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The last time about buying a car was ruthlessly rejected by Cheng Wang. Not long after, Qiao Beixin thought about buying a house again.

The reason was that Cheng Wang got drunk at Cheng Jing's dinner.

Cheng Jing's offer was won, and he switched to the company he discussed with Cheng Wang last time as the financial director.

The office quickly booked the last working day. Cheng Jing has worked for so many years and is very prestigious in the company. These days, he has been busy with his bosses and colleagues.

Cheng Wang couldn't escape either.

That night, Qiao Beixin worked overtime for a while, and when he was about to go home from get off work, he received a call from Cheng Wang.

"Little Qiao, can you come and pick me up? Brother is a little drunk, I can't handle him alone."

Qiao Beixin asked for the address and took a taxi there.

Cheng Jing looked quite normal, her face was not red, she spoke clearly, and she could walk in a straight line. She didn't look like she had drunk too much.

But it was already here, Qiao Beixin let Cheng Wang go to the car first, and picked up Cheng Jing by himself.

Cheng Jing raised her eyebrows: "What's wrong? I'm not drunk, who do I look down on?"

"..." Qiao Bei's confidant slandered, now it is certain that he was drunk.

Fortunately, Cheng Jing's wine tastes pretty good, she got into the car and sat in the back row, she didn't talk or make noise, she was quieter than Cheng Wang next to her.

After arriving home, Cheng Jing still behaved normally, and he slammed the door.A few minutes later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Seeing Cheng Jing went to take a shower, Qiao Beixin closed the door and went back to see Cheng Wang.

At this time, Cheng Wang had already opened his laptop and started working.

Qiao Beixin touched the top of his head, feeling a little distressed: "Working so late? Need something urgent?"

Cheng Wang nodded vigorously: "It's urgent! It's due in May!"

Qiao Beixin: "..."

Well, this brother is also drunk.

He knew he couldn't reason with drunks, but he couldn't help but say, "It's only November."

Cheng Wang stared at him blankly: "Huh?"

Forget it, Qiao Beixin, with black lines all over his head, saved the document Cheng Wang opened, closed the notebook, carried Cheng Wang back to the bed, and coaxed Cheng Wang like a child: "It's too late, today is still Go to bed first, and I'll help you with the work, okay?"

I don't know which of these few sentences hit Cheng Wang, but he jumped up from the bed and cheered, "Okay!"

Then he quickly took off his sweater and pants.

"Hey!" Qiao Bei was startled, and quickly wrapped him in a quilt, "It's cold! I'll catch a cold soon!"

He wrapped Cheng Wang into a rice dumpling and put it on the bed, and went to the wardrobe to find pajamas for him.

As soon as he left the bed, Cheng Wang jumped up from the bed, threw himself on Qiao Beixin's back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and shouted loudly, "Little Qiao! Carry it!"

Qiao Beixin quickly caught him: "Okay, okay, back!"

He hastily supported Cheng Wang's butt with both hands to prevent him from falling off the bed.

Cheng Wang leaned close to his face again, pouted, and muttered, "Little Qiao! I want to kiss you!"

"..." Qiao Beixin moved her face close to Cheng Wangyin's resounding kiss.

It was too difficult for Qiao Beixin to describe his mood at the moment. He never knew Cheng Wang looked like this after drinking.Funny and helpless, he held Cheng Wang upside down and said, "Xiao Wang, can you tell me... where do you want me to carry you?"

Cheng Wang frowned slightly, thinking in distress, and after a few seconds of silence, he replied: "I don't know! Xiao Qiao! I want to stick it!"

After going back and forth like this for a few times, Qiao Beixin trembled when she heard "Little Qiao!" again.

After making a fuss for a while, Cheng Wang felt tired: "Little Qiao! My hands are sore..."

Qiao Beixin was about to be strangled to death by him, he freed one hand to grab Cheng Wang's arm loosely, and asked him, "Go back to bed and sleep?"

Cheng Wang cheered, "Good! Sleep!"

Without Qiao Beixin putting him on the bed, he jumped off by himself, taking off the only shirt and underwear left on his body at the speed of light.

Then lay on the quilt, motionless.

Qiao Beixin felt his head hurt.

He felt that if Cheng Wang found out that he was rolling on the bed without taking a shower tomorrow morning, he would definitely be awkward again; but now that Cheng Wang was like this, he was really afraid that he would run into Cheng Jing when he took him out to take a bath.

After several struggles in his heart, Qiao Beixin decided to wipe his body, change the sheets, and just let him sleep.

