Maoyoufang

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, Tong Yuguang avoided the attention of Mingshi Fan and others and left the residence, and came to Nianyunxuan alone with a lamp.After hesitating for a long time, he knocked the door on the top of the bunk, not very loudly, if someone fell asleep, they would not be woken up.

"It seems to be asleep." Tong Yuguang turned and went down the steps, the door behind him was slightly open, Jiang Maoyou looked at him mysteriously with a candle, and muttered: "It's you. What are you doing here so late? "

"Can't sleep, I came here for some reason, thinking maybe you haven't fallen asleep yet."

"Hmm." Jiang Maoyou looked at him for a while, then smiled suddenly: "Sometimes I find that you can't tell lies. Come in and put the bolt on the door."

The front hall of Nianyunxuan was dark, so Jiang Maoyou didn't take him into the back room, but walked around the dark corridor. There was a brick carving on one wall, and the moonlight came in from the carved patterns, replacing the lights.There is a bright room in front of me, and I can vaguely see a large drawing paper hanging in it, and a man is painting with his back to the door.

Jiang Maoyou quickened his pace to enter the room, and said to the man, "Ah Qian, my friend is here."

"Friend? Who is it?" Shen Qian didn't turn his head.

"Friends of commoners."

"What commoner clothes──" Shen Qian glanced at it from the corner of his eye, saw that Tong Yuguang was admiring his unfinished painting, raised his eyebrows disapprovingly.

Tong Yuguang carefully examines the rice paper that almost covers the entire wall. Its texture is as thin as an egg membrane, as hard and clean as jade, thin and smooth, very much like the paper produced by Chengbingtang, which has a thousand-year lifespan.Shen Qian took a hairpin in his hand, and he didn't know what he was drawing on the paper with it. Tong Yuguang found chalk fine powder on the hanging paper rack, and said in surprise: "This powder book, are you making imitation paintings?"

Jiang Maoyou was adjusting the ink for Shen Qian, he raised his head and smiled like that, and said, "Have you guessed it again?"

Shen Qian answered: "Nonsense. He is not blind."

Fenben refers to the draft before painting, one is to punch holes in the ink line draft, and the other is to apply chalk powder or earth powder on the back of the drawing, and then trace the front with a sharp object, and draw the pen according to the remaining traces.

"This is Ji Hengzhi's picture of the three thousand rivers in Xiantang. I heard that some princes and nobles are looking for this painting, and they plan to pay tribute to the emperor. Then they will use it to seal the tomb and worship the sky, hoping to resolve the flood of the river for years." Jiang Maoyou said while busy. Using water and ink, he continued to explain: "The painting must have been burned. The Shen family is also a wealthy family. A Qian said that when he was young, he accidentally set fire to a warehouse in the family. The picture of Jianghe is hidden in it. Although it was a gift from the previous court, but now someone is inquiring about it. If it is reported that it was the Shen family who burned it, it may cause trouble, so Ah Qian plans to make another one."

Shen Qian frowned, and said, "With my ability, it's not difficult, and now those who have actually seen that painting are lying in coffins. Although I have cut off contact with my family long ago, someone has sent thousands of taels to find the painting."

The two of them looked at Tong Yuguang at the same time, and said with a wicked smile: "Boss Tong is also our accomplice now."

"That's right. You can't leak the news, or you will die together." Jiang Maoyou licked the nib of the pen, dipped the ink again and handed it to Shen Qian.Tong Yuguang was speechless, and simply sat and admired their imitation process. Although Jiang Maoyou's painting skills were not as good as Shen Qian's, he was good at using water and ink.

As dawn was approaching, Jiang Maoyou was urged by Shen Qian to rest aside, and fell asleep leaning against a wooden cabinet beside him, and Tong Yuguang took over as a painter and was summoned.After a while, Shen Qian took out the seal imitated by his colleagues and stamped it in satisfaction. Tong Yuguang let out a sigh of relief, and stepped back only to be overwhelmed by the magnificent picture of mountains and rivers.

"This is Xiantang Three Thousand Rivers..."

Shen Qian nodded, sat next to Jiang Maoyou and said, "Yes. You are the first to see it, and feel honored. It is almost exactly the same as the original work."

"Almost, so it's still different from the original work."

