Bai Yueguang always thinks she is a substitute

Yan Yao borrowed the puppet cat Tina, and carried it up to the CEO's office on the tenth floor.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I heard a female voice: a northern accent, clear and cold.

It was the one who answered Ji Zhuyi's call last time.

Yan Yao closed his eyes, hugged the cat and continued walking, but the woman came out from the corner tea room and bumped into Yan Yao face to face.

She stared straight at Yan Yao, and Yan Yao also put on a smile and stared back.

She is tall and slender, wearing a simple suit, her half-length hair is naturally loose, and there is light makeup on her face, not too heavy, but good-looking.

She nodded and passed Yan Yao.

Yan Yao looked calm, nodded, turned sideways, and walked into Ji Zhuyi's office.

"This cat is so cute."

A few days later, Yan Yao saw her again in the mall, along with a companion—Ji Zhuyi's mother.

Although Ji's mother expressed disapproval of their relationship at the beginning, Yan Yao still stepped forward to say hello.

"Aunt Ji, good afternoon."

Embarrassment appeared on Ji's mother's well-maintained face: "It's Xiaoyan, hello."

The girl held Ji's mother's hand and greeted her.

Yan Yao felt uncomfortable.

I don't know when Ji Zhuyi treated him better and better, he seemed to be out of temper.

He really wanted to question Ji Zhuyi, asking him "Do you have someone else?"

But it's too early, they are just a nurturing relationship now, and he has not yet obtained permission to interfere in the life of the other party.

Yan Yao suddenly felt a sense of defeat.Since Ji Zhuyi returned to China, he has been by his side all the time, he can sense the other party's faint feelings, but why is Ji Zhuyi unwilling to accept himself again?

Yan Yao bought a lot of wine to bring back to Ji Zhuyi's house, red, white, beer, everything.

He drank half a bottle of white wine, tilted his neck up and poured the red wine to his mouth, the wine stains flowed down his neck onto his shirt, and a deep red bloomed.Beer spilled a little on the table, and then a few empty wine bottles were thrown upside down.

Sit back and wait for the rabbit.

Ji Zhuyi opened the door, and the strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nose.

Yan Yao was sitting on the bay window, with his head resting on the lights of Wanjia, his shirt was wrinkled and stained with wine, his face was red from the smell of wine, and his eyes were still shining with water.

Ji Zhuyi was polite.

Not caring about it anymore, Ji Zhuyi knelt on one knee under the bay window, looking up at the "drunk" Yan Yao.

"Why do you drink so much?"

Yan Yao tilted his head and pouted, suddenly leaned over and put his arms around Ji Zhuyi's neck, hanging his upper body on him.

He pressed against Ji Zhuyi's ear, exhaling like blue: "I want it."

Yan Yao pushed Ji Zhuyi down, raised his waist and hips, and rubbed against Ji Zhuyi's upright body.Ji Zhuyi grabbed Yan Yao's waist and tried to press it down, but Yan Yao fought against him with his thin waist.

Yan Yao sat on his lower abdomen, leaned over and gnawed at his collarbone, and said vaguely, "A Yi, am I the only one for you?"

Ji Zhuyi arched his back, held his head in his hands, and took a brief kiss in such a tangled posture.

Instead, he turned over and put Yan Yao under him, taking the initiative.

While berating the people under him, he asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Yan Yao's words were shattered by the impact, and he yelled out intermittently: "You... you hurry up... only... me... um!"

Ji Zhuyi bumped deeply at once, and then pressed his whole body down, nose to nose, his voice low and hoarse: "Only you."

Yan Yao didn't hold back.

After cleaning, Ji Zhuyi went to the living room to clean up the mess without complaint. Yan Yao thought for a while, and followed him with trembling legs.

Ji Zhuyi was extremely gentle to the drunken Yan Yao, while bending down to pick up the wine bottle on the ground, he asked softly, "Yao Yao, what happened today?"

Yan Yao's alcohol went down, but the blush on his face was still there, and he continued to pretend to be drunk: "I saw my aunt in the mall."

He knelt down and said incoherently: "I called you, and a woman answered it. I saw her in your office...Auntie went shopping with her!"

He blinked his eyes with still wet eyelashes, staring at Ji Zhuyi's eyes: "Are you going to marry her?"

Ji Zhuyi looked into his eyes, eyes that Zeng could not see through no matter what, quietly opened the door to him, showing a little grievance.

Ji Zhuyi went back to the room, opened the cabinet with the combination lock, and there was a small velvet box inside.

Ji Zhuyi took out the ring inside and held it in front of Yan Yao's eyes.

"From the beginning to the end, the only one I love without interruption is you."

Yan Yao's heart was pounding, staring at the five-year-old ring, his heart was surging.

Ji Zhuyi finally said what he had been holding back for three...four years, and lay on the bed in a daze, unable to sleep.As soon as the seven o'clock alarm clock rang, Ji Zhuyi quickly pressed it to stop, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Yan Yao was embarrassed, he also didn't sleep all night, just waiting for the alarm clock to "wake him up".

Too bad, I have to keep pretending to be asleep.

Yan Yao had no choice but to continue playing the role of a hangover dutifully.

Ji Zhuyi went to the living room to call his own mother.

"Mom, who did you go shopping with yesterday?"

"Aunt Zhang, what's the matter?"

"No, there are others... Zhang Ying?"

"How do you know?" The other side paused, "Son, you won't reconcile with...then who is it?"

"No. Have you eaten?"

"I ate."

"I didn't eat, I hung up, bye."