I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Xue Lan didn't know what was on her mind, anyway, she didn't take Feng Ning back to the suburban villa where she usually lived, but drove directly to his long-term vacant apartment in the city center.

This apartment is located in a high-end residence that was developed in the past two years. The infrastructure and community landscaping are very complete, and it stands out from the crowd in the city center where every inch of land is expensive.But the fly in the ointment is that the management of the community is too strict, and the cars of all household heads can only drive into the fixed parking spaces in the underground parking lot.

The underground parking lot is not stingy at all and occupies an area of ​​every inch of land. There is at least a distance of more than 200 meters from Xue Lan's parking space to the elevator, upstairs, and then to the entrance door.

After Xue Lan parked the car and turned off the engine, she turned to look at Feng Ning, with a troubled look on her face.

The little quail in the back seat was not seen at all, and was already lying unconscious on the headrest.I don't know if I encountered some difficult things in my dream, but Junxiu's brows were tightly frowned.

Xue Lan opened the car door and gently pushed Feng Ning's arm with the back of her hand, but there was no response.

Pushing harder again, this time there was a response, but instead of opening his eyes, he turned his head away and continued to sleep, and curled up his whole body into a ball in an attempt to cover up, with two dissatisfied whimpers from his nasal cavity.

Xue Lan couldn't help laughing, and resolutely gave up the idea of ​​helping him up, reached out and took the spare thin coat she put on the co-pilot and wrapped it around Feng Ning's body, bent over and got into the car, holding him down again in my arms.

No matter how thin Feng Ning was, he was still a 180 cm young man with long legs and long arms.Fortunately, Xue Lan did not relax her daily fitness and muscle training, but it was still hard to hold him in her arms. After only a few steps, her breathing became obviously heavy.

But Xue Lan didn't show the slightest embarrassment on his face. He even slowed down on purpose and walked more steadily. He also moved his hands carefully, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would sleep uncomfortable.

Holding Feng Ning on the elevator, she returned to the apartment and walked into the master bedroom.

The kingsize bed in the middle of the bedroom is all brand new, all in a gray-blue ascetic style, and the material is worth a lot.

Xue Lan hesitated for a moment, but she didn't undo the two obtrusive buttons on Feng Ning's collar, and she didn't even take off his socks, so she put him in the middle of the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered him body.

Although no one lives in the huge apartment, the daily cleaning has never been lax.The interior is clean and tidy, luxurious and elegant, and the brand-new luxury brand furniture is all in black, white and gray, just like the exquisite but cold model room in the sales office.

At this moment, the little quail occupied the entire bed by itself, with only a small head exposed from under the quilt, rubbing against the pillow unceremoniously, its hair was fluffed up by static electricity, and its limbs changed into a more comfortable position. There was a strong smell of alcohol all over her body...

This soft and glutinous appearance is so incompatible with the ascetic air of the room that is almost frozen.

Xue Lan thought for a moment, then stretched out her hand to open the floor-to-ceiling window in order to dispel the smell of wine.He has never taken care of anyone, but fortunately Feng Ning is very obedient, he doesn't cry or make noise after getting drunk, and he doesn't go crazy with alcohol, so he is satisfied with a place where he can sleep.

Xue Lan touched Feng Ning's forehead, although it looked red, but luckily he didn't have a fever.He went to the bathroom and dug out a plastic basin that hadn't been used for a century and put it under the bed to prevent Feng Ning from throwing up in the middle of the night and finding nowhere to find it.Finally, a glass of boiled water was placed on the bedside.

After all this, Xue Lan felt that it was time for him to leave, to go back to the villa that he left in the afternoon, or at least to the next room.However, his legs didn't move at all, as if he couldn't control them.

The person on the bed suddenly turned over and mumbled something unconsciously. Xue Lan couldn't hear it clearly, so she leaned closer and asked softly, "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable there?"

Feng Ning didn't know who he saw in the dream, so he grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve, and coquettishly said in a soft and waxy tone that he had never had before: "Master... Master won't go, sleep with Ning Ning, okay?" ? With Ningning..."

Xue Lan: "...!"

After Feng Ning said this, he leaned on Xue Lan's arm and fell asleep again, holding a piece of sleeve tightly in his hand and not letting go.

Xue Lan didn't know if he really couldn't break free, or he didn't want to break free at all, anyway, half a minute later, his butt was sitting on the bed, next to Feng Ning.

The sky in August is like a child's face, the bright moon was clear just now, but now it looks like it's going to rain.The humid wind blows into the room and mixes with the smell of spirits, causing warm yellow and gentle ripples in the room.

After more than half an hour,

The person in the quilt finally let go of his hand. From Xue Lan's point of view, he should have slept soundly, but he didn't sleep soundly.As if to cover up something, he retracted his whole body into his own shadow. He had two completely different faces from the usual cheerful, optimistic, young boy in his prime.