"The imitation must not be the same as the original." Shen Qian snorted contemptuously, turning Jiang Maoyou's head to lean on his shoulder, and took a clean cloth to wipe away the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Tong Yuguang noticed Shen Qian's movements and looked at the two of them suspiciously.There is an innate arrogance in Shen Qian's eyes, if Tong Yuguang is restrained and calm, then Shen Qian is wild and unruly.Shen Qian raised his chin and said: "In the eyes of people like us, not only must we be able to see what we want to draw, but we must also have the ability to hone our skills to draw it. Maoyou's eyes are clear and clear, because he has been outstanding since he was a child. Intuitively, you are very similar to him, but you are much more dangerous. The more reliable a person is, once he wants to sacrifice someone, that person will die without anyone noticing."

"I will not sacrifice anyone."

"Really?" Shen Qian joked and clarified: "Maoyou and I are just friends in common clothes. I think he cares about you in his heart, and he doesn't even feel it himself. Do you like him?"

"Painter Shen, what did you say..."

"It's okay, Maoyou fell asleep." Shen Qian suddenly pecked Jiang Maoyou's cheek, with a loud voice, provocatively said: "Look, I haven't woken up like this. You wanted to attack me just now, don't say you didn't, I won't miss it of."

"The average person wouldn't do something frivolous while their friend is asleep."

Shen Qian shrugged and said: "I usually don't know it, but I have heard something about you and Maoyou, Qin Siyuan said, so I will tell you frankly, I - I hate you very much." He said While hugging Jiang Maoyou's shoulders, he said in an intimate manner: "I like women, and I simply appreciate Maoyou. But even so, I don't want Maoyou to get close to you."

On the contrary, Tong Yuguang replied amusedly: "No one can control Jiang Maoyou, including you. He has his own ideas, doesn't he?"

"But I'm his friend, so I can influence him." Shen Qian said proudly, "I found a hot spring last winter. He, Fang Xue and Qin Siyuan were with me. Let's go to the hot spring together. Maoyou likes me very much. , I also like my master, he said that the person he hates the most in his life is you."

Tong Yuguang heaved a sigh of relief. He found that Shen Qian, a well-known painter in Jianghu, had such a childish personality. He originally wanted to compete with him, but now he was completely weak.Wait, what does he want to compete with Shen Qian?

Shen Qian changed his posture to hug someone, and deliberately told Tong Yuguang: "Maoyou, I'll take you back to the room to sleep. Qin Siyuan won't let you sit on the cold floor, huh?"

Jiang Maoyou was disturbed, rubbed his dazed eyes and looked at Tong Yuguang, and muttered in a slightly magnetic voice: "Hey, Tong Yuguang, you haven't left yet."

"Yeah. You go to bed first."

Jiang Maoyou turned around and asked Shen Qian, "Are you hungry after a busy night?"

Shen Qian replied happily: "I'm a little hungry."

"I want wontons. Let's eat."

"well."

Jiang Maoyou grabbed Tong Yuguang's sleeve at the same time. "Let's eat together, let's go."

Shen Qian saw that he glanced at the hand reflexively, and was sourly hostile to Tong Yuguang, and Jiang Maoyou was still half asleep and half awake, pulling the two of them out to find a shop to eat wontons.

Tong Yuguang ate a bowl of wonton noodles and left before paying. Jiang Maoyou chewed the food carefully and waved goodbye to him with one hand free.Shen Qian patted Jiang Maoyou's knee to draw his attention back, put the soup he didn't like into his soup bowl, and said, "Don't be so nice to him."

Jiang Maoyou smiled and said, "What are you doing? Jealous?"

"nonsense."

"Change your mantra, what nonsense is not nonsense, it is not nonsense to your ears."

Shen Qian scooped away a wonton from his bowl, and retorted: "If you can change it, you can change it sooner. You even pick on me, why don't you pick on him."

"Who?"

"Tong Yuguang."

Jiang Maoyou was full and refreshed, but he didn't reply to Shen Qian's words, but stood up suddenly and said, "Lao Qin is going to be hired early this morning, and I have to buy breakfast for Fang Xue. Boss, I want another bowl of noodles. Wrap me up."

"Maoyou."

Jiang Maoyou glanced at him with a smile, and urged, "Eat quickly, and tidy up the things in the hall."

"You like him. I hate him."

"Who said I like him."

"Hmph, you don't have to worry about losing money and money, just go and like it."

"A potential."

"Don't call me, I won't let you thank me, I've always cared about my friends."

"No...I called you to tell you, don't be a dick."

