Husband who is five years younger, he flirts again

It was very late, even though he was a migrant worker, he still had to save his life to work properly, right?

He Muyan was still sitting on the sofa in a daze, but Li Xiu was already tired from standing up, so he couldn't help calling softly: "Boss."

He Muyan didn't raise his head, and waved his hands: "You go back, sleep more tomorrow, don't rush to the company."

Li Xiu burst into tears: "Boss, don't wait too long, wash up and rest quickly, Mr. Song is an adult, nothing will happen, boss don't need to worry too much."

He Muyan said "um", "Go back."

Li Xiu rolled away gracefully.

A few minutes after he got out, He Muyan shifted his gaze to the phone on the coffee table again.

He picked up his phone and decided to try one last time.

After the phone was dialed, it rang four or five times, and just when he thought that no one would answer it and hang up automatically, he suddenly heard the sound of connecting.

"Hey, who is it?"

The voice on the other side was a little naive, not the same as usual, but it was indeed Song Li.

He Muyan's heart suddenly relaxed, and he subconsciously softened his voice: "It's me."

"You? Who are you?"

He Muyan paused, it wasn't his illusion, Song Li's current state was indeed a bit strange, it sounded like he was drunk.

He said patiently, "It's me, He Muyan."

"He Muyan, He Muyan..." The person opposite murmured and repeated twice, his voice was a bit sticky, and then he smirked: "Which one is He Muyan?"

Now He Muyan can really confirm that Song Li is drunk.

He Muyan clenched his fingers tightly: "Where are you, I'll pick you up."

"Ah?" Song Li said naively, "Who are you? I don't want you to pick me up. I'm still here, hiccup, still drinking..."

He Muyan breathed out: "Song Li."

This is the first time he has called Song Li's name in such a complete way. Perhaps his aura is too aggressive, and he can capture people even through a mobile phone. Song Li on the opposite side paused for two seconds, his voice was soft, grievance Baba told him his current address.

He Muyan softened again, and said softly, "Good boy."

He hung up the phone without delay, and drove directly to the address Song Li said.

Most of the restaurants were already closed at this point, and the izakaya they chose was open 24 hours, which was one of the reasons why Xu Shanshan chose this one. She knew that she might have to drink all night today.

After hanging up the phone, Song Li was still in a daze for a few seconds, Xu Shan flashed over and asked inarticulately, "Mr. Song, who, who is it?"

Song Li shook his dizzy head: "I don't know, he's so fierce..."

"Tch, crazy, dare to attack our teacher Song, ignore him, let's continue drinking."

Although Song Li was dizzy, he remembered what the man told him on the phone just now. He said that he would not let him drink any more, and told him to be good, and he would come to pick him up right away.

For some reason, he wanted to hear what the man had to say.

So he rejected Xu Shanshan's suggestion to let him drink again, leaned on the back of the chair, and sat obediently in a daze.

Song Li is very good when he is drunk, he never gets drunk, obedient and even a little dazed.

Seeing that he didn't drink, Xu Xingxuan pouted unhappily, and kept shaking his arm, wanting him to continue drinking with her.

The door of the private room was suddenly pulled open from the outside, and several people who were still drinking turned their heads to look at the door.

He Muyan's legs were too long, standing there was almost as high as the door, with an imposing manner, his sharp eyes swept around the private room, and finally fixed on Song Li who was in the corner.

Also, Xu Shining was hanging on Song Li's arm like a sloth.

Drunk Xu Shanshan felt a chill for no reason, she opened her eyes in a daze, and looked at the tall figure standing in front of her and Song Li who didn't know when.

Before he had time to ask, Song Li next to him raised his head and smiled foolishly.

"You're here."

He Muyan didn't speak, bent down with a cold face and took off the arm that Xu Shanshan was hanging on Song Li's body, then put his arms around Song Li's waist, and picked him up.

Song Lian was on him, as if he had no bones.

Feeling his obedience, He Muyan calmed down a little, lowered his head and asked him softly: "Don't drink, go home."

Song Li had already lost consciousness, and with a vague "huh", he buried his face in his arms.

He Muyan was about to take him away, the other teachers in the private room looked at each other, finally Tian Fu stood up and stopped him: "Sir, please ask me, what is the relationship between you and our teacher Xiao Song, you see he is drinking like this now , We dare not let you take him away casually, don't we?"

He Muyan didn't have much patience, but these people were all Song Li's colleagues after all, and he didn't want to make things difficult for Song Li because of his own reasons.

Looking down at the fat middle-aged man in front of him, he said in a deep voice, "I'm his husband."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Tian Fu's eyes widening for a moment, and the sound of breathing in the private room at the same time, and just took Song Li away.

