun was already high.

He put his head on Suiyu pillow and rolled it around several times, until all the residual smell on it was sucked away, and then he struggled to get out of bed with his waist.

When Suiyu opened the door and came in, what he saw was that Chu Yan was kneeling on the ground.

He leaned lazily against the door with a smile on his lips.

Chu Yan looked at him in panic, but he didn't expect him to come in. He stretched out his hand to support the side of the bed, struggling to get up self-sufficiently, but unfortunately, his legs were not very obedient.

He sat down limply again.

"A Sui." Chu Yan looked up at Suiyu, pursed his lips, stretched out his hands, begging for a hug in aggrieved manner.

"Huh?" Suiyu raised his eyebrows, not intending to come over to help.

"Hug." Chu Yan said, "I need Ah Sui to hug me before I get up."

He puffed up his cheeks, not the usual grievance.

Suiyu chuckled, walked over, and hugged him horizontally.

Chu Yan wrapped his arms around his neck naturally, buried his face in his arms and sniffed vigorously.

After exercising, Suiyu's pheromones continued to fluctuate, and Chu Yan heaved a sigh of satisfaction.

Suiyu put him on the toilet, lowered his head and asked him, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Chu Yan looked up, he looked at Suiyu and remembered, at the end of last night, he cried and refused to let Suiyu touch him or let him take a bath, now his body is dry and fresh, it should be wiped by Suiyu again.

But the legs are still uncomfortable.

"Yes." Chu Yan lowered his head in embarrassment and shame, and answered in a low voice.

Suiyu stood in front of him, "Then wash together." He said and started to take off his clothes automatically.

Chu Yan first saw the gracefully curved, beautiful and fair chest exposed in front of his eyes, tentatively stretched out his hand, and lightly poked the well-defined abdominal muscles.

Harder than his, more than his, better looking than his.

He likes it so much, he knows that he is the body of Qian Suiyu!

What the eyes see in broad daylight is much more intuitive and sensational than in the middle of the night.

Chu Yan stared blankly for a while.

It wasn't until he heard Sui Yu laughing and reaching out to peel off his clothes that he suddenly realized it.

Chu Yan shivered in frustration and threw himself into Suiyu's arms, wrapping his arms tightly around his narrow waist, refusing to raise his head.

Suiyu lifted him up, let him step on his instep, and led him to the bathtub.

When Chu Yan got up from the bathtub again, his legs became weaker.

Suiyu is not human, and he can go to heaven with one hand.

Chu Yan couldn't make lunch for the two of them even if he wanted to, it was brought over by Suiyu.

"A Sui, aren't you going to the company today?" Chu Yan said while biting his chopsticks.

Chewing his food casually, he glanced at him, "Don't bite the chopsticks." He tapped the back of Chu Yan's hand and said.

"I'll stay with you at home in the afternoon."

Chu Yan raised his eyes, startled by the sudden benefits, he frowned slightly and said, "I seem to have work in the afternoon."

In fact, he didn't remember his work schedule either, but it was true to say that now.

"Your assistant called just now, and you were still asleep, so I answered it for you." Suiyu said slowly.

"Huh?" Chu Yan was a little nervous, afraid that Tang Congwu's words would be seen by him.

Suiyu looked at him, wiped his mouth elegantly and dignifiedly with a tissue, and folded the used place in half. Then, while Chu Yan was watching him, he said softly, "Eat first."

Chu Yan pursed his lips, but he didn't dare to protest, and silently lowered his head, trying to bury his face in the rice bowl.

"The face is almost touching the bowl." Suiyu Wensheng reminded him.

Chu Yan straightened up, held the bowl in his hand, and stuffed vegetables into his mouth angrily.

Sui Yu used serving chopsticks to pick up two pieces of sweet and sour short ribs for him, "Eat more meat."

Chu Yan looked at the sinful short ribs with oily and sugary water on the rice, and frowned, "I just ate a piece."

"Eat two more yuan." Sui Yu said without hesitation, looking at the half bowl of rice left in his bowl.

