shallow affection

There is a rest area at the exit of the banquet hall, where four or five sofas are placed, and a few pots of tall green plants are used to block off a slightly secluded space.

After the reception was over, Lu Yong and Fang Mingzhan came out of the hall side by side, chatting one after another.

"Wen Jiuhe is really a remarkable woman." In just a few minutes, Lu Yong had already chanted the name several times.

"You want to invest in her?"

Lu Yong nodded, feeling very excited: "Don't look at her as elegant and beautiful now, and she has a successful career. In fact, her family favors boys over girls. She went out to work before graduating from junior high school. It took a lot of hardships to achieve what she is today. Really. It’s so powerful, it hurts me to hear it.”

Fang Mingzhan poured cold water on him: "Investment is investment, don't get involved with emotions."

"I know." Lu Yong agreed indifferently, and suddenly asked, "Where's Jian Qingli? Isn't he with you?"

Fang Mingzhan shook his head. Before he could speak, he heard a shout from the rest area: "That, Jian Qingli's ex-boyfriend! Wait a minute!"

Lu Yong was startled, and stopped reflexively.After regaining consciousness, seeing Fang Mingzhan walking forward without looking back, he grabbed him, winked and said, "I was called you."

Fang Mingzhan frowned displeasedly, with an irritable expression on his face, he dawdled in place for a while, and finally went to the rest area.

"Jian Qingli is drunk, so I'll leave it to you." Xiang Tingzhou threw the burden to him, and ran away without stopping, explaining as he ran, "He lives in Unit 502, Building [-], Yunshuiyuan!"

Lu Yong sat on the sidelines, smiled gloatingly for a while, patted Fang Mingzhan on the shoulder and left, and said, "Fortunately, you didn't drive."

Jian Qingli sat slumped on the sofa, sunken deeply, her arms drooping naturally, her butt rubbed against the edge of the sofa, her two long legs were slightly separated, and her toes were touching the pillars of the coffee table opposite.His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, as if he was in a deep sleep, and his breathing was barely audible.Fang Mingzhan stood quietly, looking down at him from a height. After a while, he kicked Jian Qingli's calf: "Get up, don't pretend."

Jian Qingli groaned, propped up the sofa cushion with two limp arms, blinked her eyes a few times, opened them, saw that it was Fang Mingzhan, and closed them again. "I'm not pretending, I'm really dizzy." He said nasally.

"If I don't get up again, I'm leaving."

"Mr. Fang," Jian Qingli stretched out his right hand, persistently asked Fang Mingzhan for help, and even criticized him, "Why don't you know how to be compassionate and cherish jade?"

Fang Mingzhan let him raise his arms alone: ​​"What kind of fragrance and jade are you?"

Jian Qingli smiled sullenly with her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "I am Wenxiang Nephrite."

Fang Mingzhan had nothing to say for a while, so he had to bend down and hold his hand, pulling him up with all his strength.

Jian Qingli was a little bit drunk, although he was still speaking fluently, but he was trembling when he walked, Fang Mingzhan helped him out of the hotel, all the way, Jian Qingli stuck to his body, and his hot and sweet breath fell on the side of his neck.

Fang Mingzhan only drank a little wine, and his mind was abnormally clear, but he still called a substitute driver with a cautious attitude.He took a lot of effort to push Jian Qingli into the back seat, and then got in himself.

After the driver asked the address, he started the car. The whole process was quiet and professional.

"Let me lean on." Jian Qingli leaned on Fang Mingzhan's shoulder and yawned lazily.

"Jian Qingli," Fang Mingzhan couldn't bear it anymore, and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Jian Qingli's tongue was a bit weak, so she spoke very slowly, with a soft voice, "What's the matter, I'm popular, and it's not my fault that everyone asks me to drink."

The compartment was airtight, and after a while, Jian Qingli felt stuffy and lowered the window halfway.The cool wind in early spring blew away the smell of alcohol, he sniffed his nose, his misty eyes seemed to clear up, and asked suddenly: "Fang Mingzhan, do you know what my first impression of you was like?"

Fang Mingzhan said no, and made it clear that he didn't want to chat with him.Jian Qingli persevered, and said to herself, "It will be at the gate of Star of Hope Kindergarten. My mother will take me and the old man will take you."

Fang Mingzhan was impatient: "Children only have long-term memory after the age of five." The implication is that Jian Qingli is lying.

"But I really remember." Jian Qingli raised his head slightly, gave him a stubborn look, and then fell on Fang Mingzhan's shoulder again. "You're wearing a little blue shirt, with your hands behind your back, and you don't smile, you're so fierce."

Fang Mingzhan stared at the windshield, indifferent to his exclusive memory.Jian Qingli smiled for a while and asked, "What was your first impression of me?"

"No impression."

Jian Qingli let out an "oh" in disappointment, and said nothing for the rest of the journey.

In fact, Fang Mingzhan remembered.At that time, Jian Qingli was really an obedient and small one, wearing overalls, holding his mother's hand tightly, like a beautiful doll, but his eyes were very agile, moving around him lively and curiously.

