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Ying Shuhuan's hands froze in mid-air for two to three seconds before slowly hugging Ji Yuan.

He hugged him very tightly, and he was afraid of hurting him, just like holding an expensive glass product, no matter how you put it, it doesn't feel right.

Afraid that he would fall if it was light, or that it would break him if it was too heavy.

Ying Shuhuan heard his own heartbeat, which was deafening.

Ji Yuan suddenly moved in his arms, Ying Shuhuan: "...?"

Then Ji Yuan suddenly pushed him away, "Um..."

He covered his mouth, his expression seemed to clear up for a moment, then he opened the door and ran to the bathroom.

After a while, there was an indistinct sound of vomiting from the bathroom.

At the elevator door, only Ying Shuhuan and Lu Juexing were left looking at each other.

Ying Shuhuan's expression was not good, his tone was not very good, and he said coldly, "You can go."

Lu Juexing refused to leave, and stepped out of the elevator: "I'm worried about Xiao Yuan..."

Xiao Yuan... Xiao Yuan...

Ying Shuhuan squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "It's very affectionate, what's your relationship with him?"

Lu Juexing hesitated for a moment: "Friend?" He smiled and said, "As a friend, it's understandable for me to care about Xiao Yuan? What about you, what is your status?"

Ying Shuhuan provocatively said, "Can't you see it?"

Lu Juexing was not polite when he spoke: "Oh? Seeing that Xiao Yuan slapped you quite hard, do you owe him money?"

"I owe your mother." Ying Shuhuan is too lazy to play sisterly love with Lu Juexing here. In the confrontation just a few minutes ago, both he and Lu Juexing could feel their disgust for each other. , pretend what?

Ying Shuhuan said directly: "Hurry up and get lost, do you hear me?"

Lu Juexing also lowered his face: "You don't seem to have the right to ask me to get out, right? This is not your home either? In my opinion, you should be the one who should get out, the unwelcome person, right?"

He looked at Ying Shuhuan's beaten half face with mocking eyes, which made Ying Shuhuan furious.

What are my qualifications?

I'm fucking Ji Yuan's husband!

--forward!

But the word "before" is too cheap to say.

Ying Shuhuan really couldn't find any suitable identity for Lu Juexing to get out of here immediately. He couldn't say that he was Ji Yuan's neighbor.

Although he is indeed...

Ying Shuhuan turned his head and entered the room, Ji Yuan propped his hands on the edge of the sink, forced himself to rinse his mouth and wash his face with sleepiness.

He leaned on the wall and walked out, his body was unstable, and he sat on the sofa and got himself a glass of water.

Half a cup was spilled on the table, Ying Shuhuan saw it, and quickly took out a napkin to wipe it off.

Lu Jue walked in and put Ji Yuan's coat on the sofa.

Ji Yuan glanced at Ying Shuhuan, then at Lu Juexing, and said slowly, "Why are you at my house?"

Lu Juexing: "You drank too much, I'll take you home. Hmm... But I don't know why Mr. Ying is at your house... He seems a little unhappy when he sees me?"

Ying Shuhuan cursed inwardly: Green tea bitch.

Ji Yuan shook his head slightly, Ying Shuhuan looked at Lu Juexing coldly: "Did you say enough is enough, now you can get out."

Lu Juexing didn't even look at him, he squatted down and asked Ji Yuan, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ying Shuhuan was like a furry cat, directly dragging Ji Yuan into his arms, Ji Yuan almost vomited for the second time after being tormented by him, Ying Shuhuan stared at Lu Juexing and scolded: "You are sick! What are you talking about so close to?"

Ji Yuan put his hand on Ying Shuhuan's face and pushed him away.

Lu Juexing said: "Originally, I planned to send Xiao Yuan home, but now I have changed my mind. A dangerous person like Mr. Ying is at Xiao Yuan's house. I am really worried about letting Xiao Yuan sleep alone."

Ying Shu Huan said in a huff: "Do you fucking understand people's language—"

Ji Yuan got a headache from the noise, and said impatiently: "Get out!"

He looked really tired, so he fell asleep on the sofa and said in a low voice, "Go away...Gu is going to sleep...Yang Ninghai, pour a glass of water for Gu..."

Yang Ninghai?