"I'm full." Chu Yan was still not happy.

He was forced by Suiyu to eat a lot of meat and rice for dinner last night. After he got up, he weighed himself, and he was six taels heavier than yesterday morning.

"Sui Chuchu." Sui Yu's voice sank.

Chu Yan was unhappy, just very unhappy, he found Suiyu very annoying.

When Tang Cong arrived at Nanqiao Biewan, he saw Suiyu who opened the door for him, and he bowed in shock.

"Good afternoon Mr. Sui."

Chu Yan looked at him across half of the living room, pursing his lips, Tang Cong, a worthless man.

"May I ask Mr. Sui, where is Brother Yan?" Tang Cong asked respectfully.

"I'm here." Chu Yan said speechlessly.

When Tang followed the sound and looked over, Chu Yan gave him a hard look.

Tang Cong touched the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience, and walked over slowly. When he saw the half bowl of rice left in Chu Yan's bowl, and the four or five small ribs piled up on the small plate in front of the bowl, he really ate it. Surprised.

"Brother Yan, you," he thought about the words he would not be scolded, "would you be overnourished?" He reminded in a low voice.

Chu Yan rolled his eyes, I still need you to say, don't I fucking know!

Tang Cong understood, silently moved to the side, and began to think about what fitness items to add to Chu Yan.

"Where is he overnourished?"

Unexpectedly, Suiyu came out of the kitchen with a coffee cup in his hand. He handed Tang Cong the coffee, then looked at the rice left in front of Chu Yan, frowned, "You just let him eat this little thing every day?"

Tang Cong was holding the coffee, and the words of thanks were stuck in his throat, so he quietly moved aside.

Hearing Suiyu's words, Chu Yan dared to shake his two-thirds full stomach to talk about things, and he didn't care whether the rice in the bowl was cold or not, he ate all the white rice in two or three strokes.

Suiyu served him another bowl of chicken soup mixed with meat.

Holding the bowl, Chu Yan raised his face, blinked at Sui Yu, and discussed with him, "A Sui, can I only drink half of it."

He really couldn't stand the soup with a layer of oil floating on it.

He didn't want to spend another half hour in the gym every day for this.

Suiyu didn't speak, but looked back at him calmly with black eyes.

Chu Yan knew that he couldn't do it, so he pursed his mouth, lowered his head and obediently took a small spoon and fed it into his mouth.

When Chu Yan finally finished his lunch, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Brother Yan, these are the scripts that were taken away yesterday." Tang Cong saw him coming, and handed over a stack of scripts.

He came here today mainly to deliver scripts.

As for work, Deng Jun said that since Suiyu was at home, he would give Chu Yan a vacation for these two days, and by the way, give him the vacation that Chu Yan said two days ago.

By the way, let Chu Yan ponder over the script at home.

Suiyu stood up, took the jade hairpin on the low table and handed it to Chu Yan.

Chu Yan put the script back into Tang Cong's arms, held the jade hairpin, and skillfully tied up Suiyu's hair.

"Okay." Chu Yan put the hairpin between Suiyu's dark hair and said softly.

Suiyu turned around, and he stepped forward on tiptoe again, helping to pin the naughty strands of hair falling from his forehead behind his ears.

Suiyu put his arms around his waist and let him toss around.

After Chu Yan finished, looking at the handsome young man in front of him, he raised his lips and smiled.

Young Master Moshang, Run Ruyu, is nothing more than that.

Tang Cong was stunned by the sidelines. He never thought that Suiyu would use hairpins to tie up his hair at home, and the key point was that Chu Yan could also tie it up.

Suiyu kissed the top of Chu Yan's head, "I have a meeting at 02:30, it may take a long time, please wait for me obediently, and then we will go home to see grandpa."

Chu Yan responded humbly.

Tang never held back and swallowed his saliva. When Chu Yan saw him, he said in a daze, "Mr. Sui is so gentle."

Chu Yan knocked on his forehead, "Fart!" He retorted in a low voice.