"Fuck you, Jiang Maoyou!"

Like children, two big men started chasing each other on the sparsely populated street early in the morning.

Shen Qian finally packed his things, Jiang Maoyou lazily leaned under the pine tree outside, yawned and waved his hands to watch him, he looked back, frowned and cursed him silently, Jiang Maoyou lowered his eyelids to make a face.

"Maoyou."

"What are you doing?"

Shen Qian was hesitant to speak, and he didn't know why he was sullen, so he said in a heavy tone, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah, let's go and don't fall." Jiang Maoyou kept waving his hands in front of him, chasing people away like small shrimps, and when they walked away, he said amusedly, "I don't know what to say, another idiot."

What Shen Qian didn't say was also nonsense, something that Qin Siyuan and the others knew well, but Jiang Maoyou didn't realize it.Why did he call his son Fangxue, because Jiang Maoyou felt guilty towards Fangchuan and Dou Xuemo in his heart, and named the shop Nianyun because Tong Yuguang was named Yunping.

What annoyed Shen Qian was that they all guessed it, and Tong Yuguang might know it too, but Jiang Maoyou was still stupidly not advancing or retreating. Sure enough, his head became dull after being in peace for a long time, right?

***

In the Yin Garden of Xuanmeng Mansion, Chinese and foreign people often come in and out. They hold banquets here or gather to discuss things.Jiang Maoyou's opponent during the tea fight in spring invited him to the banquet. Qin Siyuan took Jiang Fangxue to take care of him in the new house, and let Jiang Maoyou attend the banquet by himself.

Although Jiang Maoyou had to keep a low profile for some reason, he also had to dress decently. He picked out a whole set of clothes, first made of silk and satin, then wrapped around lighter clothes, and then found a simpler top to cover it.It happened that during the Chinese New Year, he bought some new clothes with his son, and he picked up the unused gentry belt, tied it up, and boarded Tong Yuguang's carriage.

Tong Yuguang was already waiting in the car, and when he saw Jiang Maoyou sitting on the opposite seat still straightening his clothes from time to time, he couldn't help teasing him: "You care more about your appearance than a girl."

"Isn't it? In case there are beautiful foreign women in the banquet, I can't lose face to the people of Dajin."

Tong Yuguang smiled lightly: "Even the people of the Jin Dynasty brought it up."

"Anyway, you were invited to go. Tongyun's business also sells wine, so will you import wine from abroad?"

"Yes. Not much, though."

"I've met Tihat Song a few times tonight, er, I mean I've met his wife a few times, it's a channel that can be opened with money, but I think you're more familiar with the relationship than I am, I won't give you random directions. I'm really sorry to give you a ride, I have nothing to return, why don't you tell me what painting you want, and I will let Shen Qian draw it."

"No need." Tong Yuguang was calm on the surface, but he was a little funny in his heart. If he discussed painting with Shen Qian again, Shen Qian would probably hate Jiang Maoyou along with him.

"How about I draw it for you."

"you?"

"Yes. It's purely for fun, heh." Jiang Maoyou raised his eyebrows and smiled strangely.

Tong Yuguang thought for a while and reminded him: "Foreign wine is different from Dajin shallow brewed water wine. It doesn't taste too spicy, but it's easy to get drunk. Follow me for a while, and I'll cover your glass for you. Just pretend to take a few sips."

Jiang Maoyou frowned and raised his lips, retorting reluctantly: "Do you still think I am a child? What is my background, I can't drink me, and why do you want me to stand behind you?"

"Maoyou, listen to me."

"How old am I, how old are you, why should I listen to you?"

"I'm 32. You should be twenty-four at the age of one." Tong Yuguang's lips were slightly curved into a shallow arc, looking at him tenderly.Jiang Maoyou suddenly narrowed his eyes to avoid looking at each other, with a stinky face, propped his hands on his cheeks and leaned against the car window, cursing in a low voice: "Relying on the old and selling the old, hum."

Jiang Maoyou was cursing, but his chest was beating non-stop.That kind of look was the same as it was eight years ago, but at that time it was only for Dou Xuemo, with an undisguised gentleness.Gathering up the courage to peek at Tong Yuguang again, Tong Yuguang had already returned to his usual calm expression and looked out the window at night.

look at me.Jiang Maoyou thought to himself, if he looked at him with that kind of gentle eyes a few more times, he...

