I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

The bright moonlight penetrated into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the whirring sound of the air conditioner brought a bit of coolness to this summer night.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and Cen Xiao just sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

While smoking a cigarette, he calmly recalled the last two words that Fu Zhun had said to him just now after he let go of him——

"I'll treat you as a drunk for the time being, and I don't care about you."

"It's not an example."

So in Fu Zhun's eyes, he did all those things to tease him when he was drunk?

Cen Xiao pinched the center of his brows, feeling powerless and irritable.

After he put out his cigarette, he got up and walked slowly towards the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the bathroom door diagonally opposite was also opened.

Fu Zhun came out of the bathroom and was wiping his hair with a towel. Seeing that he didn't rest in the bedroom but ran out instead, he paused and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Drink water." Cen Xiao replied without changing his expression.

Looking away from Fu Zhun, Cen Xiao turned around and walked unsteadily towards the stairs.

"Wait a while." Fu Zhun clicked his tongue softly, grabbed his arm, glanced past the bruise on Cen Xiao's forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Go back and wait, don't fall again later. "

After finishing speaking, he bypassed Cen Xiao and went downstairs to pour water for him.

Seeing him go downstairs, Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked towards the bedroom without saying a word.

When Fu Zhun poured water and came up, Cen Xiao's bedroom door was wide open.

There were still a few empty wine bottles scattered on the coffee table.

He paused, walked to the door, glanced at it, and knocked on the door symbolically: "Cen Xiao."

There seemed to be no one in the room, and Fu Zhun caught a glimpse of the frosted glass in the bathroom, thinking that Cen Xiao was in the bathroom.

So he went in and knocked on the bathroom door: "Will you put water on the bedside?"

As soon as the voice fell, the bedroom door behind him was suddenly closed.

Fu Zhun paused for a moment, then turned around and saw Cen Xiao lazily leaning against the wall behind the door and looking at him with his head tilted.

As if waiting for him for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that the blush on his cheeks seemed to be a little heavier than before, Fu Zhun frowned: "You drank again?"

"Yeah." Cen Xiao is not bad at drinking, and he can answer soberly after drinking: "I drank a little."

Fu Zhun couldn't figure out what he was up to now, so he could only sigh angrily: "Still drinking? Am I here to be your nanny?"

He put the water on the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and reached out to greet Cen Xiao: "Come here, let's talk."

Cen Xiao glanced at him nonchalantly, and walked over obediently without any rebuttal.

Then he sat on Fu Zhun's lap solemnly.

Fu Zhun: "...?"

"What are you doing?" Fu Zhun looked at him in astonishment, and squeezed out even this sentence.

"You didn't ask me to come here?" Cen Xiao lay drunkenly on his shoulders, as if he had no bones, and said calmly with his eyes closed: "Didn't I come here?"

Fu Zhun, who had always been lying a lot, was rendered speechless by Cen Xiao's words at this moment.

After being dumb for a while, he didn't push Cen Xiao away, but still asked angrily, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Cen Xiao felt that his meaning was already obvious.

He raised his head incredulously, and faced Fu Zhun face to face.

Wrapping his arms around Fu Zhun's neck, he drew closer to him, half-cast his eyes and said, "Can't you see?"

As soon as the words fell, he didn't care what Fu Zhun wanted to answer, so he leaned forward and covered Fu Zhun's lips.

This strange yet familiar aura came out of nowhere, Fu Zhun froze, suddenly not knowing where to put his hands.

In the end, it was Cen Xiao who sensed his helplessness, freed his hand to grab him, and put his hand on his waist.

"Why are you regressing in this respect?" Cen Xiao leaned back, left his lips, and looked at him amusedly, with a hint of knowingly teasing in his tone: "Didn't your former friends teach you?" ?”

"..."

"Aren't they okay?"

"..."

"I can do it without you." Panting lightly, Fu Zhun rolled his eyes, the corners of his lips were tense, and he looked unhappy when he was made a joke.

Seeing him like this, Cen Xiao found it very interesting.

It's like the lifeless black and white world has been splashed with messy paint.

It is obviously irregular and not harmonious, but it is the most vivid place in the whole world.

