editor in chief come after me

Fu Yao struggled twice, buried his face in the pillow, the editor-in-chief lifted up his pajamas, he only felt that all the pores on his back shrank, but before he could tremble, one hand placed on the Wipe back and forth on his back.

At the beginning of that hand, the fingertips were cold.After wiping it several times, the fingertips became warmer, and the back that was wiped by the warm fingertips became more and more relaxed because of the warmth.

Fu Yao held his breath, turned his face to the side, and breathed in the fresh air. The air was full of the smell of alcohol, and Fu Yao frowned slightly.

Seeing that Fu Yao was finally willing to move his face out of the pillow, Lu Chenqian couldn't help but smiled, and talked to Fu Yao who was frowning with his eyes open.

"There is no antipyretic at home. There is only a bottle of white wine left, just rub it and the fever will go away." When Lu Chenqian said this, Fu Yao was even more stunned. What does white wine have to do with reducing fever.

"I had a fever when I was a child, and my mother rubbed it on me with alcohol."

After a while, Fu Yao made a sound and said, "Your mother is so kind." As for why he said that, Fu Yao thought he might be a little envious.

The wine on Lu Chenqian's hand was dry, and he stuck some more on his hand while holding the bottle, "Raise your arm."

Fu Yao's mind is still a little messed up, and now he feels like being at the mercy of others. Lying on the bed, he stretches his arms whenever he asks, and lifts his legs when he asks him to.

Lifting his arm weakly, Lu Chen pinched his wrist with one hand, and wiped Fu Yao's armpit with the other hand soaked in alcohol.

The lights in the bedroom are not turned on, but the lights from the community enter the room through the gauze curtain, the eyes can clearly see the outline of the person sitting on the bed, and the nose can smell the smell of this home.

He was very close to the editor-in-chief, and the editor-in-chief's breath happened to pass by his arm. Sometimes he could feel it and sometimes he couldn't.

"Editor, I've never done this before."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yao laughed, a little silly.

"Which way?" Lu Chenqian only thought that he was crazy from drinking too much, put down one arm, "raise the other arm."

"That's it." Fu Yao complained a little why the editor-in-chief couldn't understand, but he should be obedient and put down one and lift the other, "When you have a fever, rub alcohol to reduce the fever. I can count them, and I am in good health."

Lu Chenqian pursed his lips and began to wipe Fu Yao's arms. Fu Yao probably felt uncomfortable with the pajamas stuck around his neck, so he got up and took off the pajamas without doing anything, and then lay back on the bed again.

The scar left by the stitches on Fu Yao's arm was not very clear, he was not a scar physique.But he didn't care too much about the heavy scars, he could cover them with clothes, and he didn't want to go out naked to meet people.

Fu Yao felt the editor's finger lingering on the scar for a while, and he exaggeratedly shouted, "It hurts!"

This kind of joke is a small expert in adjusting the atmosphere, but it seems to have failed on the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief ignored him, but his fingertips no longer lingered on the scar, and every time after that, he deliberately avoided that piece of skin.

"Wine with roommates?"

Fu Yao answered vaguely, saying yes.

"I didn't want to trouble him, so I didn't ask him to send you back?" Lu Chenqian could already figure out Fu Yao's way of thinking.

But this time Fu Yao just hummed lightly, as if he didn't care about this matter, but this attitude made people feel Fu Yao's rejection of this matter.

"Why drink?" But Lu Chenqian didn't intend to let Fu Yao go.

"People drink when they are in a good mood, drink when they are in a bad mood, and drink when they are not in a bad mood." Fu Yao carefully counted thousands of reasons for drinking, and finally found out, "So, there is no reason for drinking."

"Why are you pinching me!" Fu Yao, who was dizzy after being pinched by Lu Chenqian, expressed his anger.

"You are the perfect blend of sophistry and liar."

Lu Chenqian poked the red heart instantly, Fu Yao remained silent.At this time, Lu Chenqian had finished wiping Fu Yao's palms. Lu Chenqian put the lid on the wine bottle and placed it on the lamp table beside the bed.

After wiping Fu Yao, Lu Chenqian was going to take a bath, and wipe him again when he came back.

Although Lu Chenqian changed into pajamas after returning home, his body was still a little wet, which made Lu Chenqian feel very uncomfortable. He put the wine bottle and stood up, and Fu Yao's voice came from behind him.

"Your friend likes you, what will you do?"

Lu Chenqian frowned and turned around, "What do you want to do?"

"Me?" Fu Yao moved under the quilt, "I didn't think about what to do."

It's really Fu Yao's usual style, Lu Chenqian thought secretly, he went to the bathroom without saying a word.

He just stayed in the bathroom for more than ten minutes and took a shower.When he came out, Fu Yao had already fallen asleep on the bed, his cheeks were still flushed, but his forehead was no longer hot.

Even so, Lu Chenqian took the wine and wiped Fu Yao from head to toe before going to sleep.

Early the next morning, Fu Yao found himself lying naked on the bed. As for the cold and fever, he was far away from him.

He sat on the bed and thought for a while, recounting what happened last night, and then pressed his temple silently.

Last night when he came out of Jiang Yu's house, it was raining outside. He happened to pass by a bar and looked in from the window of the bar. There were not many people, so he ran in.

shelter from the rain.

