After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

As soon as this thought appeared, it quickly occupied Lin Huaiyun's brain.

He moved the stool and leaned over to the window to look.

Qiao Ying was holding the window glass with both hands on it. The city lights were reflected on the river surface, making it a halo, which was brought into his eyes, and even the pupils were reflected in brilliance.

"Qiao Ying?" Lin Huaiyun held his breath slightly and called his name softly.

The latter turned his head back, with clear doubts on his face, and hummed a rising "um" from his nasal cavity.

Lin Huaiyun slowed down and asked, "Are you..."

He paused, originally wanted to ask Qiao Ying if he drank too much, but thought that most people who drank too much would not admit it, so he changed the question.

"How many bottles of wine did you drink?"

Qiao Ying frowned and thought for a while, then asked puzzled, "What wine?"

This is really drunk, Lin Huaiyun thought to himself.

Both of them moved to the window, and after a long time, the others noticed something was wrong.

Chen Niannian tentatively said, "Brother Qiao, what are you doing there?"

Qiao Ying didn't look back, as if she didn't hear, she continued to poke the window glass with her head down.

Lin Huaiyun looked up and answered for him, "He's drunk."

Chen Niannian said "ah" and said in surprise, "Brother Qiao is drunk?" She got up and walked over, "Are you very drunk? Let me see."

She yelled a few times behind Qiao Ying, but the latter remained indifferent, only staring at the night scene outside the window.

Chen Niannian was stunned, "Then... how to take him back now, do you need me to call Sister Wu and ask?"

Lin Huaiyun said warmly: "You haven't finished eating, why don't I take him back first."

"Is this convenient? Will it be too troublesome to Lin Yingdi, Brother Qiao, he should be quite quiet when he is drunk."

Lin Huaiyun glanced at Qiao Ying from the corner of his eye, the itch in his heart was bubbling, and he said with a smile, "No, then I'll take him back first, you can eat slowly."

He turned around, moved closer to Qiao Ying, and whispered, "Qiao Ying, can you stand up? Let's go back to the hotel."

Chen Niannian called Brother Qiao, but he didn't respond. Lin Huaiyun called his full name, and he responded a little slowly. He looked back at Lin Huaiyun, and then nodded obediently, "Okay, let's go back."

He got up and planned to go out, but was stopped by Lin Huaiyun. After putting on his hat, he took Qiao Ying's other hand and led him out.

When they came, they were walking and they were sober, but now they are returning the same way, one of them was drunk, Lin Huaiyun had no choice but to take a taxi.

When he reached out to stop the car on the side of the road, Qiao Ying obediently followed him.

When the taxi stopped, Lin Huaiyun opened the rear door and went back to call for someone, only to find that Qiao Ying had pulled out her phone at some point, and was squatting on the side of the road to send a voice message to someone.

"Well... I'm outside."

Lin Huaiyun has no interest in prying into other people's privacy. After listening to what he said, he glanced across the screen from the corner of his eye, and happened to catch a glimpse of the word "mentally retarded".

He didn't take it seriously, he just pulled Qiao Ying up from the ground and stuffed him into the car.

The taxi driver changed the brand name of the empty car. Lin Huaiyun told him the whole process of the hotel in a low voice. The driver didn't turn his head, gestured ok, and drove out as soon as he turned the steering wheel.

Lin Huaiyun paid attention to the drunk beside him, and couldn't help but look down. The more he looked, the more itchy his heart became.

Qiao Ying's wine taste is good, he didn't go crazy when he was drunk, on the contrary, he was very obedient, not much different from usual, but it happened that people could tell that he was drunk.

After getting in the car, he leaned obediently on the back seat of the car, his upper body curled up slightly, maybe he felt tired now, and his eyes were closed, his slender eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the eyelids, looking very obedient Shun, the usual indifference is almost gone.

The hotel is very close to the restaurant, Lin Huaiyun gave the fare and turned to call for someone.

He lowered his voice and yelled a few times, but Qiao Ying didn't respond, and seemed to be asleep.

Lin Huaiyun had no choice but to reach out and pushed his hand.

The latter closed his eyes, but frowned very slightly, and grabbed his wrist with his backhand, his posture was steady and ruthless, and he didn't hesitate at all.

Lin Huaiyun was slightly stunned.

The hand on his wrist didn't need much strength, he could release it with a light struggle. After Qiao Ying drank the wine, the temperature of his palm was also high, and the heat was conveyed.

