cloud tree

Late at night.

Vichy took out all the wine boxes hidden in the cellar and stacked them messily beside the chair.He took out a few bottles from it, but didn't drink them in a hurry, he just put the cork down the toilet drain, and put the empty bottles back on the table.Then he pulled out his chair and sat down, opened a new bottle, sprinkled half a liter around it, and drank the remaining half directly into his mouth.

He took a sip and a sip without stopping.

He is waiting for someone.people who stop him.

The red wine that has been cellared for 50 years is enough to diffuse the aroma of the wine to the outside of the yard. As soon as Leicester pushed open the outer iron gate, a strong smell of wine entered his nostrils.He didn't remember that Vichy liked to drink.He walked two quick steps to the front of the house. The door was unlocked, and it opened with a light push.There were several empty wine bottles on the dining table, and the tablecloth was stained with traces of red wine accidentally spilled.

Vichy sat on a chair, holding a red wine bottle to his mouth and drinking directly.On weekdays, her plain white face was plated with a light pink, and because of the sultry heat of the drink, two buttons of the jacket were unbuttoned, half of the delicate collarbone and white chest.

Lester frowned, locked the door and walked directly to Vichy's side.He counted the number of empty bottles and drank quite a bit.

"You're here." Vichy seemed to have noticed that he was coming, and raised her head and smiled at him. "Come and drink with me."

Full of alcohol.

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, it's just that you think I'm drunk, and I'm very sober."

"That's what drunk people say."

"So I'm pretending to be drunk, but I'm not."

What kind of strange theory is this, even logical thinking is clear.But he thought that Vichy was drunk, otherwise why would Vichy stand up staggeringly, trying to hand him the bottle, but aimed at the air next door?

Vichy spoke the truth, but he made self-righteous inferences.

The wine bottle swayed twice in the air, and stopped after hitting his chest.The owner of those misty eyes that were glowing with light suddenly approached him, and the expression on his face, which was forgotten by alcohol, became sad, and a warm breath sprayed directly on his face: "It is precisely because I have never Not drunk, so I never know what Wangyou is? It should be a feeling of not thinking about anything and being very happy."

"If I'm drunk, I can turn a blind eye to their departure, I can turn a deaf ear to my grandma's illness, and I can draw my sword to kill those who betray me and are hostile to me."

"Mr. Su," Wei Xi's face was close at hand, with an erratic smile on the corner of his mouth. "One day you'll leave too, won't you?"

Maybe it's because the eyes are too captivating, maybe the smile is too charming, or maybe it's because they are attracted to each other.In short, at that moment, the boy's heart that he had forgotten and never even appeared relapsed.

He shouldn't be fooled easily. Countless girls have used those tricks before, but he was fooled. If it was a scam, he would jump into it willingly.

"I do not know."

He hugged Vichy and whispered softly in Vichy's ear: "I promise you, I won't leave."

The two hugged each other, and no one could see the other's expression.Lies seem to be true, and guilt is invisible to everyone.Vichy didn't like it, but had to.

Vichy pushed him away, but the wine bottle was still pressed against his chest.

"Accompany me to finish drinking it, and I will believe you."

If he thinks hard, he can even see a trace of clarity in Vichy's eyes.He thought it was just a mood, so he took the bottle and drank the rest in one gulp.

Wei Xi looked at him, suddenly smiled, madly obsessed.He had never seen that kind of smile, mixed with depression and relief, there were too many unacceptable factors.But he thought it was extremely beautiful, no matter what, what Vichy showed him tonight was too beautiful.

Vichy stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but he couldn't find it, and fell into his arms.

He was about to catch it.

Pretending to be drunk is not a good experience, and it is more difficult to act.The lies that are difficult to debunk are three to seven parts true and false. Vichy really drank a lot of wine, which made his head become dizzy and his thinking slowed down a bit.He closed his eyes and lay in Lester's arms. He thought it should be on his back, but the posture was in the arms of a princess.Lester hugged him and walked up the stairs steadily, when he heard the sound of the door being opened.

He was put on the bed, without the weight of the quilt on his body, only a pair of gentle palms.

The calloused fingers slowly slid down from his forehead, and the slight bounce caused an unconscious tremor, and he tried hard to restrain it.The fingers stopped when they slid to the forehead, and the chin was lifted into a more comfortable arc. ' Lestat was kissing him.

