my little sir

As soon as Fang Yimin got home, he saw that Uncle Zhao's face was obviously relaxed.

The intense piano melody poured down from upstairs, and the resentment and dissatisfaction of the other party could be heard just from the sound of the piano.

Uncle Zhao didn't follow the little gentleman upstairs, but stood downstairs waiting for the little gentleman to go up, and then called all the servants away.

Fang Yimin frowned as he looked at the two bottles of expensive red wine that were more than half drunk on the piano cover.It's really a prodigal stuff, can't you just drink a bottle and open a bottle?

The red wine hasn't been awakened yet, doesn't it feel like a waste of taste if you drink it like this?Looking at the glass of red wine that was poured to the brim, I didn't even bother to complain.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Wen Qiling murmured to himself somewhat depressedly: "I played a wrong key."

"I played it wrong, so we won't play it anymore."

Wen Qiling followed the voice, and when he saw Fang Yimin, his eyes were full of surprise, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc.Then the arc slowly retracted, lowered his eyes and pressed the keys and said, "You're back."

Yo, I'm also in a relationship with myself.

Fang Yimin walked over, leaned against the piano, and asked, "Are you still playing?"

The hand playing the piano didn't stop, but the style of the music changed to a gentle but somewhat sad melody.

Fang Yimin didn't know why the other party was sad, but seeing his blushing cheeks, he thought he might have drunk too much.So he said patiently: "I won't play anymore, how about talking to me?"

Only then did the sound of the piano stop, and Wen Qiling's eyes were filled with mist, which made people's hearts flutter.

He looked at Fang Yimin fixedly, and said in a blunt tone: "Then you coax me."

"Coax..." Fang Yimin looked at him stumped, and asked again, "Are you drunk?"

Wen Qiling didn't answer, but asked arrogantly: "Are you coaxing or not?"

This is obviously drunk. Is Mr. Wen so cute when he is drunk?

"Coax, I'll coax." The other party was drunk, which made Fang Yimin relax a lot. He leaned over and asked with a smile, "How do you coax?"

Wen Qiling's face was already red, but now she felt her neck was red.The tone finally softened: "coax like you usually do."

"But I lost my memory." Fang Yimin smiled wickedly, "Why don't you teach me."

Seeing that the other party was about to go mad again, Fang Yimin smiled hurriedly and said, "Then you coax me first, and I will coax you after I have taught you."

Wen Qiling thought for a while, and it seemed to be a good deal, so he took Mr. Xiao's hand, squeezed the soft palm, then pulled the person closer, and kissed him.

The faint smell of wine lingered on the tip of his nose, and Fang Yimin's brain was burned.

I'm going, I was attacked!

Mr. Xiao, whose brain was burnt out, still took time to think about it. Mr. Wen's lips are really soft, and the taste of red wine is really good.

Fang Yimin's heart was out of balance, beating erratically, and the blood was rushing up, his whole face was about to be cooked.

Mr. Wen sucked a kiss on the other's lips before letting him go, looking at Mr. Xiao with his slightly parted lips in a daze with those crystal clear eyes, and said to him, "It's your turn to coax me."

I'll go, I'll coax you, uncle!

Mr. Wen waited expectantly for a long time, but did not see Mr. Xiao move, so he frowned again and urged, "Talk to coax me."

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to bed!" Fang Yimin didn't know whether he was ashamed or annoyed, so he snorted and left.

Wen Qiling hurriedly grabbed Fang Yimin's wrist, and seeing the other party struggling, she simply sat him on her lap.

"Wen Qiling, don't push yourself too hard!" Fang Yimin's ears were bleeding red.

Wen Qiling hugged Fang Yimin's waist, buried half of his face on Fang Yimin's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "My dad is back."

Fang Yimin was honest for a moment, and asked in response, "Are you quarreling again?"

Wen Qiling didn't answer, but hugged Fang Yimin quietly, neither of them spoke.Suddenly Wen Qiling said with displeasure, "You smell of hot pot and perfume."

After hearing what the other party said, Fang Yimin sniffed at his collar and said, "It might be on Yueyue's body."

The person behind stood up holding his chest, pulled his shoulders, and sat on the piano hugging his waist.There was a muffled sound from the keys.

With a rare aggressiveness in Wen Qiling's eyes, he locked on Fang Yimin and asked, "Do you like women?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Answer me." Wen Qiling spoke forcefully, put his hands beside the piano, and locked him in his arms.

Fang Yimin couldn't escape, so he could only answer: "No, I like men. Yueyue and I are just friends, friends we met before you. If it was possible, how could we be together with you later?"

Only then did Wen Qiling feel relieved.

Fang Yimin took advantage of the other party's drunkenness and confusion, hurriedly asked: "The one who likes women, could it be you."

"I don't like others." Wen Qiling looked at Fang Yimin with burning eyes, "I only like you."

It is said that one speaks the truth after drinking, but in this situation, Wen Qiling must be spouting nonsense.It doesn't feel reliable.

Even though the credibility was not high, Fang Yimin still blushed.He continued to ask: "Do you have any ulterior motives in marrying me, and plot against me?"

Wen Qiling's eyes were full of confusion, and then he asked tentatively: "Picture...picture of your body?"

"Damn, I can't communicate at all." Fang Yimin pushed Wen Qiling away, and said, "Get out of the way, and just talk shamelessly."

Wen Qiling was as firm as a rock, and couldn't even be pushed.It seems that the daily fitness exercises are not pretentious, and Fang Yimin is obviously not an opponent.

Not only that, but Wen Qiling moved closer provocatively, Fang Yimin was so startled that he leaned back, there was a sound of the keys rolling, and the red wine was accidentally touched, staining the entire carpet red.

"Let go of me." Fang Yimin blushed and protested dissatisfied.

Wen Qiling smiled at him, blinked those amber eyes and said, "Then you have to promise me one thing."

"You're still taking the opportunity to threaten me, aren't you?" Fang Yimin always takes the easy way out, "What if I don't agree."

"Then I'll put you on the piano..."

"Say it, tell it." Fang Yimin immediately faltered.

Wen Qiling said emotionally in an instant: "I...I want...think..."

"Don't think about it!"

"I want you to serve me a bowl of noodles."

"Ah?" Fang Yimin was stunned for a moment, and punched the unmoving Wen Qiling hard, and said angrily, "Don't pant when you speak!"

Wen Qiling ate the noodles as he wished, Mr. Xiao hadn't cooked for him for a long time, and a bowl of noodles made him feel nostalgic for the vicissitudes of life.

After eating the noodles, Wen Qiling became much more honest and normal, and asked to do whatever he wanted.

Fang Yimin asked him to take a bath, and he took a bath obediently, and asked him to sleep, and he went to bed obediently.Let him get out of the bedroom, he dawdled for a long time, and finally slept on the sofa pitifully.

Fang Yimin lay on the comfortable bed and thought: Ah, what a tiring day!

[The author has something to say: I chose the name for nothing, and the title for the chapter is also useless~~~]