"What's wrong?" Tong Yuguang realized that Jiang Maoyou was looking at him, and asked in confusion.

"No." Jiang Maoyou shook his head and smiled, secretly said: "It doesn't matter if you watch it a few more times."

The smell of wine is overflowing in the garden, and people from the acrobatic troupe are invited to perform literary and martial arts shows. Just a few people fighting fists are enough to stir up the atmosphere. Mingshi Fan has long been familiar with several shopping malls The people chatted over the cup, and when they saw Tong Yuguang appearing, they immediately drew back to meet him, then squinted at Jiang Maoyou, and greeted him in a non-warm way: "Boss Jiang, you are here too."

"Yes." The last time the blind date failed, Ming Shifan felt that something was wrong when he saw Tongdong's family and Jiang Maoyou returning to the banquet together. Recently, they always walk together. Ming Shifan felt that he was squeezed out, so his attitude towards Jiang Maoyou was inevitable. A little bit of a gap.

Jiang Maoyou didn't care, and he didn't have time to control what Manager Ming was thinking, because the person who invited him came over to chat and enthusiastically took Jiang Maoyou to drink.That man has distinctive features, tall and big, warm and cheerful, and very popular. He has admired Jiang Maoyou since the tea fight.

Jiang Maoyou looked back at Tong Yuguang who was chatting with others, amused why he cared, and smiled shyly.

"Brother Jiang, how much do you drink?"

"Not bad." Jiang Maoyou raised his head and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you exactly who your last name is."

"My surname is Hou, my first name is... Zi."

"Hou... huh." Jiang Maoyou hurriedly looked away, but still laughed out loud. The homonym of the name resembles a monkey, which is really funny.

"My mother is from Dajin. She went to sea with my grandfather to do business and met my father. Although I am not born and bred in Dajin, I am also a citizen of Dajin." Hou Zi took out a tall jade cup and poured wine I gave it to him and said: "The wine that was presented as a tribute this year is said to have a good reputation among the royal family. It has just come in. We will keep it for our own people or drinking friends to taste, so I invite you to taste it."

"It's so fragrant, so strong and fruity. The fragrance is not inferior to our flower wine."

"Take a shallow sip first, hold it in your throat before entering your throat. I specially prepared a lot of crushed ice to keep them at a fixed temperature, so that drinking is almost the most pleasant temperature."

Jiang Maoyou's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Hou Zi, this is really delicious."

Hou Zi scratched his head in embarrassment, and laughed, "Don't call me by my full name, just call me Azi."

"Hehe." He drank with a smile, drank a glass in no time, and asked Hou Zi for a drink with a bright smile.He looked at Hou Zi and thought he was an arrogant foreigner, but when Hou Zi was docile, he treated people very kindly, like a lazy bear.

Jiang Maoyou chatted with Hou Zi about the process of making this wine, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he looked a little drunk.At this moment, a few foreigners with pure blood came one after another. Their hair and pupils were very special in color. They came to Hou Zi. Hou Zi introduced to Jiang Maoyou: "They are also tea merchants. A batch of tea leaves for sale.”

"Hmm, hi hi." Jiang Maoyou smiled and greeted playfully. The men and women in foreign costumes looked back with a smile, but their faces were frivolous. know what to say.

Embarrassed, Hou Zi asked them a few words, and they replied that they thought Jiang Maoyou was just a child, but they didn't expect that even such a brat in Dajinli could be a tea merchant and began to hesitate whether to consign.Jiang Maoyou didn't understand, but he understood their contemptuous eyes, and deliberately smiled and asked: "A Zi, you translate, translate, what did they say?"

"They... say you look young..."

Jiang Maoyou sat upright slowly, took a sip of the jade cup that was shaking gently in his hand and put it down, and said with a charming smile: "Bastard, bastard."

Hou Zi was dumbfounded, Jiang Maoyou raised his chin and instructed: "Translate. Just say it's a pleasure to meet you." Hou Zi turned the photo, and those people didn't know what to respond to, it was probably a polite remark.

"Isn't it interesting to do business with the chicken-skinned, white-haired old monster? I don't understand what you guys are thinking, but Nianyunxuan won't hang out with you, let's have tea by myself." Jiang Maoyou said with a smile, the more ugly the words, the demeanor The more elegant and handsome.Hou Zi acted as a temporary interpreter and spoke ironically for Jiang Maoyou, but he couldn't stand it anymore, so he dismissed the businessmen hastily and complained to Jiang Maoyou slightly annoyed.

