President, talk to you

Zhao Xun looked indifferently at the man lying on the table, the overturned wine bottle was gurgling.

He glanced at his watch, it was exactly ten thirty.

The man standing by the railing froze in shock.

He watched Zhao Xunxu sway his body, and slowly straightened his back.

Leaving the dim booth, Zhao Xun walked towards the man with colorful lights.

He walked very slowly, and only his handsome silhouette could be seen in the dim light.

The man swallowed, and stared into Zhao Shai's bottomless eyes.

Zhao Sui took out the pen in his suit pocket and unscrewed the cap slowly.

He held out his hand to the man and looked at him silently.

The man's eyes gradually became blurred, and he put his hand into Zhao Xun's palm, with just such a simple touch, his legs were already limp.

Zhao Xun lowered his head, the touch of the pen tip across the palm of his hand was so crisp that the man trembled.

The smell of alcohol on his face forced him to lean on the railing behind him to barely stabilize his limp body.

Until Zhao Xun had left, the man was still in a trance.

Panting unsteadily, he looked at his hand, where a number was clearly written - 120.

"Oh!"

The man lying on the table fell down and began to twitch slightly.

……

Zhao Xun walked into the toilet, and under the bright incandescent lamp, he could see the two groups of blushes on his cheeks clearly, and his black eyes were also a little misty with water vapor.

He leaned on the sink and took a light breath.

The "squeaky" water flow is very clear in the silent toilet.

Zhao Xun lowered his head, and the cold water caressed his hot face.

"Okay, just calm down, and don't spit on me later."

A somewhat helpless voice sounded behind him, and there were bursts of indistinct ravings.

It must be some kind of drunkard, Zhao Yi ignored it.

Suddenly, he was shocked and turned around slowly.

Liu Chengan was surprised for a moment, and then felt an unspeakable tightness in his throat.

Zhao Xun's face was stained with transparent water droplets, and his messy hair was dripping wetly on his forehead. He squinted his eyes slightly, even though he tried his best to keep them clear, those dark eyes were still a bit blurred.

Not to mention his red eye corners and flushed cheeks.

But now, the blush on his face is rapidly spreading to his neck.

"Feel sorry."

He coughed, and withdrew his hand that was on Zhao Sacrifice's buttocks.

"Hey, isn't it very soft like dough?"

The drunk Chu Yi chuckled twice, and before the two of them could react, she reached out and touched it again.

Liu Chengan's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, before Chu Yi's hand could reach him, he firmly pressed Zhao Xun's buttocks again.

This time, he clearly felt the other party tremble.

Even the elastic ball under his palm trembled.

Liu Chengan slid his Adam's apple.

"Mr. Zhao, please forgive me. Chu Yi is drunk and didn't intend to offend Mr. Zhao."

The serious young man rubbed it without guilt.

"you!"

Zhao Xun was mostly sober from the wine.

He can still feel the pressure on his ass...and the heat.

When Liu Chengan withdrew his hand, he inadvertently squeezed it, his face serious and serious.

"Don't make me drunk here!"

He knocked off Chu Yi's hand that was on the back of his hand.

Zhao Xun pursed his lips and didn't speak, but the corners of his eyes became redder even more.

Liu Chengan glanced at it calmly, and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Zhao drunk?"

Zhao Xun blushed and stared at him without saying a word.

Liu Cheng'an inexplicably saw that the other party had a kind of embarrassment that had nowhere to vent his anger.

"Why don't I send Mr. Zhao back. It must be inconvenient for Mr. Zhao to go home alone today."

After Liu Chengan finished speaking, he grabbed Chu Yi by the collar and dragged him into the toilet cubicle.

A set of actions that flow smoothly.

He walked back and looked at Zhao Xun with a smile on his face.

"Oh!"

The toilet door was slammed hard.

Liu Chengan smiled and said, "Please wait a moment."

He walked over, kicked in unceremoniously, and then closed the door firmly.

Zhao Xun's eyes followed the opponent's movements, he was so startled that he forgot to be angry.

The opponent spontaneously took his arm.

"Can Mr. Zhao still go?"

He nodded, his eyes gradually getting a little hazy.

The belated drunkenness had taken over his brain.

As soon as he took a step, his whole body shook, and a hand wrapped around his waist forcefully.

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

The breath in his ears made him itchy.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched his ear.

"Ah……"

A chuckle sounded close to him.

Zhao Xun frowned and pushed the other party away.

"No."

He was confused and couldn't speak clearly.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, don't make a mistake."

Zhao Xun stubbornly straightened his back and stared at the front, but his footsteps kept spinning.

……

"Mr. Zhao, please be careful."

"Mr. Zhao, it's time to go down the stairs."

"Mr. Zhao, you went wrong."

The voice behind him was patient and meticulous.

Even in the ear-piercing music, Zhao Xun could hear clearly.

He tried his best to walk forward along the straight line he had set, his chaotic brain was becoming more and more unconscious, but he still tried his best to think about who that person was, and he must praise him well.

After walking all the way for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Xun suddenly stopped.

