He can play whatever I like

After Xiao Sa left, Zou Yun lay alone on the big bed, staring at the bowl of hangover soup in a daze, until the heat in the bowl gradually dissipated, then he made up his mind to get up and picked up the small bowl.

He has been afraid of drinking medicine since he was a child, so he has already made preparations, pinched his nose, and prepared to swallow it in one gulp, but he realized that the cold soup tasted sour and sweet, and it was quite delicious.

Holding the finished medicine bowl, he saw some small pieces of green plum and hawthorn remained at the bottom of the bowl.

Xiao Sa...

Are you taking care of your own taste?

He couldn't help but also think about whether Xiao Sa still remembered that he was afraid of suffering.

Xiao Sa remembers what he likes to eat, and also remembers what he is afraid of...

He felt his head was in a mess.

After drinking the hangover soup, he went into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, and he gradually became sober.

He looked at himself in the mirror in front of the sink, except for a little haggard after a hangover, there seemed to be nothing unusual, his waist didn't hurt, his legs didn't feel sore...

Xiao Sa...

Should really have done nothing to him.

He couldn't be an ostrich forever, hiding in this room; he took down the dry towel next to him, wiped his face, turned and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Xiao Sa propped his elbows on the fence on the second floor, facing the door, looking down at the phone——

It was still the one that Zou Yun gave him back then.

"Brother Yun." He looked up when he heard the door open, and put his phone into his trouser pocket, "Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

Seeing Xiao Sa raise his head, Zou Yun immediately lowered his head and shook his head without saying a word.

"That's good." Xiao Sa's voice also sank, and without saying anything, he turned and walked to the next door.

No one followed for a long time, he turned around and saw Zou Yun was still standing at the door with his head down, and then he sighed softly.

"Brother Yun, this way." He said in a humble tone, "Just take a look—"

"OK?"

Zou Yun just woke up from a hangover, walking top-heavy, a little strenuous, Xiao Sa seemed to be waiting for him, walking very slowly, and the house was so big that he walked along for a long time, and it was the first time he sighed that someone could The family was panting after walking, and finally reached the door of another room.

Xiao Sa raised his hand and pushed open the door, Zou Yun's legs gave way and he almost fell down.

This door separates two worlds. The moment the door is opened, it is like Tinker Bell's arbitrary door, which is tantamount to time travel.

Zou Yun suddenly understood why he had been walking for so long just now, he suspected that he might not be sober, so he walked home directly...

Inside this door, from the sofa, coffee table, to the dusty TV that was rarely turned on before, the living room's decoration layout and furnishings are all exactly the same as his rental house.

Next to the door frame of the kitchen, which was yellowed by oily smoke, hung the little pink apron that Xiao Sa bought himself; even the magazines and pictorials thrown randomly on the coffee table were the ones that Zou Yun used to look through most often.

It's simply a one-to-one restoration.

Xiao Sa stood by the door, gently helped Zou Yun, and pointed in the direction of the bedroom, "Take a look?"

This time Zou Yun didn't dodge Xiao Sa's touch as if he was burning like before, he walked into the room by a ghost, and opened the door of the "bedroom".

Sure enough, even the details, down to the curtains and sheets, were exactly the same as Zou Yun's rental house.

If he was sober and lying here, he would not doubt that he had returned home.

He looked at the position of the easel and did not check at all with his own home, and also looked at the paintings on the easel.

Before Xiao Sa disappeared, he was busy making that portrait as a birthday present for Xiao Sa. In order to prevent Xiao Sa from finding out in advance, he hid the portrait every time he finished painting, and casually flipped through a half-painted work block.

That pair of exercises was a photo he copied before, and the photo was his only friend, the Norwegian fjords that Tang Tang took from a helicopter when he was traveling in Norway, and it was made into a postcard and sent to him at that time.

The scenery in the postcard is very beautiful. Zou Yun has always wanted to try the strange collision between the natural aloofness of the Norwegian fjords covered in ice and snow and the intense colors of the oil painting; but the price of the Nordic tour group made him He hesitated, and could only enjoy the photos.

This half-painted oil painting was actually completely restored by Xiao Sa in this room, with at least seven images.

