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Duan Huichuan carried a thermos, stood outside Yan Yijun's gate and waited for a while, then he heard the sound of footsteps.

Before Yan Yijun invited him to stay for dinner, it was more likely that it was just an ordinary courtesy, and Duan Huichuan still felt a little bit sorry, not to mention that he did him a big favor just now, and he should reciprocate it in a reasonable way.

When the dark blue door opened for him again, he had to admit that it was one thing to reciprocate, but in his heart he was secretly looking forward to seeing Yan Yijun again.

Seeing him was the person outside the door, Yan Yijun's expression was obviously surprised, he pursed his lips, still not able to hold back the smile that quietly formed on the corners of his lips: "Why are you here at this time?"

"I'll be a courier for a while, and I'll deliver something to you." Duan Huichuan raised the thermos in his hand and smiled, "Won't you let me in?"

"Of course." Yan Yijun turned sideways with a smile, and calmly and gracefully gestured to invite him in.

Duan Huichuan put the soup pot on the dining table, looked at a table of simple meals that had not yet been served: "Excuse me for dinner?"

"No, it's just served." Yan Yijun watched the other party bring out a large bowl of fish soup from the thermos, and said slightly surprised, "You made this?"

The lid was lifted, and a steaming hot air mixed with a strong fragrance rushed towards his face. Duan Huichuan filled a small bowl for him, and said with a light smile, "I really want to say yes, but it's a pity that this is a gift of flowers to Buddha."

"Since you invite me to drink soup, you have to do it yourself to appear sincere." Yan Yijun joked.

"Me?" Duan Huichuan pointed at his nose exaggeratedly, "Unless you want to drink vermicelli in clear soup. Come and taste Bai Jian's cooking skills. Although this kid is a bit stupid, when it comes to cooking skills, I can't even keep up with flattering horses." Yes. Even Xiaochen's tricky mouth is full of praise."

Yan Yijun's eyebrows moved slightly, and he slowly stirred the fish soup with a spoon to blow off the rising heat, as if he inadvertently asked, "This assistant of yours...has been living in your house?"

"Yeah, when I first came here, I looked homeless. I looked at it very poorly, and there was an empty room on the left and right, so I gave him a place to live. I thought that the boy was fine-skinned and tender-skinned, and would live in him." I'm not used to it, but I didn't expect that my hands and feet are quite diligent, and it's rare among the young people who are full of high-spirited eyes and low-handedness."

The key is to cook delicious food, work hard and don't ask for a salary increase, Duan Huichuan drank the fish soup happily, and didn't realize that he was not a few years older than Bai Jian.

"That's true—" Yan Yijun paused for a moment, suppressed the strange feeling that was floating up, and said with a faint smile, "It's very rare."

"Drink it while it's hot, and it won't taste fresh when it cools down." Duan Huichuan urged indifferently.

He propped his cheeks, his eyes fell on the other party's dinner, and he couldn't help but have a strange thought: "Do you have a special hobby for knives? When you cut a steak with a knife, there is someone on the operating table." Is there a difference?"

Yan Yijun's hand holding the spoon paused slightly, and smiled: "I also use chopsticks, but... are you sure you want to know the feeling of cutting human flesh?"

Duan Huichuan glanced subtly at the steak that was about to lose its heat: "...Forget it."

"Actually, it's not as scary as you think, just like cutting pork." Yan Yijun looked at the other party's expression with interest, and couldn't help but tease him a little more.

Please change the subject, it's even scarier...

Duan Huichuan couldn't even drink the fish soup anymore, Yan Yijun was amused to see him fidgeting, seemed to think of something, his eyes moved slightly, and he poured half a glass of red wine for him slowly: "Have a taste?"

Duan Huichuan took a sip, he was never very keen on this kind of extravagant appetite unless it was necessary for entertainment, but it did not hinder his vision and taste: "The taste seems a bit special."

There is a slight sourness in the mouth, but it melts on the tip of the tongue and brings out endless sweetness. The sweet smell is rich and strong, as attractive as red makeup coming out of the bath. Just smelling it, you will almost be drunk.

Yan Yijun smiled slightly: "It's homemade wine. The ingredients used in the production method are not quite the same as those on the market."

This unique and secret red wine seems to suit his taste very much. Duan Huichuan took a few sips one after another lovingly, squinting his eyes half-closed in enjoyment, watching the other party's face that became more and more beautiful under the light and shadow, as if feeling the situation Compared with fine wine, it is even worse: "Is your family still in the red wine business?"