At this time they were standing outside the gate of No. [-] Street.

"Mr. Zhao, what's the matter?"

Liu Cheng'an has been following behind Zhao Xun, seeing him standing still, he asked softly.

Zhao Xun didn't speak, his red face was a little serious.

After a while, I saw him shaking his head like a chicken pecking rice, and then he continued to walk forward in an awkward posture.

Liu Chengan was stunned for a moment.

So just now... did I take a nap?

He smiled silently.

"Mr. Zhao, where is your car? Let me take you home."

Zhao Xun obviously didn't have a driver with him today, so he couldn't just walk back like this.

When Zhao Xun heard Mr. Zhao's three words, he stopped in his tracks. He turned around straight, his eyes were floating looking for the person who called himself.

Liu Chengan hurried over, and before he could touch Zhao Xun's shoulder, Zhao Xun had already touched his face.

Then, Zhao Xun held his head and slowly moved over.

So close that the tip of the nose touched the tip of the nose.

He was trying to find out who this person who kept calling 'Mr. Zhao' was.

Liu Chengan stood there without moving, he stared at Zhao Siao's misty black pupils, and the smell of alcohol lingered on the tip of his nose.

The hand touching his cheek was warm and a little dry.

He couldn't help lowering his voice.

"Mr. Zhao, do you still recognize me?"

Zhao Xun opened his mouth: "Liu..."

Liu Chengan, he knew his name was Liu Chengan.

"Liu..."

He pursed his lips, his eyes watered.

"Liu..."

He can clearly say the other party's name.

With a little childishness that he didn't realize, he began to compete with himself.

Seeing him working hard, Liu Chengan's heart softened a long time ago.

He even wanted to coax the other party, forget it if he didn't remember, he would introduce himself to him again.

"Liu... Liu... Liu..."

Zhao Xun started stuttering, his eyes were red as if he was about to cry.

"Mr. Zhao..."

"To shut up."

Liu Chengan froze for a moment, then laughed softly.

Ok.

Zhao Xun held the other's face in his hands, and couldn't see clearly clearly. He shook it, and his forehead touched the other's forehead. The two breathed and smelled each other, as if they were close to kissing each other.

Liu Chengan stood straight, not moving, only his Adam's apple slid up and down.

"Liu Liu Liu... Liu Cheng'an!"

Zhao Xun stuttered for a long while, and finally said the other party's name.

His eyes were shining brightly, the corner of his mouth raised into a smile, and the cold and hard outline softened unexpectedly.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao."

Liu Chengan answered him, his voice a little hoarse.

The waiter at the door held the car keys and dared not go forward. It was really two big men standing so close together that he had no room to disturb him.

After an unknown amount of time, I saw the slightly thinner young man approaching, and Zhao Xun stood where he was, swaying gently like a tumbler.

The waiter quickly handed the key to the other party.

"Thank you."

The young man frowned and smiled.

A gleam of affection flashed across the smiling eyes.

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then blushed, bowed his head and backed away, but still couldn't help but look at the young man.

Liu Cheng'an helped Zhao Xun into the car, and from the beginning to the end, Zhao Xun cooperated very well.

Presumably he called out the other person's name to make him feel very happy.

But even if he was getting more and more unconscious, Zhao Xun's sitting posture was still upright.

If it wasn't for the strong smell of alcohol on his body, no one would have known how drunk he was.

Liu Chengan glanced sideways at him.

Zhao Yi turned his head to look at him at the same time.

"Mr. Zhao, I will take you home now."

"Ah."

He nodded, but knocked his head straight on the front seat.

Liu Chengan stretched out his hand and smiled silently.

Zhao's old house is easy to find, after all, there are only a few good places in the whole city of H.

But Liu Chengan was here for the first time.

Presumably because the license plate is very familiar, he drove in unimpeded all the way, the quiet path, the well-manicured flower garden, inside is an old European-style old house.

There is a trace of time in this quiet night.

He parked the car at the door. The pitch-black house had no lights, and it was as quiet as if no one lived there.

"Mr. Zhao."

He called softly.

Zhao Xun did not answer, looking serious like a sculpture.

Liu Chengan waited quietly for a moment.

Then I saw Zhao Sacrifice swaying forward violently.

He stretched out his hand and tapped his hot forehead against the back of his hand.

When Zhao Xun woke up, he sat for a while anyway, then touched his forehead, opened the door and got out of the car, all in one go.

Liu Chengan followed, but saw Zhao Xun standing motionless at the door.

He took a step closer, only to realize that Zhao Xun had started to doze off again.

"Mr. Zhao..."

There was no way, he shook his head and stretched out his hand skillfully.

"Oh!"

Zhao Xun woke up and touched his forehead again.

It was impossible to count on Zhao Xun. He knocked on the door, and began to worry that there would be no one living there.

The only thing that was different than he expected was that someone came to open the door soon.

With a sound of "click", the door opened a crack, and bright lights came out from the tight crack of the door, and a teenager in pajamas poked out half of his head.

The author has something to say: No. [-] Street is not a street, it is just a bar with high consumption