Prefer to like

The author has something to say: Gradually become a mosquito coil_§:з)))”∠)_

Carrying Song Xianfei all the way out of the bar, Cheng Yi didn't pull him off his shoulders until he was out of sight of the group of people, his face full of disgust.

"If you can't drink it, don't drink it. It's so good, I almost put myself in it."

Song Xianfei leaned close to Cheng Yi's body, frowning tightly, not sure if he could listen to it, but kept shaking his head and saying that he was uncomfortable.

"You deserve it!" Cheng Yi helped him up cursingly, and dragged Song Xianfei towards his sports car, "It's all because of that bastard Qu Heng, I didn't expect him to be so perverted, he would be punished sooner or later! Song Xianfei, Director Song, you are gold-plated or diamond-encrusted, why are you still being missed by men, huh?"

Song Xianfei groaned a few words, as if responding dissatisfied.

Cheng Yi let out a breath of cold air from the tip of his nose, and freed up a hand to open the car door, but at this moment Song Xianfei's body twitched suddenly, bent over and covered his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Yi glanced at him strangely, then his complexion suddenly changed, and it was too late before he could say the two words.

The medicine mixed with the alcohol was all mixed in the stomach, and Cheng Yi had to go through a lot of torture when he carried it out, it would be difficult for anyone to hold on.

Song Xianfei bent down and vomited happily until the anxious feeling in his stomach was relieved, then he rubbed his mouth on the cloth in front of him in satisfaction.

"Song, Song Xianfei?"

It took Cheng Yi a long time to recover from the shock, his voice distorted several times, the clothes alone were several times higher than his current monthly salary, especially the pair of limited-edition shoes on his feet, originally for It has been on the official website for two months.

It's good now, it's covered with unsightly filth, and some of it is even dripping down, Cheng Yi felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and felt that the blood vessels from head to toe were about to explode one by one.

"I-fuck-you-Master!" Cheng Yi gritted his teeth tightly, spit out the fragrant words word by word, then shook his hand, and pushed Song Xianfei to the ground in disgust.

Regardless of whether Song Xianfei is dead or alive, he has nothing to do with Cheng Yi!

"It hurts..." Song Xianfei curled his body into a ball after falling to the ground, trembling as if he was very frightened, and there was a clear cry in his voice, "Don't hit me... Please."

"When did I touch a finger of yours?" Cheng Yi was speechless, turned around and took out a pack of tissues from the car, wiped the dirt on his clothes and shoes, and threw it into the trash can not far away with one hand.

As for Song Xianfei... When he was thinking about whether to throw it away or take it away, he looked up and saw a young couple not far away looking towards his head, and they seemed to be holding up their mobile phones to take pictures.

"Yes, I have met the uncle."

Cheng Yi gritted his teeth helplessly, suppressed his nausea, picked up the person on the ground and stuffed him into the co-pilot, then pulled the seat belt to fix him on the seat, "Uncle Song, can we be more honest?"

In this situation, he must not be able to go home. Cheng Yi navigated to a hotel with a decent star rating, and drove straight there.

It was the peak tourist season, and the rooms in the hotel were almost full. Fortunately, a couple with their children said they had urgent needs to check out. After the family of three left, Cheng Yi directly booked this room.

While waiting for the guest room to be cleaned up, he took out a lot of tips and handed over a few employees at the front desk to help buy clean clothes. He didn't know what to look at in his current distress, and one of the girls always looked up at him from time to time. Looking at him and Song Xianfei, his eyes were full of inexplicable ambiguity.

Cheng Yi shook his head and smiled wryly, not to mention that he was vomited all over his body, and he had to bring a hundred and ten catties unconscious man to the hotel to get a room, so no one was lucky.

After entering the guest room, I found that it was a parent-child suite, with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. However, Cheng Yi was quite satisfied with the bathtub in the bathroom. It should be specially designed for a family of three, and the place is spacious enough.

After throwing Song Xianfei on the sofa, he took a shower by himself first, and after washing off the smell of alcohol on his body, he immediately felt much better.

Cheng Yi went back to the living room and planned to tidy up Song Xianfei before going to soak in the bathtub for a while, but he didn't expect Song Xianfei to roll from the sofa to the carpet when he left the fart meeting. It looks very funny.

"Song Xianfei, what do you want to do after you've vomited?" Cheng Yi walked over and picked him up, smelling the smell of alcohol on his nose and couldn't help frowning.