Following the path of his fingers, Lester kissed him.His forehead, the corners of his eyes, the ends of his brows.He groaned, expressing his discomfort, but that didn't stop Lester.He felt his breathing was heavy, and wondered if it was the sticky fluid covering the vents in the pores.

He thought he was ready, but when the moment came, he felt guilty.

If you want to fool Lester, you have to play for real.He got drunk and paralyzed himself, waiting for this moment.His heartbeat was pounding, not like the heartbeat of a sleeping person.He hoped that Lester couldn't hear it, of course he was sure he couldn't hear it, the half-bottle handed to Lester was much stronger than what he drank himself.

Kissed to the lips.

His lips opened a slit, waiting for Lester's invasion.What kind of kiss will it be?Long and profound kisses, smart and provocative throat kisses, no, none of them.

Lester skipped over superficially, rubbed his mouth and skin, and made brief contact.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, couldn't the god damn Lester hurry up!He slandered, he had no resistance to this kind of patient and gentle person, and could easily sink into the gentle embrace.

He felt Lester's hand slowly go down, the third and fourth buttons on his chest were unbuttoned, a coolness came from his chest, the wine was a little sober, and his head could continue to think.After waiting for a while, Lester did not continue.He felt that there was an extra quilt on his body, which was warm.Then I heard the sound of someone getting up and about to leave.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

He secretly opened his eyes to form a slit, and Lester turned his back to him and was ready to go out.

Adair failed, he must hold Lester.

"You said you would not leave, why go now."

He used his usual very shameless method. He pretended to be in a daze, directly pulled Lester's coat, and dragged Lester down on the bed.He pretended to make up the knife, and continued: "Look, you are also lying."

"You are all liars, go away and don't come back."

He let go, his shoulders sank into the pillow, and he closed his eyes in a daze.He has sacrificed to this extent, so Lester can't stay for him?The lustful indulgence had an effect, and Leicester really stayed.

The mandarin duck pillow that had always been empty was now available, and Lester slept next to him, raising the temperature of the bed.Lester hugged his sensitive waist, he didn't like other people doing this, it didn't matter if he hugged him normally, and Lester was the first to hug him to sleep.He relaxed and tried his best to drill outside.

Lester's arms held him tightly, which served his purpose, at least not to go away tonight.

"sleep well."

Lester whispered in his ear, the words inexplicably reassured him.

Adair should have succeeded, can he sleep well today? !With this in mind, he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he reached out and touched the bed next door in a daze. It was empty, and Lester was no longer there.When he opened his eyes, there was bright sunshine outside the window, directly shining on his quilt through the window, making it very warm.There was still steaming sober tea on the bedside table. It seemed that Lester had just left.

He got up and changed his clothes and walked into the tunnel to go to Night Walk. Adair was already waiting in his office.

"Do you have any good news for me?"

"I succeeded, and the medicine was handed over to Rixing."

"Okay, you go to sleep."

Looking at the dark circles under his eyes, he gave Adair an afternoon of vacation and let him have a good rest.Adair nodded and turned around, but before leaving, he turned his head and asked, "President, can you tell me how you confirmed that Lester is not in the bedroom?"

"It's not your concern." He sorted out the files of Ye Xing vertically, and made a loud voice on purpose: "Just go and do your work."

Adair didn't give up: "I saw Mr. Su come out of your house today."

"so?"

"Nothing. It's just that I'm thinking too much."

Adair shrugged and left with a smile.He took out a file from the locked drawer and opened the cover page. Vichy's name was impressively written in the name column.Leicester was not stupid. Vichy's actions last night were suspected of delaying time, and the antidote was stolen at that time.Leicester will doubt Vichy, and it is unknown what will happen next.

So is it necessary for Vichy to exist?

The function of escaping life and taking a break can disappear with the end of life. It is not necessarily a good thing to maintain the relationship with Versel's childhood sweetheart, let alone the big trouble that this identity brings with Lester.

Vichy could be gone.

The rational decision overwhelmed his emotions, he picked up a pen and was about to write a fall on the cause of death, but the door was pushed open at an inopportune moment, and he immediately put the document under the table to prevent it from being seen.

Fan Saier pushed the door in and brought him bad news.

"Nuo Ning, the antidote is fake."