Jiang Maoyou then stuck out his tongue and smiled: "I'll give you a gift in exchange later, don't you want to collect a set of tea utensils? Don't be upset, it was their rudeness that offended me first. Besides, you did a good job just now, and they all left happily." Are you going?"

"I didn't expect you to be such a ghost."

Jiang Maoyou chuckled, raised his glass and poured wine, but when he looked up and was about to drink again, the wine glass was suddenly moved away by another hand that brushed from the side of his face.He frowned and looked back at him, only to find that it was Tong Yuguang.

"Maoyou, you drank too much."

"No." Jiang Maoyou approached Hou Zi, opened his eyes and asked, "A Zi, how much do you think I seem to be drinking?"

Hou Zi stared at him seriously, and replied, "Although I have never seen you drunk, your cheeks are starting to turn red."

"But I'm not drunk."

Hou Zi smiled wryly. "Usually that's what drunk people say."

Tong Yuguang and Hou Zi nodded to each other, Tong Yuguang picked up Jiang Maoyou's armpits with both hands, and asked, "Is there a place for people to rest in this garden?"

"Yes. But registration is required for overnight stays, not for short breaks."

"Hey, I haven't had enough to drink, so I won't go back." Jiang Maoyou sniffed his sleeve, thought with a straight face, and said, "It doesn't smell like wine."

"Brother Jiang, you should go find a place to rest with your friend, and play after you sober up."

Jiang Maoyou looked back at Tong Yuguang, with an expression of innocence and bewilderment unconsciously, Tong Yuguang lightly pressed his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Maoyou, you will lose your composure if you get too drunk, you just want to taste wine, I will drink more someday I'll give you a drink, that's all for tonight."

"Don't forget what you said."

"Um."

"Okay then. Hou Zi, drink tea next time, heh."

Tong Yuguang took Jiang Maoyou's hand and walked out of the building. Jiang Maoyou turned his head frequently and waved goodbye to Hou Zi, smiling so carelessly that he held Maoyou's hand even more firmly without knowing it.

They were in the banquet for less than an hour, Tong Yuguang sent Jiang Maoyou back to Nianyunxuan, when he passed the front hall, he found it was too quiet inside, and asked Maoyou: "Is there no one at home?"

"I won't abandon Fangxue, so let him go to Lao Qin. Anyway, he loves to cling to Lao Qin, Lao Qin dotes on him." Jiang Maoyou covered his mouth and yawned, and found that Tong Yuguang was still holding his left hand, and said Stare at yourself thoughtfully.

"Go to sleep."

"Hold me in to sleep." Jiang Maoyou smirked: "Punish you for blocking my drink, you have to carry me in to sleep. I am very heavy."

"I opened the car window just now to let you blow some wind, are you still drunk?"

"Forget it, I can sleep here." Jiang Maoyou said as he lay down beside the railing on the side of the corridor, there was some space to lean on, he made a gesture to lie down, suddenly his body lightened, and Tong Yuguang hugged him in time.

Tong Yuguang's face was still so gloomy and calm, Jiang Maoyou blinked to look at that stern and beautiful face carefully, laughed silently, and said to himself: "Why is this person born so pleasing to the eye, never tired of seeing him?"

"Where is your room?"

"Not far." Jiang Maoyou pointed the way, and returned to the bedroom in the blink of an eye.

Tong Yuguang put him on the bed, and as soon as he turned around, he was hugged around the waist, and then he heard Jiang Maoyou giggling and saying: "Hey, then you can't push me away."

"Don't play around, Maoyou."

"I hate you talking about love with Xue so nastyly. I didn't want you to love me like that. I just like it... um, huh... I just want to get close to you. Why can't you love me for a while... Otherwise, you will treat it as a dream, I really want to have a dream with you."

Tong Yuguang peeled off the pair of slender hands around his waist, turned around and pushed Jiang Maoyou back on the bed, frowned and said in a low voice, "Stop messing around."

Jiang Maoyou sniffed and sighed. "I should have known that Ah Zi got you drunk just now, you are paralyzed, I will hug you."

"Don't you hate me?" Tong Yuguang smiled helplessly.

"I hate it, but I also like it at the same time. I like your eyes, so beautiful. I also like your face. You can say that I am superficial. Who told your parents to make you so pleasing to my eyes..." Jiang Maoyou held both hands She touched Tong Yuguang's cheek, licked her lower lip, and pecked greedily on his cheek.