After driving the car to Yunshuiyuan, the driver left.Fang Mingzhan got out of the car first, holding Jian Qingli's arm to get him out.Jian Qingli swayed for a while, barely supported the car body to stand firm, and said: "I can't walk, why don't you carry me back."

Fang Mingzhan stood with a firm heart.Jian Qingli took a few deep breaths, recovered a little, suddenly raised her head, and shouted to the sky: "Look! The moon."

Fang Mingzhan's patience was running out, and he really wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear it, so he suppressed his anger and asked, "Jian Qingli, are you really drunk or fake drunk?"

Jian Qingli didn't answer, but just looked at him pitifully, and said, you are an older brother, what's wrong with taking care of your younger brother.Fang Mingzhan finally compromised and escorted him home safely.Jian Qingli kicked off her shoes and burrowed into the bathroom reeking of alcohol, only to step on a puddle of water on the floor, slipping on the soles of her feet and almost falling.Fang Mingzhan followed and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Take a bath." Jian Qingli said vaguely.He leaned against the sink with his hips to support the weight of his body, then grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and threw it off forcefully.

Fang Mingzhan walked to the bathtub, leaned over to fill in the water, took a few more from the surrounding bottles and cans, and randomly added a little to the hot water.

Looking back after finishing his work, Jian Qingli's head was stuck in the collar of the sweater, and he was struggling in a disorderly manner. Because of his drunken arm weakness, he couldn't get it off for a long time. He might feel depressed and muttered something angrily.

Fang Mingzhan helped him take off his sweater, Jian Qingli was satisfied, puffed out his cheeks, and blew it all on Fang Mingzhan's face.His eyes were no longer as loose as they were in the hotel, they were slightly condensed, but his cheeks were still flushed and extremely beautiful.

He took off his pants by himself, revealing his half-hard little brother, hooked Fang Mingzhan's shoulder, and asked him if he wanted to come together.

"You make it yourself, I'm leaving."

"Don't go," Jian Qingli grabbed his hand, shook it lightly, said nothing more, but "stay with me" clearly appeared in his eyes.

He tried to drag Fang Mingzhan into the bathtub, but he didn't have enough strength after drinking too much, and Fang Mingzhan didn't cooperate, so he had to step in by himself.

The calm water surface was broken and there was a splashing sound, very slight, but disturbing in a quiet bathroom.

Jian Qingli leaned halfway in the bathtub, holding the edge of the bathtub with both hands, resting her chin on the back of her hands, looking at Fang Mingzhan with sad and focused eyes.After a long time, Fang Mingzhan was not sure if he was looking at himself.

"Do you want to have sex?" Jian Qingli moved a few times, causing a series of water sounds.

"Do not want to."

Jian Qingli smiled while holding her chin, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not sober now, and I will cooperate with any request you make."

"Why, if you're sober, you won't cooperate."

As Fang Mingzhan approached, a faint, indescribable smell filled Jian Qingli's nostrils.He took a sip, and suddenly became playful, stretched out his wet palm to press Ming Zhan's crotch, and rubbed it playfully.In an instant, there was a slap print on Fang Mingzhan's trousers.

Fang Mingzhan bent down, grabbed Jian Qingli's two arms, pulled him up from the bathtub, then pulled a towel from the shelf next to him, and roughly wiped the water droplets on his body.

During the whole process, Jian Qingli was laughing, putting her arms around Fang Mingzhan's neck, shaking and dodging occasionally, as if Fang Mingzhan was tickling him.

After drying off, Fang Mingzhan picked him up, hurried back to the bedroom, then let go of him readily, and threw Jian Qingli on the bed.Jian Qingli rolled over, his posture was heavy and lazy, he looked at Fang Mingzhan, and said without warning: "Song Jingyou is my college classmate."

Fang Mingzhan undressed with his back turned to him, without saying anything.

"At that time, a girl pursued him crazily, to the point of blocking people at the door of the dormitory and the toilet. He had no choice but to lie to the girl that he was gay, and asked me to be a shield."

Fang Mingzhan turned off the light and lay down on the other side of the big bed. In the darkness, Jian Qingli seemed to gain courage, and continued: "I have a good relationship with him, so I helped him a bit. The three of us had a meal and persuaded that one to leave Girl. I told you about it, and you were too busy looking for a job and probably forgot."

Fang Mingzhan did not forget.He remembers many things Jian Qingli said, even nonsense.He felt that his breathing became a little short, so he turned sideways and lay with his back to Jian Qingli.

"That day, at our house, I said that I had slept with him a long time ago. It was false, because..."

"Okay," Fang Mingzhan's voice was full of impatience and disgust, he interrupted Jian Qingli, "Sleep."

Jian Qingli bit her lower lip and lowered her voice in frustration.He knew that Song Jingyou was not actually what Fang Mingzhan cared about.

The two had their own concerns, but they also fell asleep in a daze.Although Jian Qingli was pretending to be drunk, after all, he drank a lot of wine and went to dream about Duke Zhou first.Fang Mingzhan woke up once in the middle of the night, feeling a little cold, but it turned out that Jian Qingli had reverted to his old ways and started grabbing the quilt again.

He tugged a few times and managed to get a corner, but he had no choice but to hug Jian Qingli from behind as before, sharing a little warmth.