Lin Huaiyun only felt that the touching piece of skin seemed to have been scalded, and subconsciously twitched back.

The hand was pulled out, and Qiao Yingren leaned over.

With a heavy shoulder, Lin Huaiyun sighed imperceptibly, and simply gave up the idea of ​​waking him up, reached out to support him, dragged him out of the car with half support and half embrace, entered the hotel and took the elevator.

In the middle of the journey, Qiao Ying was half asleep and half awake, and his steps were sloppy. He had to be supported by Lin Huaiyun to barely stop.

After getting out of the elevator, Lin Huaiyun moved forward with difficulty while thinking about how to wake him up.

"Qiao Ying, wake up, I'm in your room."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head and stopped.

There was a man standing at the door of Qiao Ying's room, with an uneasy expression on his face, low air pressure lingered all over his body, and the unruliness between his brows was so deep that it seemed to be carved into his bones.

It's Chu Yu.

He didn't know when he came over, but he had obviously been waiting here for a long time. Hearing the voice, he turned his head impatiently, and saw a passerby wearing a mask, holding a drunk in his arms who couldn't see his face clearly. It wasn't at all that he wanted to wait. The person turned around and went back with a lack of interest.

Lin Huaiyun saw his series of actions, and he knew that the other party did not recognize him.

Lin Huaiyun stood at the corner, holding Qiao Ying half in his arms. He pulled off the mask with one hand, raised his voice, and said politely, "Mr. Chu."

The voice and address were familiar, and Chu Yu was finally willing to condescend to look over.

He walked a few steps this way, glanced at the person in Lin Huaiyun's arms, smiled inexplicably, and said bluntly: "Young Master Lin is really very elegant, and he brought someone back from outside late at night."

Lin Huaiyun knew that he had misunderstood something, but strangely did not want to explain, nor did he want to tell him who the person in his arms was.

However, he didn't say anything, but Qiao Ying in his arms moved, revealing a small side of his face, which could be clearly seen under the light of the hotel corridor, enough for Chu Yu to see clearly.

With just one glance, Chu Yu exploded.

"Teacher Qiao?" He widened his eyes slightly and called out first.

Qiao Ying, who was drunk, didn't respond. Even when she heard a familiar voice, she only moved her body.

There was something wrong with his appearance, Chu Yu immediately stretched out his hand, pulled him out of Lin Huaiyun's arms, and fell into his arms.

He lowered his head to see how Qiao Ying still reacted when he was switched from one person's arms to another's.

Chu Yu's face darkened, and he raised his eyes and looked at Lin Huaiyun sharply, his voice was almost questioning, "What did you do to him, surnamed Lin?"

Lin Huaiyun's arms were suddenly empty, and his heart was also empty.

He was still smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes for the first time, and he couldn't tell why, and there was an imperceptible coolness in his voice.

"We went out for supper, he was drunk, I brought him back."

Whether intentionally or not, Lin Huaiyun concealed the existence of the three assistants and said "we".

His explanation was not enough to convince Chu Yu, if he hadn't smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Qiao Ying's body, he would not have let Lin Huaiyun go.

Chu Yu's face was sullen, he didn't even bother to pretend to be polite, and said coldly: "Qiao Ying is my fiancé, doesn't Young Master Lin think it's inappropriate to ask someone out late at night to get drunk and then bring him back?"

Lin Huaiyun didn't answer his words, instead, his eyes fell on Qiao Ying, and he repeated, "He's drunk."

His eyes were very cautious, and he could only see the worry and concern between normal friends, but Chu Yu was extremely uncomfortable, and blocked his sight with his hand.

"My fiancé, don't bother Young Master Lin."

He deliberately bit down on the word fiance, and the meaning of declaring sovereignty was clearly revealed.

Lin Huaiyun fell silent, the gentle smile on his face faded a lot, and he turned and went back to his room.

As soon as he left, Chu Yu couldn't hold on any longer, cursed in a low voice, and looked down carefully at Qiao Ying.

"Ms. Qiao...Ms. Qiao?"

He yelled so annoyingly that even though Qiao Ying fell asleep, he was woken up by his yelling like a ghost.

He raised half of his eyelids and glanced at Chu Yu, his brain paralyzed by alcohol was in chaos, and he called softly, "...Chu Yu, are you here?"

This voice was different from usual, it was a little soft, you had to get close to hear it clearly, the voice was softened by the wine, it sounded like a baby.