Lu Juexing couldn't help but laugh, isn't this the famous chief eunuch of Da Zhou?

It seems that Ji Yuan is really drunk, but he is a little more cute than usual, so cute?

Ying Shuhuan couldn't bear to disturb Ji Yuan, so he stood up and stared at Lu Juexing.

In the next second, Ying Shuhuan fiercely grabbed Lu Juexing's arm, dragged him to the door, and then slammed him away.

He also closed Ji Yuan's door by the way.

"Can you get out now?" Ying Shuhuan's tone was as cold as ice.

Lu Juexing replied with the same tone: "I won't leave until I'm sure you're leaving."

Ying Shuhuan opened the elevator and walked in.

Lu Juexing looked at Ying Shuhuan vigilantly, as if he was sure that he was leaving, and then walked into the elevator.

In the narrow space, the air was almost suffocating.

On the third floor, a girl who was talking to a friend was standing outside waiting for the elevator.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the girl looked up: "I told you, you just ask the support club for tickets, and you just say you have a camera to go to the front line to take pictures..."

The eyes of Lu Juexing and Ying Shuhuan fell on her at the same time.

The girl opened her mouth wide and was as quiet as death.

Ying Shuhuan said angrily, "Go up the elevator?"

Lu Juexing smiled: "We are going down the elevator."

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The elevator door slowly closed.

The voice of the girl friend: Hey, why don't you talk?

The girl felt like she was being electrified, she came back to her senses, and maintained an expression that had been struck by lightning: "Just now... I seem to have... hallucinated..."

Otherwise, how could you see Ying Shuhuan and Lu Juexing in the same frame in the elevator?

It must be because I drank too much last night and I haven’t woken up yet, right, right...it must be like this...it must be like this...

The girl floated away like a fugue...

Ying Shuhuan walked out of the gate of the community, and Lu Juexing was also about to drive away. Before leaving, he deliberately waited for a while, fearing that Ying Shuhuan would go back to harass Ji Yuan again.

He thought that Ji Yuan's doors were closed, and the security of the community was good, so Ying Shuhuan would not be easily allowed to get his way, so he got into the car with confidence.

As soon as Lu Juexing left, Ying Shuhuan rolled his eyes at the tail of Lu Juexing's car, and gave him a middle finger: "You idiot. You live in the community, okay?"

Then he turned his head quickly, walked back to the community swaggeringly, and got on the elevator.

After this incident, Ying Shuhuan was [-]% sure that Lu Juexing was definitely interested in Ji Yuan.

Just like him, he also likes Ji Yuan.

Damn it, Lu Juexing actually likes men?

Fuck, I fucking bought a marketing account to give him full exposure!

… No wonder he spent a night in a hotel with a certain female celebrity a few years ago, but he was not at all worried that the female celebrity would create scandals and slander him.

Co-author He is not interested in women at all!

No, not even exposing him.

Ying Shuhuan patted himself on the cheek: Calm down, he likes Ji Yuan now, if it is exposed, what should this man do if he admits that he likes Ji Yuan... Wouldn't it still hurt Ji Yuan... …

"Ding——" the elevator sounded, and he had already returned to the door of Ji Yuan's room before he knew it.

Ying Shuhuan remembered that his hangover soup was still in the house, so he went back to the house first, then turned over from the balcony to Ji Yuan's house.

Huh——Fortunately, Ji Yuan didn't lock the balcony door. He opened the glass door, walked through the living room silently, opened the door, returned to his room to serve sober soup, and then put the soup on the coffee table in Ji Yuan's living room.

Ji Yuan didn't sleep well, and his brows were deeply frowned, as if he couldn't be redeemed in his dreams.

Ying Shuhuan squatted down, smoothed Ji Yuan's brows carefully, thinking in his heart: What is he worrying about?

Always with a serious face and a serious smile, although he is not as timid and restrained as before, he seems to talk less than before...

"Ji Yuan..." He murmured subconsciously.

Ji Yuan moved his body and opened his eyes.

Ying Shuhuan was very close to him, he didn't expect that Ji Yuan would be awakened by such a small movement.

He took a step back subconsciously, and smiled awkwardly to cover up his mood just now: "I made you hangover soup, you can drink some."