"Maoyou."

"Hmm. Don't call me, I'm distracted." Jiang Maoyou backed away slightly, and began to untie the belt around Tong Yuguang's waist. He took off his coat in no time, and untied Tong Yuguang's meticulously combed bun. Then he stared at him in admiration, and there was no movement for a long time.

Tong Yuguang didn't resist, and allowed himself to be undressed by hands. In addition to helplessness and a little trouble, those eyes were filled with something very soft, which shone endlessly hidden in the deeper pupils.

Jiang Maoyou slowly withdrew his gaze, and began to tear open his clothes, as if he was really drunk, the gentry belt could not be untied no matter what, so he simply let it hang loosely around his waist, loosened his clothes indiscriminately, the innermost silk was looming, It was a crotchless panty that only covered the legs and tied at the waist and calves.

"You've seen it." Jiang Maoyou lowered his head and muttered in a muffled voice, "You still laugh at me."

"I've never ridiculed it." It was an unwarranted charge, Maoyou's shadow had demonized Tong Yuguang.

"At the very least, I have to do it before I dislike it. I am not worse than others, or worse than Xue. I am just me, not the same as others. If you really want to dislike it, just, confirm it yourself, and do it when the time comes. It’s not good because I despise you.” Jiang Maoyou laughed stupidly again as he spoke, and murmured to the person behind his back: “I have too many knots in my heart. It’s all right, you can’t finish it, Tong Yuguang, take advantage of me regretting a little You go now. If you drink too much, you want to go crazy. I admit that I am a little drunk. You can go...Leave Xuanmeng Mansion, and pretend that I have never met me, and that I am dead."

Jiang Maoyou's voice faded away, and suddenly he was pulled over his shoulder, crushed by a kiss, embraced by Tong Yuguang's thick chest, he wished for a moment that he had never drunk alcohol, but he couldn't help it. close.

Like a dream, it was so real that the heart ached in an instant, and it was so blurry that it made people feel at a loss what to do, and suddenly had the urge to cry, Jiang Maoyou snorted choked up, trembling in Tong Yuguang's arms.

"I'm not..." Jiang Maoyou clenched his fists against his chest, choked up and said, "We all want to live after losing our love, but I'm not what's left of you, and you're not the only one I have. It was just my moment of absurdity." , don’t take it seriously. Tong Yuguang, I didn’t mean to tempt you maliciously, don’t be angry.”

Tong Yuguang seemed to be sighing, but he circled him more cautiously, and replied in a gentle voice: "You are not left over, I lost and found it, Maoyou, maybe you will never believe what I say and do, and you don't want to be right again." I am sincere, but I will treat you well and take care of you for the rest of my life.”

"Why." Jiang Maoyou looked at him suspiciously, as if he was insane from alcohol, he clenched his fist and thumped him hard on the heart.Tong Yuguang snorted, and heard Jiang Maoyou say dumbfoundedly: "This punch is for you to push me back. I am a person who holds grudges very much, and it was Mr. Lang who taught me to keep accounts. Even if I am drunk and stupid, I will not forget grudges. Hmph, Tong Yuguang, it’s you who don’t go to heaven if you have a way, but come to report if you have no way to hell...”

"yes."

"It's good to know. Don't talk to you, I'm sleepy." Regardless of the disheveled clothes of each other, Jiang Maoyou moved the pillows, lay down on his side, moved his lips slightly and hummed a few times, narrowed his eyes, showing a charming attitude.

Tong Yuguang's throat rolled, and he suppressed his voice and asked, "Maoyou, are you going to sleep like this?"

Jiang Maoyou opened his eyes, looked at him innocently, scanned the person from the beginning to the end, and gradually reacted, he grabbed Tong Yuguang's open skirt and threw a tantrum at him: "Sleep together, sleep comfortably. I'm drunk, you can't bully me, I hold a grudge. Hiccup."

The next day, Jiang Maoyou stared at the man next to the pillow and was speechless. He covered his red ears with his hands, and murmured hoarsely like a choked sparrow: "Should I recommend him the pillow seat? No. , It’s too cheap of me. I... I’m done, my brain is about to explode. Why don’t you push me away, why don’t you push me away? Are you also drunk and crazy with me?”

The most damning thing is that Jiang Maoyou has no memory of the process of being greedy and having fun last night!