Chu Yu's breathing was stagnant, and his heart began to beat wildly, pounding his chest.

He had seen Qiao Ying drunk once before, but he didn't expect to see him again now.

Just like the previous time, Qiao Ying was very obedient when he was drunk, and suddenly became curious about the things he was accustomed to around him. After studying quietly by himself for a while, he would obediently close his eyes and go to sleep.

After her heartbeat accelerated for a while, Chu Yu came back to her senses and asked, "Mr. Qiao, where is the room card? I'll help you in."

Qiao Ying was very obedient, and said in a low voice, "In the pocket on the right, the phone and wallet are also there."

Chu Yu reached out his hand to feel for the room card in his pocket, and opened the room. After such a short time, Qiao Ying closed her eyes again in a daze.

Chu Yu inserted the room card into the card slot, bent down slightly, put one hand through Qiao Ying's knee, and the other hand through the back of his shoulder, and hugged him effortlessly.

Qiao Ying didn't respond, because of her posture, she curled up in his arms, resting her head on Chu Yu's chest, and was carried all the way into the room by him.

Chu Yu kicked the door shut, and waited until he put him down on the bed before turning on the light in the room.

Qiao Ying was placed at the end of the bed by him. As soon as she leaned against the mattress, she consciously adjusted her posture and fell asleep on her side, with the surrounding soft quilt sinking in.

Chu Yu cursed and went to the bathroom to get a handkerchief, wet it with warm water, carefully lifted him up, held him in his arms and wiped his face.

The wet handkerchief wiped across the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the eyes...and finally landed on the cheeks and lips.

Qiao Ying frowned uncomfortably, and shrank back, trying to avoid the touch of the handkerchief.

He muttered softly: "Itches..."

Chu Yu was more itchy than him, and his whole body was itchy.

He threw the handkerchief aside, looked down at Qiao Ying, suddenly got a little angry, and said, "Mr. Qiao, I came all the way to visit the class, and you actually went out to eat supper with others, and you were drunk."

He said, thinking of the scene he had seen before, Mr. Qiao, whom he was thinking of, was hugged by the bastard surnamed Lin, and he couldn't stop his anger from rising in his heart, and his teeth itched with hatred.

Before he saw that it was Qiao Ying, he made a nonchalant sarcasm.

The more Chu Yu thought about it, the angrier he became, and he lowered his head, but he happened to meet Qiao Ying's half-opened eyes, the cold light in them was gone, and he looked so soft that it was ridiculous.

He was startled and almost thought that Qiao Ying had woken up from the wine.

But Qiao Ying just stared at him for a while, then shook his head disapprovingly, lowered his head and said softly, "You're not him."

Chu Yu's ears were particularly sharp at this time, and he was keenly aware of something wrong, and asked, "Mr. Qiao, who are you talking about?"

Qiao Ying lowered her head and shook her head, and the same soft voice came out of the three characters.

"can not say."

Mentioning this person, Qiao Ying's complexion changed, and her attitude also became different. It can be seen how important this person is to him.

Chu Yu's heart tightened, all the previous thoughts disappeared, and his heart began to be sour.

He grabbed Qiao Ying's hand with a tough attitude, and asked, "Mr. Qiao, who are you calling?"

Qiao Ying looked up at him, opened her mouth, but said something else, "I'm thirsty, I want to drink water."

Chu Yu had no choice but to keep a cold face when he wanted to ask again, and went to pour a glass of water first.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Ying took the glass, pressed her lips to the rim of the glass, took a sip, then pushed it away with a frown.

"Don't want this, drink hot."

Chu Yu: "..."

With a stinky face, he took the glass away and poured another glass of warm boiled water.

Qiao Ying was satisfied now, hugging the glass, pecking at it in small sips, the hot air in the glass rose up, wet his eyelashes, making him look extra obedient.

After he finished drinking the water, Chu Yu could bear his temper, and asked almost coaxingly, repeating the question just now: "Mr. Qiao, who are you calling?"

Qiao Ying tilted her head, her face clearly confused, "Who?"

Chu Yu: "..."

The author has something to say: Chu Yu: When you are here, the people who brought you here will bring back wine... and so on.

Chu Yu (observing carefully): Damn, isn't this my Teacher Qiao? !

Chu Yu (face changed in a second): Let go of your dirty hands, you bastard! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

008: ...I seem to have heard three light slaps on the face.

Today, let Qiao Qiao, who is finally unconscious, come and show off his cuteness: jiu ovo?