Tang Cong scratched his head, "That's my mistake." Whatever Father Yi Shi Chu said was right.

Chu Yan turned his head and stared at the stairs for three seconds. After making sure that Suiyu had gone to the study, he sat down lazily on the sofa, and as soon as he jumped up, he was bounced up.

He stretched out his legs on the low table in front of him, beckoning to Tang Cong like a gentleman, "Bring me the script."

Tang Cong groaned, and handed over the notebook.

Chu Yan flipped through the script in his hand.

"Let me play the forensic doctor?" He looked at the role written on it, "Or the male lead? Which idiot sent over the script, and Lao Deng still has the nerve to say that he screened it? Are you sure it's not box office poison?"

He turned back to the homepage to see who the director was, Zhang Zhongsheng?I don't know, I haven't heard of it.

Chu Yan threw the script to Tang Cong, "Look at it."

Tang Cong looked at the script that was thrown back, but he didn't dare to say it. He had read all four scripts last night, and he felt that this one was the most suitable for Chu Yan.

With Chu Yan's traffic status, to act in this suspenseful case-solving movie with sufficient budget and small production, the forensic doctor does not require much facial expressions of the characters.

As for those bloody things like autopsy and dissection, Chu Yan's courage is not a problem.

"Detective? I'll play the detective's assistant?" Chu Yan briefly read the script, frowning as he read, "Will you be able to laugh without talking?"

"Then he'll be a hammer assistant. He'll just be a writer and he'll be done. He can write whatever he wants."

Chu Yan threw the notebook to Tang Cong again.

"What is this?" Chu Yan twisted up a page and read the words on it, "He dropped the gun, looked at the other side, and said loudly, sorry?"

"What kind of **** plot is this?" Chu Yan pointed to the script for Tang Cong to read, "It doesn't say that he likes that person is bad, so what's wrong with him killing her after completing the mission? And he said sorry?"

"And the script actually says he's sorry with a cold face? Don't you need to cry?"

Looking at the confusing script, Chu Yan became suspicious of Deng Jun, "Is there something growing in Lao Deng's mind? What did you choose?"

Tang Cong took the thrown script again without saying a word.

Chu Yan picked up the last book in disgust and flipped through it. Tang Cong waited beside him for a long time, but he didn't see him throwing the script. When he looked up, he saw that Chu Yan was reading it with gusto, and he was still chanting along the lines above.

Soup suddenly had a bad feeling.

He knew what Chu Yan was reading. It was a youthful campus love drama with no brains, and it was an embarrassing blow of first love and friendship on campus. The plot was as smooth as running water.

The only thing to watch is probably the faces of the hero and heroine, the second and the second, the second and the third.

"Hey, this is a good book." After reading it, Chu Yan said to Tang Cong.

Tang Cong was startled, but said to him patiently, "Brother Yan, think about it again, this book has no splashes, and you will get scolded if you shoot it."

Deng Jun specifically greeted Tang Cong and asked him to choose one of the other three books. The reason why he put in the last book of Deng Jun was to highlight the excellence of the other three plays and how suitable they were for Chu Yan. .

Let him die of thinking about acting in a brainless drama.

As a result, now that Tang Cong was helping his forehead, Chu Yan still chose this book.

"Don't you think this road is tailor-made for me?" Chu Yan pointed to the column of people setting and said to Tang Cong, "A school bully who has a bad temper and poor academic performance."

He smoothed his hair, and looked at Tang Cong with his lips curled into a smile that was not a smile, and he felt like the school bully, I am your bully, all over his body.

Tang never could bear to look directly at him, so he tried his best to calmly persuade Chu Yan, "Brother Yan, do you think it's better to act with an iceberg face, or as a school bully with rich expressions?"

Chu Yan frowned, "Is this a question of whether it is good to act?" The more he said, his momentum gradually weakened, "I think this is suitable for me." He pointed to the last script and argued with Tang Cong.

Tang Cong lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Except this one, any other book is suitable for you."