Probably because of the bad taste, Cen Xiao likes to watch Fu Zhun break the defense.

He bit Fu Zhun's ear tip, and said vaguely while biting, "Then Teacher Cen will teach you."

It was like a spark igniting a fuse. Fu Zhun was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly turned his back on the guest, lowering his head and biting Cen Xiao's Adam's apple.

A sudden tingling pain spread along the smooth neck, as if needle by needle was picking the nerves in the brain.

A low moan escaped involuntarily from his throat.

This low hum broke Fu Zhun's last trace of rationality.

He let go, picked up Cen Xiao and walked to the bed, leaning over to press down.

"I originally wanted to wait for you to wake up before talking about it." Fu Zhun whispered in his ear, "but I think you don't want to talk about it."

"What are you talking about?" Cen Xiao looked at him with half-opened eyes, with a hazy look between his brows and eyes.

With a chuckle, he took out the small box he bought at the convenience store just now from his trouser pocket, threw it to Fu Zhun, and said casually, "Do you have anything to talk about, Pao You?"

"..." After being hit on the head, Fu Zhun's eyes fell on the small box next to the bed, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and said a warning: "Cen Xiao."

"It's rude." Cen Xiao snorted softly, with a clearly cold face, but he could see a trace of a victor's smile in his eyes: "Brother."

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhun ignored him as if he had blocked this sentence, and just pushed open Cen Xiao's neckline, and bit his collarbone with his head buried in it.

For a moment, Fu Zhun inexplicably felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

He didn't know if drunkenness was contagious, but he felt a little drunk too.

Cen Xiao, who had always firmly believed that he was sober, was now in a trance.

If time goes back, Cen Xiao will probably still be like when Fu Zhun was drunk before, pulling his hair to make him get off of him.

But now he won't be like this.

He just wanted to really feel Fu Zhun's existence.

To fill up the blankness of his days and nights for the past eight years.

"Aya." While breathing, Cen Xiao closed his eyes and rubbed Fu Zhun's hair, whispering softly, "Is that you?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun paused, as if a little unhappy, and hummed softly, "Otherwise?"

"Who else do you want?"

Hearing his unique little princess tone, Cen Xiao smiled with his eyes closed, and tightened his arms around him.

Although neither of them had much experience, Fu Zhun obviously couldn't be as calm as Cen Xiao.

He is more like a theorist, as if he had seen a movie in his head, but in fact he dawdled for a long time and couldn't start.

In the end, it was Cen Xiao who pushed him away, turned over and held him down, jokingly said, "You don't know how?"

"You won't." The little princess was annoyed.

Seeing that his mouth was stiff, Cen Xiao laughed helplessly.

"How about it." Cen Xiao negotiated with him in a friendly voice: "Call me brother, I might consider helping you."

"You are dreaming." Fu Zhun was obviously ashamed of this address when he grew up.

He looked at Cen Xiao angrily, but there was a sense of grievance in his eyes.

Cen Xiao hated his look the most.

Sighing, he lowered his head and kissed his eyebrows, and went down bit by bit.

When the little kiss passed over his lips, Fu Zhun suddenly raised his hand to press the back of his neck, obviously wanting to keep him.

However, Cen Xiao ignored him and directly avoided his hand and continued.

Fu Zhun was lost for a while, opened his eyelids slightly, looked down at Cen Xiao, and said with a hint of complaint in his tone, "Brother."

Cen Xiao paused, and reluctantly raised his head to glance at him: "Were you too awkward just now to refuse to shout?"

Being teased all of a sudden, Fu Zhun felt a little annoyed inexplicably, he hummed softly and said nothing.

However, in the next moment, the tense string in Fu Zhun's mind broke instantly.

He was dumb for a while, with his arms resting on his eyes, and he began to whisper something incessantly.

Cen Xiao couldn't hear clearly, so he just raised his eyes to glance at him, and replied softly, "Yes."

It wasn't until Fu Zhun's voice became unspeakable that Cen Xiao let go as if he had collapsed.

He half-closed his eyes, lazily fell to the side, gasped for breath and did not speak.

Fu Zhun was absent-minded for a moment, and when he regained his strength, he got up and hugged him to his side: "Brother."