Seeing Feng Ning's sleeping face, Xue Lan's heart tightened for no reason.Somehow, he remembered that day on the set, when he fell off the wire, Feng Ning looked at him from a distance through the crowd with clear eyes.

Xue Lan sat for a few more minutes, until Feng Ning slept soundlessly and took long breaths, then stood up, closed the window, and walked out lightly.

In the living room, Xue Lan took a deep breath, and dialed the phone number that was placed at the top of the phone's address book but was almost never called: "Go and find someone for me. Call, Feng Ning."

Feng Ning fell asleep until it was time to have lunch the next day. In a daze, he felt that he was being pushed with moderate force. He slowly opened his eyes, and found that the strange room was full of people. The sun is shining all over the place, it should be late.

The person who patted himself awake was tall and tall against the light.Feng Ning was in a daze, looked up along the slender hand, and saw the handsome but anxious face of its owner...

It seems to be, Xue Lan? !

Feng Ning subconsciously felt that he hadn't woken up from the dream, so he quickly closed his eyes forcefully, and then opened them carefully, but Xue Lan was still poking there... Feng Ning paused for a full minute before slowly returning his consciousness.

He drank too much last night, and now his mind is still chaotic, with only a few scattered memories, such as participating in a drinking party unwillingly, being drunk too much by a certain President Li, and accidentally bumping into Bai Min .

In the end, the relatively clear memory stayed - it seemed that he fell asleep in Xue Lan's car?

So, this is Xue Lan's place now?Is Xue Lan's bed sleeping under my buttocks?Xue Lan seems to be an onslaught who has been stamped by the author of the original work?

! ! ! !

Feng Ning lifted the quilt abruptly, dived in, and checked himself carefully—fortunately, although the clothes he wore last night were all wrinkled, they were barely considered Zhou Zheng, and there were no untucked and untied clothes. Take off traces.

Feng Ning heaved a sigh of relief, and then slowly remembered embarrassment.

He put down the quilt, sat up from the bed, faced Xue Lan who had been staring at him, and struggled to pull out a smiling face, his black and white eyes flickered a few times, but he didn't know what to say to him.

Xue Lan suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

Feng Ning: "..."

Is it really appropriate for you to greet me like this, a gay man and a widow living in a room together, lying on the bed in disheveled clothes?

Xue Lan turned to glance at the sun outside the window, "Aren't you hungry? It's already twelve noon."

"I..." Before Feng Ning could speak, his stomach let out a very cooperative cry.

Xue Lan didn't smile, but the upward curve of the corner of his mouth showed that he was in a good mood at the moment, "The bathroom in the room is on the left, clean up yourself, and then come out to eat, I'll wait for you in the living room."

Feng Ning was still in a state of not being sober after a hangover. He went to the toilet ignorantly, then brushed his teeth, washed his face, and took a shower. He didn't even think about it. All the toiletries in the bathroom were for one person. , What should Xue Lan do if he used the words.

Half an hour later, Xue Lan was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him.

There were several lunch boxes on the table, obviously just delivered from outside.However, the dishes looked very appetizing, full of color, fragrance and taste. At first glance, it was not a takeaway from a certain group, but probably a star-rated hotel that opened a delivery service.

This was the second time the two sat together for breakfast, and both times were on Xue Lan's territory.Last time it was a mistake, but this time, Feng Ning intuitively felt a hint of ambiguity.

Feng Ning was a little embarrassed, his eyes fell on the fish soup in the middle, wondering if he should raise his chopsticks.Xue Lan looked up at him, reached out and took a spoon to fill a bowl full of soup, and pushed it in front of Feng Ning, his movements were natural and skillful, as if he was used to it.

Then I started to eat on my own, without any politeness or humility.

Feng Ning originally wanted to be more reserved, but when he caught sight of the whitish fish maw lying in his bowl at the end of his eyes, his hands moved involuntarily, quickly peeled off the fishbone, put it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed , the action is done in one go.

Feng Ning took another mouthful of the soup and put it into his mouth. There was still half a piece of fish on the chopsticks, and he praised, "This soup is so fresh. How can you make it so delicious for takeaway?"

Xue Lan looked up at him, and didn't answer directly, but waited for him to swallow the soup in his mouth before calmly saying, "Because it's expensive."

The surrounding was quiet for a while, Feng Ning swallowed, and said sincerely, "Mr. Xue, I will definitely treat you to breakfast next time. The steamed stuffed bun shop at the entrance of the film and television city, you can eat whatever you want, as long as you are full."

Xue Lan: "..."

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of tableware colliding.

Xue Lan glanced at Feng Ning's hand twirling the ceramic spoon from the corner of his eye. It was white and slender, and moved very dexterously. Although he drank the soup very quickly, he didn't look rude at all. Effortless elegance...feminine.

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