Ji Yuan sat up from the sofa, his eyes still a little confused.

Ying Shuhuan brought him the hangover soup, but he pushed it away.

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Ying Shuhuan put his hands on the sofa on both sides of Ji Yuan's thighs, although he was half kneeling on the ground, slightly lower than Ji Yuan, but he firmly controlled Ji Yuan in his arms.

"Ji Yuan, I want to ask you something."

Ji Yuan's eyeballs moved, and he looked at him lightly.

His eyes were as dark as a deep pool, Ying Shuhuan looked at it and felt that his soul would be pulled into this deep pool.

"When I fell into the water when I was a child, the person who saved me was not Ji Xi, but you, right?" Ying Shuhuan looked at him deeply.

Ji Yuan's sluggish brain reacted for a while before he spoke: "...No."

It wasn't him who saved it, he managed to find a trace of clarity from the depths of his memory, it was the original Ji Yuan who saved it...it has nothing to do with him...

Ying Shuhuan looked lonely, and laughed at himself: "I know you won't forgive me. I just... I just want to ask you to give me a chance to make amends to you."

Ji Yuan was dazed and looked at him: "You don't need to make amends to me, because I really didn't save you... The person you wanted to make amends is dead now..."

Ying Shuhuan was sullen: "Don't be like this."

In his opinion, what Ji Yuan said meant that Ji Yuan, who used to like Ying Shuhuan, was dead.

Lin Pinru Niu Hulu, who is now reborn, doesn't like Ying Shuhuan Ji Yuan at all.

Ying Shuhuan had probably never tasted this kind of uncomfortable and embarrassing feeling.

I want to use all my goodness to compensate Ji Yuan, but Ji Yuan doesn't need his compensation at all.

He knows that what Ji Yuan wants most now is probably to leave him by himself and stop harassing him, it is best to stay as far away from him as possible - but this is the only bottom line that Ying Shuhuan will never agree to.

Ying Shuhuan didn't know that she would be so brazen before.

If someone told him a year ago that he would throw away all his self-esteem and face for a man, he would definitely beat him up on the spot until his mother didn't even recognize him.

But the world is so wonderful, Ying Shuhuan, he wants to live and die for a man right now, he doesn't want anything.

Ji Yuan's tactful refusal made him really painful, and now he even wants to cry under the covers.

It turns out that when I like someone, every move of that person involves my heart, even if I recall his past, it will make me extremely uncomfortable.

Ying Shuhuan squeezed out a bitter smile: "Okay, even if you don't want my atonement... then you should at least drink some hangover soup. If you sleep like this, you will have a headache tomorrow morning."

He handed the hangover soup to Ji Yuan's mouth, and gently rested his right hand on his chin, his beautiful eyes were flowing, staring closely at Ji Yuan's beautiful jawline.

Holding the glass, Ji Yuan swallowed the hangover soup in small sips.

His chin was delicate and small, his lips were soft and moist, and when he opened and closed, the dark hangover soup disappeared into the cracks of his lips bit by bit.

The little red mole had never been so eye-catching, Ying Shuhuan didn't look at it for a second, and forced his gaze away, staring at the trash can without moving.

As a result, the pale yellow corner of the trash can caught his attention.

The trash can in Ji Yuan's living room was very clean, and there were only some dry papers in it. When the paper was opened, there was a pale yellow conch with white pearls hanging on the bottom.

Following the discovery of the conch, Ying Shuhuan's heart began to beat violently again.

After drinking the hangover soup, Ji Yuan saw Ying Shuhuan pick up the conch from the trash can, and suddenly lost his temper, and directly rushed to Ying Shuhuan, with a hint of nervousness in his tone as if he had been discovered: "Give it back to me." !"

Ying Shuhuan hurriedly put the conch in his arms, and said nervously, "What do you give back? I found this in your trash can. You didn't want it. I picked it up!"

Ji Yuan's cheeks were slightly red, it was from the alcohol, he said: "I didn't want it. I want it again now, give it back, it's mine."

Ying Shuhuan: "No, you threw it all away, I picked it up, it's mine."

Just like a cat whose fighting spirit has been aroused by a cat teaser, Ji Yuan scratched the air with both hands for a moment.