As if he wasn't tired enough, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss Cen Xiao, but Cen Xiao turned his head away.

This kiss only fell on Cen Xiao's cheek.

Fu Zhun raised his head, with displeasure in his eyes, and angrily said, "Why are you hiding from me?"

Hearing this, Cen Xiao paused, and said vaguely: "I haven't rinsed my mouth yet."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to push Fu Zhun away and get up to go to the bathroom.

However, Fu Zhun didn't give him this chance, and directly pressed him back, covering his lips without any explanation.

Cen Xiao struggled a few times but couldn't restrain him, he could only force his teeth open and let him gallop unscrupulously.

Cen Xiao's enlightenment education made him regret it a bit.

Because such a toss directly tossed most of the night.

In the end, Cen Xiao got annoyed when he heard Fu Zhun calling his brother: "Don't fucking call me."

"It's like crying out for a soul, wishing I could die?"

"Where do I have it?" Fu Zhun looked at him innocently, feeling wronged: "Didn't brother say it himself? If I call brother, you will serve me."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Now he can't wait to turn back time and shut up the one who speaks wild words.

"Brother." Seeing that he ignored him, Fu Zhun buried his head and rubbed against his neck again.

Obviously just now he was swearing to death that he refused to speak, but now it seems that he is not tired of screaming, as if he wants to make up for what he hasn't called in the past eight years, and he said repeatedly: "Brother."

"It's so annoying to you." Cen Xiao's ears almost callused when he heard it.

With his eyes closed, he pushed Fu Zhun with the last of his strength, and his voice was hoarse: "I really... want nothing else to die."

Sometimes he feels that the acting skills he doesn't like are still a bit useful.

For example, now, relying on his superb acting skills, he could just tilt his head and pretend to be dead.

In the end, this really bluffed Fu Zhun, and almost scared him to call 120.

Seeing that he was about to lose face, Cen Xiao quickly stood up and stopped him, "I'm kidding, come back."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Seeing that he still had the energy to play tricks on himself, Fu Zhun suddenly sneered and said meaningfully: "Did I let you relax?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Resigned to his fate, he lay back, closed his eyes and turned his back to him, gave up struggling and said, "You can do whatever you want."

This angle is just right enough to see Cen Xiao's back.

The back that was originally smooth and unmarked is now covered with red marks.

Fu Zhun exhaled, and finally lay down on the back of Cen Xiao in a well-behaved manner, reaching out to wrap him in his arms.

She pecked his neck again and said softly, "Good night."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao was stunned for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he finally turned around slowly, stretched out his arms to hug him like Fu Zhun, and gave a soft "hmm": "See you tomorrow morning."

……

The next day, the two fell asleep until noon.

Cen Xiao, whose sleep quality was extremely poor, didn't even hear Sun Zuoqiao's serial calls this time.

In the end, Fu Zhun got up and hung up the phone in a daze.

Sun Zuoqiao had lost track of Cen Xiao since last night, and searched all possible places where he might appear, but could not find him.

While he had to deal with Meng Zhen's daily detailed interrogation, he was also in a hurry to find someone.

The whole person is about to collapse.

In the end, he asked Cen Qin side-by-side, and it occurred to him that maybe he should come here to have a look.

The result really made him discover the clues.

Cen Xiao usually parks at most one car in this yard, but today there are actually two cars parked.

Upon closer inspection, this flamboyant car is still very familiar.

After all, it is really rare to see a wine red sports car that is so flamboyant on the street.

Sun Zuoqiao recognized the owner of the car almost instantly.

After saying "It's over, it's over" several times in his heart, he hurried to the door to ring the doorbell.

Sure enough, it wasn't his boss who opened the door.

It was Mr. Fu who frightened him.

Fu Zhun leaned against the door in disheveled clothes, staring at him with sleepiness and irritability from being woken up: "What's the matter?"

"I..." Sun Zuoqiao looked at him in astonishment for a long while, and seeing his face getting darker, he replied hesitantly: "I'm looking for Brother Cen Xiao, is he here?"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Zhun suddenly looked at him like he was looking at a fool.

