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The two didn't delve into the question of whether Yang Fengyu was a straight man or not, and prepared to leave after getting a taxi.

Before starting the car, Yang Fengyu pressed the car window and looked back. Qin Fangcong was still standing there with a cigarette in his mouth.

The night was dim, but the outline of the man was clearly reflected by the firelight, and Yang Fengyu felt more and more familiar.

"Just add if you're so curious." Cheng Wen said suddenly, "If you leave today, could he really come and chase you to sleep?"

"Why do you have the same virtue as Lin Fei? I won't add it. I'm a serious rapper and I don't privately contact fans. If it becomes popular in the future, it will be black material."

After finishing speaking, he added in a low voice: "You can't even be handsome."

Cheng Wen burst out laughing.

On the other side, Qin Fangcong looked away, pinched his cigarette, and dialed the phone.

The other side answered quickly, and there was a noisy voice mixed with drumbeats: "Hey Brother Cong, they have an appointment, I have reserved a place for you, just come directly."

Qin Fangcong responded lightly: "Yes."

"But let me ask a question, why do you suddenly worry about these things, unlike you?"

Qin Fangcong didn't want to answer: "See you later, hang up."

Cheng Wenyue's place is in the 1972 block of Lingcheng, which is a bar street. Yang Fengyu had heard of it when he was still in school.

Maybe it was because he was too high at night, but Yang Fengyu is still nervous and not tired at all.

The bartender brought a small plate of snacks and a few menus, and after turning his eyes around, he landed on Yang Fengyu, who was the most tender-looking: "Do you need a recommendation?"

Yang Fengyu also noticed the bartender's gaze, picked up the phone and used it as a mirror to look at himself.

This little iridescent hair clip, coupled with the slightly drooping innocent eyes, must be regarded as an innocent kid again.

"I want the strongest!" Yang Fengyu closed the menu in front of him, grabbed a clip from his head and slapped it on the table, "Don't look at me as tender, but I'm actually super drinkable, right?"

The others tacitly kept silent, with subtle expressions.

Qi Fang took the initiative to make a decision: "Okay, you are the hero today, then listen to you, little coconut, don't regret it later."

Tian Yuyang was also excited when he saw it, and echoed: "I want it too!! Brother Wen, you agreed to send us back intact. Don't forget, I have a lecture tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, brother Wen is doing things, are you still not at ease?"

The bartender pointed to the two wines on the menu, Yang Fengyu didn't quite understand them, so he just nodded seriously.Cheng Wen ordered two more beer kegs, and said calmly, "Brothers, if you don't get drunk today, you won't go home."

Qin Fangcong sat down by the bar, and from the corner of his eye, he could just see the booth where Yang Fengyu was.

"Jag or Long Island Iced Tea?"

Qin Fangcong shook his head: "Ice water."

"Hehe, it's strange, Brother Cong, how long have you quit drinking?"

"No, it's time to drive." Qin Fangcong took a sip from the cup, then raised his chin in the direction of Yang Fengyu, "What do you want?"

"Let me check the order, they ordered quite a lot..."

Qin Fangcong added: "The one with the inch head."

"Oh, he ordered a glass of rainbow rum, saying that he didn't drink less than usual, and the degree was adjusted a little higher."

Qin Fangcong frowned and did not speak.

Still drinking at a young age?

After a while, two buckets of cold beer with a height of half a person came to the table, and a few more cocktails.

The cup placed in front of Yang Fengyu was rainbow-colored, and it looked really pretty.

"Sir, this cocktail is called Rainbow Rum. It matches your headgear very well. It has a high alcohol content. Please use it slowly."

Yang Fengyu was stunned for a while, and took a sip from the paper straw.

It doesn't taste like alcohol, but it's sweet and delicious.

Yang Fengyu took another glass to drink the beer from the coke barrel, and drank more than half of the glass before feeling that his dry and hoarse voice was relieved a lot.

I yelled a lot tonight, and my voice will definitely be hoarse tomorrow.

"Drink slowly, watch out for the top," Cheng Wen patted Yang Fengyu's head, and raised his cup to signal to several people, "Come on, let's go."

"It's been hard work, I didn't expect that we could really start a tour."

Yang Fengyu had mixed feelings in his heart, raised his head and drank the beer in one gulp, took another glass, and lowered his head to take a sip of the rum.

Cheng Wen sighed lightly, and bumped his cup against Yang Fengyu: "Our coconut is about to become popular, and the future is promising, and Yang'er is this professional, TAX always wants you two to carry the flag."

Yang Fengyu took another sip of his head sullenly: "I'm so hot... I say I'm a fan, I haven't heard a few songs, and every day I'm persuading me to change my style, what the hell are you called a fan?"

"Coconut, why haven't you sung the melody? We all know your strength, maybe it's just that the style doesn't suit you."

"I don't want to sing." Yang Fengyu said in a muffled voice, his eyes were slightly red, and the fingertips holding the wine glass were red.

After drinking half a glass of wine, Yang Fengyu started to feel dizzy.

But the consciousness is still there, Yang Fengyu got up, thinking about going to the bathroom to wash his face to wake up.

"Hey? Can you do it alone?" Cheng Wen asked, and Yang Fengyu seemed to have not heard it, and was still walking towards the bathroom.

Passing by the bar, Yang Fengyu saw a somewhat familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't look closely, and pushed open the door of the bathroom with his consciousness.