But Ying Shuhuan relied on being a full head taller than him, and raised his hand to prevent him from catching him.

Then, in a fit of anger, Ji Yuan slapped the table hard, the coffee table shattered, the glass scattered all over the floor, and there was a huge noise with a clatter.

Ying Shuhuan was so frightened that his head went blank for a moment, he froze on the spot, his posture became stiff, and he didn't even dare to recover for a long time.

There was a deathly silence in the room.

Ying Shuhuan looked like an enemy!

He, Ji Yuan, he, just now, just now——

Pat pat pat pat smashed the coffee table? ? ?Tempered glass coffee table? ? ?

Ying Shuhuan was dumbfounded.

In such a daze, the conch was taken back by Ji Yuan.

He originally wanted to put it on the coffee table, but the coffee table was smashed by himself. Obviously, the emperor whose memory is not very good after being drunk was dull for a moment, and asked in doubt: "Where is my coffee table?"

Ying Shuhuan opened his mouth: "Ji, Ji Jiyuan..."

Ji Yuan's gaze was cold and swept across him.

Ying Shuhuan shuddered all over, and his tone became respectful: "You, how do you feel...Hand..."

Will such hard tempered glass cut his hand?

Ji Yuan was unhappy, hugged the conch, curled himself into a ball, fell on the sofa, and murmured: "Where is my coffee table..."

Ying Shuhuan didn't know how to deal with the scene in front of him. He first picked up the large piece of glass, and then Ji Yuan sat up straight again, staring at him with a bad expression: "You stole my glass?"

Ying Shuhuan: "...? I'll sweep it into the trash can, otherwise I'm afraid you will step on it at night."

Ji Yuan didn't know what he recalled, and he was furious, and stared at him fiercely: "You stole my glass, you dare to steal my things, you want to die."

Ying Shuhuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, knowing that Ji Yuan was drunk, he put down the glass: "Okay then, I won't take it anymore, then you can go back to the bedroom."

Ji Yuan didn't want to get up, Ying Shuhuan suddenly had an idea.

The thought made his blood boil, and he swore that he would have to risk his life to complete it.

Ying Shuhuan made enough mental preparations for herself, then bent down, put one hand on Ji Yuan's shoulder, and the other hand grabbed Ji Yuan's calf, and lifted Ji Yuan up from the sofa.

so light...

The first thought in Ying Shuhuan's head was lightness.

Light and light, as if there is no weight.

He carried Ji Yuan to the bedroom, and when he walked to the door of the bedroom, he suddenly felt a huge sense of reluctance.

Why is the distance from the living room to the bedroom so close? He really hoped that there would be thousands of kilometers in the middle of this road. His swollen heart told him that he could hold Ji Yuan for the rest of his life.

Ying Shuhuan waited for Ji Yuan to fall asleep before taking the conch out of his arms.

He was afraid that the sharp shells would cut him, so he put it on the head of his bed.

Ying Shuhuan went to the living room to pick up all the broken glass of the coffee table, replaying the scene of Ji Yuan smashing the tea table in his mind, with lingering fears in his heart.

Should it be said that the slap that Ji Yuan gave him just now was really merciful... Otherwise, the force with which he slapped the coffee table... would have blown his head off... But why did he slap himself?

Don't make him angry in the future...otherwise the end of today's coffee table will be the end of me in the future...

While thinking about it, he cleaned up the mess. Throwing the glass into the trash can would cut the trash bag, so Ying Shuhuan found a storage box to hold the glass.

After packing it, he took Ji Yuan's trash down with him. Ying Shuhuan bent down to lift the trash bag, and the paper inside rubbed against it, revealing some of Ji Yuan's handwriting.

Ying Shuhuan was stunned for a moment, recalling his previous thoughts...

A man's character can be changed...but not a man's handwriting...

He accidentally picked up a piece of paper and spread it out. Ji Yuan's handwriting is sharp and sharp.

Ying Shuhuan quickly took a photo, and threw the paper back into the trash can like a thief.

After finishing all this, he logged into Weibo and unfollowed Ji Xi.

Just half an hour later, the imperial guards found out that Ying Shuhuan had taken Guan Jixi. In an instant, there was an uproar in the fan circle.

In an instant, #应朱环走关智希# became the number one hot search.