Sun Zuoqiao was really afraid that his next sentence would be something like "What do you think" or "Are you an idiot?"

Fortunately, Fu Zhun saved him some face.

He said succinctly: "Sleeping."

"Ah? It's past twelve o'clock, and you haven't gotten up yet?" Sun Zuoqiao complained subconsciously, and then his eyes accidentally passed over the red marks on Fu Zhun's neck.

It only took a moment to realize it, and Sun Zuoqiao immediately shut up.

Fu Zhun glanced at him, and seeing that Sun Zuoqiao seemed to understand, he hummed softly in satisfaction, and lifted his chin towards the sofa: "Sit down."

"Hey." Sun Zuoqiao nodded subconsciously, and sat down on the sofa obediently as if visiting someone else's house.

It wasn't until he sat down that he realized something was wrong.

Why does Mr. Fu look like a hero?

Isn't this his boss's house? !

He had the experience of helping Cen Xiao receive guests, but he had never been treated as a guest by Cen Xiao.

Is there something wrong with this way of entering the door?

Before he could figure it out, Mr. Fu who received him had already gone upstairs.

When Fu Zhun entered the room, Cen Xiao was already up.

He was brushing his teeth in a daze with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes reluctantly when he heard the door opening when Fu Zhun came back, rinsed his mouth and asked, "Who?"

"You little assistant." Fu Zhun yawned lazily.

He leaned forward and reached out to hug Cen Xiao, but Cen Xiao dodged away.

Fu Zhun was in a hurry, not in a good mood, squinting his eyes and said angrily, "Why are you avoiding me again?"

"Are you and your other friends so tired and crooked?" Cen Xiao raised his brows lightly, turned on the faucet to wash his face, and reminded: "Whatever your identity, you should keep the distance of your identity."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"No," Fu Zhun withdrew his hand helplessly and explained cautiously, "I don't know those messy people. I just wanted to annoy you yesterday."

"Then congratulations." Cen Xiao wiped off the drops of water on his face, and nodded solemnly: "I'm so mad."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Cen Xiao was really angry.

He asked Fu Zhun so seriously yesterday what he wanted, but Fu Zhun told him that he wanted to be friends with him.

What kind of ghost is speaking?

Not to mention that Cen Xiao never expected, even Fu Zhun himself didn't know why he was so angry at that time.

Cen Xiao has a feeling that he hates iron but not steel.

The pancake was all over his face, and he didn't know how to reach out to reach it. He had to be stuffed in his mouth to eat it.

Cen Xiao felt that Fu Zhun had to be taught a lesson.

Let him know what is dangerous in the world.

So when Sun Zuoqiao quietly pulled him aside and asked what was going on with him and Fu Zhun, Cen Xiao suddenly cleared his throat, and replied solemnly——

"It's just a cannon. Friends, it's not worth mentioning."

Sun Zuoqiao: "???"

After getting such an outrageous answer, Sun Zuoqiao was a little confused.

He went to discuss the emergency public relations plan with Fu Zhun in an unbelievable way: "Mr. Fu, I have to say hello to you in advance, because the relationship between you and our brother Cen Xiao is too special. If you are photographed by paparazzi or meet some For other emergencies, I hope you can cooperate with us in taking measures."

"Cooperate with what?" Fu Zhun asked absent-mindedly while peeking at Cen Xiao who was on the phone by the window.

"Actually, it's not difficult." Sun Zuoqiao scratched his head, "It's not nice to talk about your friendship, so we hope you can say it to the outside world..."

"Wait." Fu Zhun finally came back to his senses and noticed something wrong in his words: "What relationship do I have with him?"

"Pao..." As soon as he uttered a word, he saw that Fu Zhun's face became more and more ugly.

Sun Zuoqiao swallowed, and managed to squeeze out the last word under great pressure: "Friend."

When speaking, he still did not forget to wink wildly in Cen Xiao's direction.

As if reminding Fu Zhun——

This is what he said, not what I said!

Don't rely on me!

Fu Zhun: "..."

After being dumb for a while, Fu Zhun leaned powerlessly on the sofa with a look of lovelessness.

If he had to describe his mood at the moment, there were only two words - regret.

I regret it now, very much.