"That's not true, I just drink it myself." Seeing that he was drinking happily, Yan Yijun couldn't help but chuckled, "If you like it, I have a few bottles here for you to take back and taste."

Duan Huichuan felt that he was here to deliver soup, and it would be very impolite to ask for wine, but this wine was inexplicably alluring to him, just like catnip is to cats, so he had to smile embarrassedly: "Then I will It's disrespectful."

"You're welcome, it's not something expensive." Yan Yijun lowered his head and took a sip of the wine, taking advantage of the drooping eyes at this moment to hide the half-smile in his eyes.

"It doesn't feel like wine." Duan Huichuan smacked his lips and swirled the goblet. "What is it made of? It's so fragrant."

Yan Yijun finished his fish soup, took a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, and said with a secretive smile, "Secret."

Duan Huichuan was taken aback for a moment, muttered something in his mouth, and then continued to enjoy the wine intently while holding the wine glass, until his dark eyes were gradually stained with a thin layer of drunkenness.

Yan Yijun's side had already cut the steak that had been neglected for a long time into small pieces, and the remaining heat was just right for the mouth.

Unexpectedly, he forked a piece and sent it to Duan Huichuan's mouth. Looking at Shangyan Yijun's gentle and smiling eyes, he opened his mouth subconsciously and obediently, and put the beef into his mouth.

"..." After chewing for a few times, Duan Huichuan's alcohol-paralyzed brain realized something was wrong—was he being fed just now?

Forget it, who cares, he ate everything, can he still spit it out?And...it's delicious.

Duan Huichuan chewed the piece of meat despondently, only to feel that the meat was crispy and tender, the fire was just right, and it also faintly carried the unique aroma of the Yan family's secret red wine, which had a special flavor. Why is it so delicious, you wouldn’t put poppy shells in it, would you?”

"Why?" Yan Yijun laughed dumbly, pursed his lips and said reservedly, "Let's just think you're complimenting me. Then, do you want another piece?"

Duan Huichuan really wanted to tell him that he had already eaten it, and that this was Yan Yijun's dinner, so he didn't drink enough after running around, so could it be possible that he wanted to grab other people's food?Eating, drinking, and packing, what does that sound like?I came here to repay the favor, but the favor was not repaid, so I turned around and owed another ass.

Duan Huichuan seriously reflected on his bad behavior of pushing his nose on his face, and then said without hesitation: "Yes!"

Yan Yijun tried not to laugh out loud, but silently picked up another piece and handed it over.

No matter how thick-skinned Duan Huichuan was, he was too embarrassed to continue to enjoy the other party's food, so he took the fork and said, "I'll do it myself. You don't have to worry about me. If you eat yours, I'll just eat a piece."

Duan Huichuan, who redefines "one piece", his cheeks are bulging with meat, until he found that Yan Yijun was watching him eat with a smile, and then he suddenly realized that he had snatched everyone's fork , Is it impossible for people to grasp it with their hands?

"Ahem..." Duan Huichuan hurriedly put the fork back, thinking for a while whether he was not full for dinner, and then thinking that he probably drank too much, otherwise why would he even share a tableware with others? Out?

"Well, it's getting late, I should go back." Duan Huichuan was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might do something even more stupid, and he would be ashamed.He barely straightened up, walked towards the door with his drowsy head, "I'll go by myself, no need to see you off, no need to see you off."

"The door is at the other end, you're going the wrong way..." Yan Yijun helped his arm, reminding him dumbfounded.

"Ah? Oh..." Duan Huichuan blinked his out-of-focus eyes in confusion.When he was sober, he had a pair of deep and sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see everything, but now he was drunk with a thin blush at the end of his eyes, with a misty and gorgeous appearance, which made his stern eyebrows and eyes soft .

Yan Yijun had nothing to do with him in this state, his fingers holding on to the opponent's arm tightened, not knowing whether to send him home or hold him tighter.

On the contrary, Duan Huichuan still has a sliver of reason to worry about leaving, lest he take advantage of the alcohol to let loose, under the sultry moonlight, if he makes some untimely actions, it will not be beautiful...

Not beautiful... wait, where is it not beautiful?It's obviously very beautiful...

He stared at Yan Yijun's face in bewilderment, swaying along the road, leaning on Yan Yijun's body with most of his body weight, the soft moonlight seemed to cast a hazy veil on his face, Duan Huichuan wanted to take off the white veil and see people more clearly.