"Brush your teeth, take a shower, pee." Song Xianfei answered honestly, reaching out to untie his clothes.

"It's all like this and you still know how to brush your teeth and take a bath." Cheng Yi said angrily, but still helped him to walk towards the bathroom.

After Song Xianfei simply rinsed his mouth, Cheng Yi asked him to support the sink first, and then turned around to get the towel.

But drunk people often have their own thoughts, when Cheng Yi turned around, Song Xianfei also turned around.

Within two steps, he swayed left and right, followed by his whole body leaning sideways.

When Song Xianfei fell down, he subconsciously grabbed the object in front of him. The bathroom floor slipped, and Cheng Yi was also defenseless at this time, so Song Xianfei pulled the bathrobe and fell into the bathtub next to him.

The cold water that was supposed to be used to clean the bathtub completely soaked the two of them.

In a panic, Cheng Yi put his hand on the back of his head, and the violent impact was completely replaced by his poor left hand.

"Song, do you fucking want to die?" Cheng Yi gritted his teeth and cursed, and then sighed leisurely in the next second, ready to fish him out of the bathtub.

Unexpectedly, Song Xianfei's hands tightly strangled his neck, and it became extremely difficult for Cheng Yi to get up.

"Let go of your hands first." Cheng Yi tried to break free from Song Xianfei's restraint, but was tightened by him.

"Don't go..."

Song Xianfei half-opened his eyes, seemingly drunk but not sober, perhaps because of the alcohol burn, the skin from the tips of the ears to the chest showed a faint red color, and the skin was faintly visible under the wet shirt.

This man seemed to have torn off the usual disguise, took off the lukewarm mask, and presented the softest and most authentic side to himself without reservation.

Cheng Yi only felt that most of the anger that had risen just now was extinguished in an instant, and even his breathing was a little short.

"Cold..." After soaking in the cold water for a while, his whole body was a little cold, Song Xianfei raised his waist subconsciously, and put himself close to the only warm place around him.

When he was close to him, Cheng Yi only felt his scalp tingling like an electric current passing by, and his body couldn't help becoming soft. He found that he didn't reject Song Xianfei's actions very much, and he didn't feel disgusted either.

It's strange, he shouldn't feel this way, he used to be inexplicably disgusted by anyone's physical contact of any kind, but now he is not.

Cheng Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling like he was mentally ill, and Song Xianfei was a fucking man, how could he...

But then, his thoughts seemed to be paused, and it seemed that there was a "dangerous" substance that ignited at the slightest bit, crackling and bombarding in his mind.

Song Xianfei...seems to be...kissing himself.

Cheng Yi was completely numb, and felt that the other party's soft and cold lips were rubbing up his neck little by little, and would stop for a short time when they touched the water drops, and then carefully suck them off.

Because of rinsing his mouth, Song Xianfei's alcohol smell on his lips became very light, but his breath was hot, which on the contrary irritated Cheng Yi's nerves even more.

Song Xianfei's throat seemed to be burning, and his subconscious mind was still unclear under the drug control. He only felt that he wanted to get anything that could relieve the pain.

In the end, he stopped at a soft and slightly cool place, and carefully touched it with the tip of his tongue.

Just this moment, Cheng Yi's rationality was completely blown away.

Sober people tend to be more impulsive than drunk people, especially when they are suddenly aroused by desire, and get lost in the confusion for a short time.

Cheng Yi got up vigorously and sat Song Xianfei on his lap, holding the back of his head with his left hand as a fixation, and then moved close to cover his lips.

If it was just impulsive at the beginning, then it becomes uncontrollable. Things like desire and words will only inflate more and more, and there is no way to stop it.

One was demanding violently, and the other was blankly letting the other party do whatever they wanted. The two half-kneeled in the bathtub, intertwined and entangled within a few square meters visible.

Rampage and a little clumsy.

Song Xianfei gradually felt a little suffocated, and bit down on the opponent before his consciousness was completely lost.

Cheng Yi woke up from the pain, and after being separated from Song Xianfei for a few seconds, he rolled and crawled out of the bathtub at an extremely fast speed.

"Fuck!" He slammed his fist on the tiled wall, knelt on the floor mat in the bathroom and gasped for breath. After a while, he regained some sobriety from the extreme shock.

He thought that maybe he was really crazy to do such a thing to Song Xianfei.