He was just going to take shelter from the rain.The strange thing is that the place he chose to take shelter from the rain was a bar, and he was also saddened by the music playing in the bar for a long time.The bartender just looked at his wet shirt and said, do you want to have a glass of wine to warm up your body.As he got his wish, he took glass after glass of wine and drank it down.

When he got drunk, he rushed out like a warrior regardless of whether it was raining outside.By the way, he paid for the drinks in cash all over his body, and he really didn't even have a dollar for the bus.

Or even if there was, he didn't know where the money was.

It is not easy for him to drink like this and find his way to the editor-in-chief's house.

Later, the editor-in-chief bathed him and wiped the wine for him according to him, and listened to the nonsense he said when he was burnt out.

If these words were put in normal times, Fu Yao would never ask them.

Your friend likes you, what do you do?

If he was given another chance, he would definitely sew his mouth shut so that he would not be able to speak in a daze.

This morning, Lu Chenqian didn't mention a word about what happened last night, or it can be said that Lu Chen didn't speak a word the previous morning, and when they got to the newspaper office, the two of them didn't have a chance to talk, except for what was necessary for work.

Fu Yao was actually happy to see this situation, he wished the editor-in-chief would forget what happened last night.

And he didn't see Jiang Yu after get off work that day, and Jiang Yu was not waiting for him at the gate of the newspaper office, which made him feel relieved.

Fu Yao stood at the door of the newspaper office, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.His gaze was slightly turned to one side, and he saw the person over there looking at him. When the person saw Fu Yao's gaze on him, he immediately moved his eyes away, and Fu Yao was stunned for a moment.

What was in that man's eyes?It felt a bit obscure, and Fu Yao couldn't find the answer for the time being.But Fu Yao knew that when he was scrutinized by that gaze, he felt very uncomfortable and uncomfortable.But I don't know where this feeling comes from, and how to avoid it.

It is not so easy to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Watch that person go away.

That person was none other than his editor in chief, his landlord, and the man who took care of him when he was sick last night.

"Why haven't you left yet? Didn't you leave me and run very fast just now?" Zhang Shen walked out of the newspaper office, with a female colleague standing beside him.

Fu Yao ran really fast just now, he needs to confirm whether Jiang Yu has come or not.

Fu Yao touched his hair, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and looked at the female colleague next to Zhang Shen, "Don't you also need my company?"

"Let me tell you, what are you two making fun of me for talking about? I'll lie down, okay?" This female colleague has always had a good personality, and this is a click of the tongue, 'rebuking' Fu Yao and Zhang Shenlai.

"How dare you, the two of us will lie next to you immediately, one on the left and one on the right."

"You're poor," the female colleague interrupted Zhang Shen speechlessly, "Why didn't you go with the editor-in-chief? I just saw the editor-in-chief standing in front of me and Zhang Shen."

The female colleague looked around and found that the editor-in-chief's car was gone.

Fu Yao was a little absent-minded, and the focus was on the second half of the female colleague's speech. He responded, "Just leave, with Editor-in-Chief Han."

"Han Xuyu? The one from the entertainment version?" The female colleague thought for a while, but she matched the person and the name. "The two of them have such a good relationship, they are inseparable, and they are like each other."

After finishing speaking, the female colleague covered her mouth and smiled for a while.

Fu Yao immediately felt that the word was used incorrectly, how could it apply to the editor-in-chief and editor-in-chief Han.

The female colleague said something self-consciously, and suddenly realized that her original intention was not to say this, "Why do I say this. Fu Yao, why don't you take the editor-in-chief's car?"

Fu Yao was stunned for a moment, feeling bad in his heart.

"What are you doing in the editor's car? Don't I have a car?" Zhang Shen said confusedly about the situation.

"Fu Yao lives in the editor-in-chief's house, what's the matter with you sending it away." When the female colleague said this, Zhang Shen and Fu Yao were all stunned, "You think so, Fu Yao?"

Fu Yao nodded with difficulty, and then the female colleague bid farewell to the two of them in a comfortable manner after speaking, leaving Zhang Shen looking at Fu Yao in surprise.

"...Actually, in fact, the thing is like this..." Fu Yao told the story of being kicked out of the school, and concealed all the previous events of selling the house.

Zhang Shen sighed, expressing his understanding.But Fu Yao found that this guy still looked depressed, and even suggested, "Why don't you come and live with me, and I'll charge you a lower rent."

Fu Yao was amused when he heard it, "Are you short of money? If you are short of money, you will sell your car."

"It's not a matter of lack of money or not." Zhang Shen stamped his feet with grief and indignation on his face, "Why don't you understand."

"Understand what?"

Zhang Shen clenched his fist, "You won't move, will you?"

"Don't move."

"Then be careful, editor-in-chief."

Fu Yao felt that Zhang Shen might be thinking too much, "Is the editor-in-chief a criminal, a robber, or a hacker?"

Is it possible to keep him in captivity, and then kill and eat meat during the Chinese New Year?

"Don't believe it yet," Zhang Shen was very serious, but Fu Yao still laughed at the next moment, because Zhang Shen said.

Zhang Shen said that the editor-in-chief was gay.

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