Xu Shanshan, who was thrown off, lay on the table, and asked slowly: "Who? What, who is whose husband, who is talking?"

No one pays attention to her.

Tian Fu came back to his senses, raised his hand and wiped his face: "It's amazing."

He Muyan stuffed Song Li into the car, fearing that he would fall if he couldn't sit still, so he simply let him lie down and fell asleep.

Song Li let him fiddle with him, he put his arms and hands casually, and when he touched his face, he would rub against his face, very obedient.

He Muyan felt a little unhappy seeing him like this, so he just looked at him quietly for a while, then got up and went to the front.

It was past eleven o'clock when we got home, and He Muyan couldn't stand Song Li's smell of alcohol, so he took him to the bathroom.

After being drunk, Song Li was really good, and he was very cooperative when bathing him. Seeing him lying in the bathtub, his arms and legs were slender and slender, and there were a few light purple marks on his thin chest, which were left from the night before. Yes, it's almost gone.

He Muyan lowered his eyelashes, and wiped his body with hot water.

Maybe it was because he was slightly sobered up by the water in the bath, and Song Li had already regained a little consciousness when he was carried to the bed.

The body was trapped in the soft bedding, and there was a very familiar smell.

Instinctively, he grabbed the thing with that smell next to him into his arms, hugged it tightly, and rubbed against it contentedly.

So soft.

He Muyan came out of the bathroom. Seeing this scene, he stopped wiping his hair.

When he came back last night, Song Li slept soundly while hugging his pillow in the same way.

Does he like his pillow?

He Muyan sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his pillow. The drunk Song Li probably felt that someone was going to grab him, so he hugged the pillow even tighter with his mouth puckered.

He Muyan bent down slightly, and whispered, with a helpless and doting tone: "This is mine."

Song Li's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the person in front of him with blurred eyes.

"He Muyan?"

Yes, I can still recognize him.

He Muyan let out a "hmm" and touched his face: "I'm awake."

Song Li tilted his head: "Am I dreaming?"

"No, it's me."

Song Li blinked, but seemed suddenly angry, and stared: "You still know how to come back!"

Homeo paused and said softly, "I'm too busy with work."

Song Li pursed his lips, as if aggrieved: "I cooked you a table of dishes, but you didn't come back to eat."

He Muyan sighed softly when he thought of the vegetables in the refrigerator.

Song Li is like a child who finds someone to complain about, and he chatters endlessly when he talks: "You don't give me your mobile phone number, and you don't let me add your WeChat, I can't even contact you."

He Muyan was stabbed again, he was wronged and had nothing to say.

"Next time you don't go home, please tell me in advance, otherwise I will, I will worry."

He Muyan touched his face: "Okay."

Song Li grabbed his wrist, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and softly called him: "He Muyan."

He Muyan's heart beat a little faster for a few seconds, and he answered him in a hoarse voice: "I'm here."

Hearing the response, Song Li smiled contentedly, and hugged his hand tightly, like a child who is reluctant to let go of his favorite toys.

He Muyan looked at his naive look, and it was the first time he knew that someone could be so cute when drunk.

Song Li was still holding his hand, occasionally humming subconsciously.

so cute.

I want to bully.

He Muyan's eyes became darker and darker, he put down the towel in his hand, bent down and pressed it down.

Lips pressed against the drunk man's ear: "Song Li."

Song Li gave a vague "hmm".

It seemed that he could still hear his voice, so He Muyan felt relieved, and continued to ask: "Do you know who I am?"

Song Li was very sleepy, but when he was drunk, he always cooperated obediently and knew everything, so he tried his best to open his eyelids and looked at the face in front of him in a daze.

"He Muyan."

He Muyan touched his side face: "Who am I?"

Song Li tilted his head, with a big tongue: "Hey, He Muyan..."

He Muyan was still dissatisfied, pinched his chin: "Who am I to you?"

Song Li turned his chaotic brain and tried hard to think for a long time: "You are, yes, my husband."

He Muyan nodded in satisfaction: "Then what do you call me?"

Song Li opened his mouth, and just as he uttered the word "Congratulations", He Muyan pinched his lips.

"It's not this." He Muyan's voice was a little low, and his eyes were fixed on him: "It's not this."

Song Li's mind was muddled, looking at He Muyan's dark pupils, as if he had suddenly opened his eyes, he smirked: "Husband."

He Muyan's hand froze for a moment, and he rubbed his fingers on his lips: "Call again."

A second before losing consciousness, Song Li thought aggrievedly that he would never call He Muyan's husband on the bed again.