It's really tempting...

When the fingertips touched the cheeks, the touch felt like fat, smooth and moist, and Duan Huichuan felt itchy in his heart, wishing to pinch it a few more times.

Yan Yijun hugged the opponent's waist helplessly to prevent him from falling, and he had one hand free to grab the naughty claw and pull it off his cheek.

Thinking that he has been in a high position all the year round, has thunderous wrists, and his followers are all respectful and fearful under his prestige, but now he allows a drunk to hang on his body in an unseemly way, and he is almost helpless against him.

"Come down, walk well..."

"Huh? I have a good walk."

"Going the wrong way..."

In a short distance of more than ten meters, the two of them had walked out of the posture of a long march of thousands of miles.

When Bai Jian came to open the door, what she saw was her boss lying on top of Dr. Yan, holding a wine bottle in her arms, with a silly smile.

"What... what's the matter? Boss, is he alright?" It was rare to see the unknown side of the boss, who was always unpredictable. Bai Jian seemed to have discovered a new world, and began to watch inhumanely.

"We had a drink just now, Boss Duan was drunk." Yan Yijun explained succinctly, his right hand was still firmly wrapped around the other's waist, without any intention of letting go.

"Excuse me, Doctor Yan, leave it to me. I'll help the boss go back to his room to rest."

Bai Jian made a gesture to pick it up, but Yan Yijun pressed his hand lightly, and said with a faint smile: "This guy is drunk and restless, and he is very strong. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold him back. Let me do it. His room Where?"

"Uh, it's the last room on the second floor." Bai Jian pointed to the stairs.

Zhao Caiben dozed lazily in the cage, and woke up when he heard the sound. The fluffy bird head squeezed out of the cage. Seeing the funny drunk state of the owner, he fell down laughing in the cage with joy.

Leng Buding stretched out a hand slantingly, with five fingers slightly spread, and grabbed Zhao Cai's head lightly and accurately.

"Spicy chicken head." Duan Huichuan squinted his eyes and said drunkenly.

Lucky: "..."

Yan Yijun rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

Fearing that he would be made a companion with the old godmother to attract money, he was so stiff that he did not dare to move. He patiently rescued the poor bird head from the clutches of its master, and it took a lot of effort , finally sent the person into the bedroom and placed him on the bed.

The drunk man who was trapped in the bedding suddenly lost the desire to make trouble, stretched his body to enjoy the softness of stability, his restless hands and feet were calmed down, and he was at Yan Yijun's mercy.

Yan Yijun removed his shoes and socks, and covered his body with a thin blanket.Duan Huichuan's forehead was steamed with a fine layer of sweat from the alcohol, and the shallow crimson was like rouge blurred by water, spreading wantonly on his cheeks.

Yan Yijun sat on the edge of the bed and watched for a while, the smile on his lips was as light as frost.

The room was filled with silence again, the bright moonlight drew a clear boundary between light and dark on his face, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness.

After staring at him for quite a while, Yan Yijun got up slowly and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel to wipe his face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the bathroom door, a strong smell of medicine came unexpectedly, rushing to the tip of his nose.

All kinds of medicinal herbs and rare materials that Duan Huichuan stored were placed in the concealed medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and they were locked well on weekdays, but they couldn't lock the smell.

Yan Yijun's nose fluttered, and his eyebrows frowned a little.all these are……

He didn't stay inside for too long, closed the bathroom door, applied a wrung hot towel to Duan Huichuan's face, and wiped it carefully. When he wiped his forehead, there were two light red marks on the left and right. Yan Yijun's expression changed slightly as the parted bangs were revealed, and he stretched out his hand involuntarily to stroke the dry skin.

"Looks like it's almost time..."

His eyes followed the slightly cool fingers, along the forehead, slowly and focusedly traced the man's brows and eyes, his eyes became soft, and he was so attached that he was reluctant to move away.

It seems that too long, too long has passed, so long that I can't remember the last time I was so close, when was it.

Yan Yijun traced this face with his eyes, like a reunion after a long absence.After all, I couldn't help but caress the man's slightly parted lips like a superficial touch of water. There was a little damp heat from my fingertips, as if I could easily distinguish the fine lip lines.

When it was about to reach into the neckline, it was suddenly grabbed, and then it met two sharp eyes that pierced straight.

There was a trace of surprise in Yan Yijun's eyes, the grasped wrist did not struggle, and he lowered his eyes to meet his gaze calmly: "Are you awake?"

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