"You... know how to draw?" Zou Yun recalled that Xiao Sa talked about design and oil painting with him before, and he always said clearly, "You obviously..."

Xiao Sa clearly said that he studied law and finance.

"I don't really know it, I just like it." Xiao Sa's voice was emotionless, "The person who adopted me knew it, and I learned a little bit from it."

"Brother Yun, I didn't lie to you." He looked down at Zou Yun, "It can only be regarded as a hobby at best, and it is definitely not comparable to you."

Seeing that Zou Yun didn't answer, but he didn't avoid his eyes any longer, he gently put his shoulder on Zou Yun's shoulder, "Remember when I said, can you design a studio in this home?"

"Since you don't want to agree to me, and I don't know what kind of studio you want, I asked someone to decorate it."

He looked up and looked around the room.

"Although I don't know what kind of studio you want, but here is my favorite place." He slowly folded his arms, and calmly brought Zou Yun into his arms, "Brother Yun, not just last night, After this is done, I will sleep here every night."

In any case, he didn't lie this time, maybe he also discovered that it seemed difficult for him to deceive Zou Yun calmly as before.

"I really miss the days when we used to be in that home..."

That period of time when he was telling the biggest lie in his life while sleeping the most securely.

"Brother Yun..." After half a year, he finally hugged Zou Yun again. The satisfaction was beyond words, "Will you miss me?"

This time Zou Yun didn't struggle anymore, and didn't push Xiao Sa away.

He didn't know if he was busy managing a big company like Huashang, but he had seen the red threads in Xiao Sa's eyes, but Xiao Sa still spent time by his side, doing meaningless things.

He didn't want to be easily fooled by Xiao Sa again, but one day or two passed, Xiao Sa wasted several months with him like this.

Xiao Sa not only remembered his taste, but also remembered all the details of the rented house, including the oil painting, and even the pajamas he was wearing...

He is just over 1.7 meters tall, not particularly short among southerners, but he is very thin, especially in front of Xiao Sa who is 1.8 meters [-], he looks small.

But although the pajamas on his body were loose, they were of the right length. These couldn't be Xiao Sa's clothes, but Xiao Sa had prepared them for him long ago.

Even today, he can't say against his will that he has no feelings for Xiao Sa at all, it's just that he left without saying goodbye that completely collapsed the trust between them, rather than saying he didn't want to, it's better to say that he didn't dare——

He didn't dare to be with Xiao Sa anymore.

But he can't explain it now. If Xiao Sa really never liked him from the beginning to the end, then what is there in him that is worth the effort and time of the future young master of Zhenyun Group.

"You..." He huddled in Xiao Sa's arms, carefully feeling the other's heartbeat in the long-lost temperature and smell, and looked at everything in the room, "Is this your 'selfishness'?"

"Part of it." Xiao Sa put his chin on Zou Yun's heart, and gently closed his eyes, "I'm afraid you won't want to talk to me, I asked the person in charge of the company to talk to you about Zhenyun's case yesterday. But the person in charge came to me and told me that you seemed to be drunk, so I couldn't resist looking for you."

"I don't know how much I drank..." He sighed softly, "You are very drunk, and I don't know if you still remember the case."

"Zhenyun Group's new project is an art hotel project. Next month, I will take people to some successful cases for on-the-spot investigation."

"Brother Yun, can you go with me?" He hugged the back of Zou Yun's neck and squeezed it lightly, "Take it as my last chance, if you still can't accept me when you come back—"

"I promise that in the future, except for work, I will never appear in front of you again."

The author has something to say:

Classmate Tang Tang has appeared for the second time, that's right!He is the CP of the evildoer Shendu! ! !

Don't be fooled by the name!Tang Tang is the fierce one! ! !

When two 1s meet, there must be a 0, hehe O(∩_∩)O~~~

There will be no sub-CP emotional lines in this book. They only appear as supporting roles to promote the plot. I will open a separate book for their stories. I will release the copy when Tang Tang officially appears~

Due to the number of words on the list, please take a few days off, and the update will resume next Tuesday, and I will send red envelopes to everyone when I come back!Don't forget Ah Yu QAQ,,,