In the mirror, his eyes were slack, and his whole body was as red as a boiled prawn.

This was the first time he drank alcohol, and he mixed it with foreign beer.

But Yang Fengyu liked the feeling of his body slightly losing control, so he took a handful of water and splashed it on his face, his consciousness became clearer, Yang Fengyu just held his face in his hands and stared at the mirror.

"Handsome?"

He is quite handsome, to be precise, he should be beautiful. Although his head is shaved, he has a melon-shaped face, with beautiful and regular features, and there are drops of water hanging on his eyelashes. Together, he has an inexplicable softness Qi, non-aggressive appearance.

No wonder the little girl called him wife.

Yang Fengyu thought of Qin Fangcong for no reason. He was also handsome, but he had sharp edges and corners, full of masculinity, the kind who would be called husband at a glance.

"Grass," Yang Fengyu took another cup of water, "It's all because of these idiots talking nonsense all day long, what husband!"

Yang Fengyu freed up one hand and wanted to take out a piece of paper to wipe his face, but he didn't expect to feel dizzy, suddenly lost his center of gravity, and fell to the right.

"Fuck..."

Just when he thought he was about to come into close contact with the icy ground, he bumped straight into a warm embrace, and was firmly supported by him, before he stood still.

"Thank you... why is it you again?"

Yang Fengyu rubbed his temples and raised his head. When he met a pair of calm eyes, he suddenly woke up from the wine, "I have already said that I don't sleep in pink. Even though I am not a celebrity, you should give me some distance, right?"

Before Qin Fangcong could react, Yang Fengyu jumped out of his arms like an electric shock. After seeing the water stains on the other party's clothes, he was a little embarrassed, wiped off the water on his face, covered his upper body and said, "I Again, I'm a serious rapper, not a fan!"

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows slightly: "I said I want to sleep with you?"

Yang Fengyu was startled, and quickly added: "Not to be slept either!!"

"You are young, drink less." Qin Fangcong withdrew his hand and walked straight in. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Yang Fengyu had been staring at him. He paused as he untied his belt, then turned his head and asked, "Still watching?"

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, the temperature on his face suddenly rose, he opened the door and ran out.

As soon as he stepped out, he almost ran into someone.Seeing that it was Tian Yuyang, Yang Fengyu immediately became angry: "Stinky son!! Are you trying to murder Dad!!"

"Damn it, do you still eat gunpowder when you go to the toilet? Are you okay? Why is your hair wet? You won't fall headlong into the toilet, right?"

"Screw you!" Yang Feng said in a panic, wiped the water off his face again, and stretched out his hand to wipe Tian Yuyang's body, "I'm very sober!"

"Alas--!!"

Tian Yuyang frowned and dodged, Yang Fengyu's wine had also sobered up a lot, the two of them went back to fight, and the others had already started playing cards.

Lin Fei looked at Yang Fengyu, and immediately teased: "Yaoye, why is your face so red? Did you have an affair in the toilet?"

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

After hearing this, Yang Fengyu's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and then quickly collapsed, looking at Cheng Wen with a little helplessness in his eyes: "He seems to be really my fanatic male fan."

"what?"

"I just ran into him in his toilet." Yang Fengyu couldn't help shivering, remembering the aggressive look in his eyes, "He doesn't really want to do anything to me, does he?"

Qi Fang: "What if he came here by chance, don't think too much, are you sober?"

Yang Fengyu nodded, "I'm very sober, I can hit ten with one punch."

"Then drink again! Just in time to play cards."

Yang Fengyu sat down, grabbed a handful of bad cards in his hand, turned around hesitantly, and glanced in the direction of the bathroom.

The door just happened to be pushed open from the inside, Yang Fengyu's breath was stagnant, and the next second, he saw Qin Fangcong walking out expressionlessly, walking casually to the bar, without looking at him at all. It didn't look like they were chasing him.

He didn't wear a tailored suit today, but casual clothes couldn't hide his broad shoulders and long legs.

"Hey, Yang Fengyu—it's time for you to play the cards, what are you looking at?"

Tian Yuyang also turned back, only saw a familiar figure from behind, and said with a smile: "Hmph, look at his fanatical male fans."

"I see that you are very interested. If you want to add WeChat, you can add it. Only when you take the initiative will you have a story."

"Fart!!" Yang Fengyu turned around, and casually threw two cards onto the table, but there was still a lump in his heart.

Could it be that he misunderstood?

Yang Fengyu drank another two rounds, and now he was completely dizzy, he couldn't even speak clearly, he stood up staggeringly: "I'm going...to wash my face."

He just woke up after washing his face. This time, it is impossible to meet Qin Fangcong again.

"Hey." Cheng Wen was about to stop him, but was blocked by Tian Yuyang, who was already drunk in the middle, and couldn't reach him, so he could only shout: "It's all like this, don't go!"

Yang Fengyu acted like he didn't hear it, bumped into something just as he got up, and sat back down.

Qi Fang, who was playing with his mobile phone at the side, looked up, gasped, stared back at Cheng Wen, and mouthed, "Crazy male fans."

Yang Fengyu didn't realize it, the drumbeat of music was in his ears, he was still a little dazed after being knocked back, he raised his head and saw those familiar eyes, he felt aggrieved for no reason, and said like a fool:

"Why...you bumped into me again!"

Qin Fangcong stared at Yang Fengyu condescendingly, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his forehead gently.

Yang Fengyu: "..."

"I really don't sleep powder..."