After making this decision, Qiao Beixin carefully opened the bedroom door, and after confirming that Cheng Jing was not outside, went to the bathroom to wash towels for Cheng Wang.

... When I returned to the bedroom, I found that Cheng Wang was acting like a demon again.

He hugged the quilt, blinked at Qiao Beixin, and opened his hands again——

"Little Joe! Hug!"

Qiao Beixin looked down at the towel in his hand, twisted it with his fingertips, and then threw it on Cheng Wang's desk.

The wet towel was heavy, and a drop of water was squeezed out when it was thrown on the table.

He went to pick up Cheng Wang after get off work, and didn't have time to change. He was still wearing a police blue shirt.

Qiao Beixin let out a long sigh of relief, reached out and unbuttoned the top button, and walked towards Cheng Wang.

(...)

No more doubts, no more panic.It seems that as long as you are by his side, you can hand over everything with confidence.

(...)

After tossing enough, Cheng Wang finally fell asleep.

Qiao Beixin wiped her body casually, opened the door and went out to take a shower.

This time, of course, I didn’t forget to listen to see if there was anyone outside the door—I was really scared last time.

The living room was quiet, and there was no light shining through the crack of the door. Qiao Bei thought, Cheng Jing should have fallen asleep too.

He relaxed slightly, and opened the door——

History repeated itself again, Qiao Beixin was once again frightened to death by Cheng Jing standing outside the door, and almost blurted out a national curse.

Cheng Jing was standing in the living room in a daze, and when she heard the door of the younger brother's bedroom opened, she turned her head to look——

The living room did not turn on the light, only the dim light in the younger brother's bedroom could provide some light.But even so, he could see that Qiao Beixin's face was livid.

He wasn't quite sober—or at all—brain and body seemed to be separate, doing their own things.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"..." Qiao Bei was furious, "What's none of your business?!"

If this was under normal circumstances, the two would have to fight with each other.But who made Cheng Jing drunk?He stood where he was, thought for a while, and went back to his room after saying "Oh".

Qiao Bei was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.He returned to Cheng Wang's bedroom and turned around in anger.

As for Cheng Wang, he wrapped himself in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

His face was still a little red, I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or something else.

Cheng Wang woke up at six o'clock the next morning.

After waking up from the wine, he was also sober. He reached out to pick up his mobile phone to check the time, thinking depressingly, on a rare Saturday, he couldn't sleep in late.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt something was wrong, so he got under the quilt to have a look again.

When he came out again, his face was smoking.

Qiao Beixin was sleeping next to him with his back to him, and there were a few fingernail marks on his shoulders. You don't need to think about it to know what's going on!

Cheng Wang lay awkwardly beside him.He couldn't sleep by himself, and when he saw that Qiao Beixin was still sleeping soundly, he was angry again, and it didn't take long for him to make a fuss.

Qiao Beixin raised his eyelids to look at him, tucked up the corners of the quilt, and said, "Don't have any clothes on, don't be cold."

Cheng Wang was about to have another seizure, and the next second Qiao Beixin's arm passed under his neck, holding him into his arms.

Qiao Beixin's voice was still full of sleepiness: "Sleep for a while."

Cheng Wang pinched his shoulders with his fingers, and reluctantly closed his eyes.

When Cheng Wang woke up again, Qiao Beixin was already fully dressed and sitting at the desk watching the computer.

He wrapped the quilt tightly and asked aloud, "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Bei paused, and said in an unclear tone: "Look at the house, I want to buy a house."

"Can't I live in the previous house?"

After last night, Qiao Beixin couldn't stand being controlled by Cheng Jing anymore.

Who can stand it!

He couldn't wait to live alone with Cheng Wang.

But Cheng Wang is used to living in a big house.When I used to live at Cheng Wanyu's place, the living room there was larger than Qiao Beixin's entire house; although Cheng Jing's place was not as luxurious, it was definitely considered a mansion.

Compared with these two places, it is no exaggeration to say that the place where Qiao Beixin lived with his mother was old and small.

He wants to buy a slightly bigger house and live with Cheng Wang.

He still hasn't forgotten what Cheng Wang said before.

"Our future home will have a big balcony!"

Qiao Beixin let go of the mouse in his hand, turned around and looked at Cheng Wang with a serious expression: "I can live here, but I want... I want to buy a bigger house. I want to live with you."

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There are deletions, in old places.

The author couldn't think of a neat two-word title, and began to give up on himself