docile pet

The author has something to say: it will end tomorrow~~~~~

Zhan Jingyang was so drunk that he couldn't even walk, so he had to stay in the studio.Fang Mian originally planned to go back to Xingfu Community, but now in order to take care of him, he had to stay.

The studio originally prepared a room for the assistants to rest. Zhu Ting and Liu Shuman would stay in the studio when they were drafting manuscripts, but they didn't live there often.

Fang Mian struggled to resist Zhan Jingyang to the guest room, and threw him on the bed like a sack, trying to take off his coat, but he firmly held his hand.

"Brother Mian, come with me to Shanghai, come with me..."

started again.

Fang Mian didn't want to bother with the drunk man, he just wanted to put him to sleep and rest, but Zhan Jingyang was too strong, he almost made Fang Mian fall on top of him when he exerted too much force.

"Zhan Jingyang!"

The lights were not turned on in the room, only the light from the corridor came in a little, the darkness gave Zhan Jingyang confidence, he held Fang Mian's hand, and boldly looked at Fang Mian.

"Brother Mian, you...you don't have to go to Shanghai with me, then you can date me, I, I have been secretly in love with you for a long time, I like you the first time I saw you..."

Fang Mian frowned, and broke free from him: "You are drunk, go to sleep."

Zhan Jingyang sat up immediately: "I'm not drunk! I'm telling the truth! You...you have feelings for me too, but you just dare not admit it, otherwise why did you help me two years ago, why did you treat me so well , help me with any difficulties I have?"

Fang Mian stood by the bed and said with a cold face: "That day in the park, no matter who was sitting there crying, I would give milk tea and tissues, and I helped you only because someone helped me unconditionally when I was in the most difficult time. And as I said, I already have a partner."

Zhan Jingyang sneered: "What kind of object are you? You should think of a better reason for rejecting me. Can that male model live with you? Can he hug you? Can he take care of you when you are sick? Are you capable? Tell him to show up for me now!"

Fang Mian avoided his gaze: "He's just too busy..."

"Tch, is it interesting to deceive yourself like this? Why are you still so naive at the age of 30?"

Fang Mian laughed angrily: "Zhan Jingyang, even if I don't have a date, I just said 'no' clearly, which means I don't want to accept you. Don't you understand this truth even after you graduated from university?"

"I don't understand! How can I not be as good as him? I am also tall and have abdominal muscles! Don't you like this?"

After Zhan Jingyang finished speaking, he rushed towards Fang Mian and stretched his neck to kiss him. Fortunately, Fang Mian reacted quickly and dodged it with his face turned sideways.

"Zhan Jingyang! I'll warn you for the last time, if you dare to mess around again, get the hell out of here!" Fang Mian was so angry that his chest heaved violently, allowing Zhan Jingyang to sit on the ground without standing still.

There was severe pain in the tailbone, and Zhan Jingyang sobbed, apologizing to Fang Mian and begging him for forgiveness, and then asking Fang Mian to accompany him to Shanghai, crying with tears and runny nose.

Fang Mian's frown deepened, and he looked at Zhan Jingyang condescendingly: "How old are you, and you think that no matter what you cry, there will be results? I just pretend that you are drunk and don't talk to me about what happened today. You care about it, if you continue to pester me with this matter tomorrow, I will kick you out directly."

After speaking, Fang Mian slammed the door and left.

Zhan Jingyang sat on the ground and cried for a while, then slowly fell asleep leaning against the edge of the bed.

I don't know how long it took, Zhan Jingyang woke up from the cold. He sat on the ground, slowly recalling all the things before falling asleep, and suddenly felt sad.He didn't regret confessing to Fang Mian, but was sad that Fang Mian didn't promise him.

What he told Fang Mian was the truth. In the park two years ago, Fang Mian, wearing a light-colored turtleneck, entered his life like a savior.He is gentle, reliable, mature and considerate. He taught Zhan Jingyang to paint without reservation, and helped him deal with the difficulties at home, as if nothing could trouble him. Who wouldn't be tempted by such a person?

But such Fang Mian rejected him because he fell in love with the little male model on the Internet, Zhan Jingyang was very unwilling.

It was too cold, Zhan Jingyang shivered and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.He took out his phone and checked the time, it was 3:10 in the morning.

Climbing up from the ground by the light of the mobile phone, Zhan Jingyang stumbled to the door, twisted the doorknob and was about to go out, when suddenly he saw the light coming in from the half-open door.

Who will be outside at this time?

Diagonally opposite this guest room is the kitchen. Fang Mian's room is on the second floor. It stands to reason that there should be no one in the kitchen at this time, but the light is on.

Zhan Jingyang was wondering when he suddenly heard a muffled voice, and then a figure came into sight.

It was Fang Mian who finished drinking the water and put the cup into the sink. He opened and closed his mouth and said something. Zhan Jingyang couldn't hear it clearly, but saw another tall figure sticking up to him, and put his hand on Fang Mian with familiar movements. On Mian's lower abdomen, and then all the way up, it got stuck on Fang Mian's chin, forcing him to raise his head to kiss him, but Fang Mian not only did not refuse, but obediently hugged his waist with his backhand.

Zhan Jingyang's eyes widened immediately.

Who is that man?

Fang Mian's interpersonal relationship is extremely simple, and Zhan Jingyang has never seen such a person in the past two years.From this angle, Zhan Jingyang could only see his shoulder-length curly hair, and he was ridiculously tall.

Hiding in the dark guest room, Zhan Jingyang opened a crack in the door to peek at everything in the kitchen, not daring to breathe.

He saw Fang Mian, who was usually polite and estranged to him, said something affectionately against the man's chest, and then the man picked him up and walked towards Zhan Jingyang.

Zhan Jingyang was so frightened that he quickly hid behind the door.

It took a while for the footsteps to disappear upstairs before Zhan Jingyang dared to take a deep breath. He calmed down for a few minutes, opened the door like a walking dead, and walked slowly to the kitchen to pour water.

My throat is a little sore, maybe I have a cold.

Thinking back to the scene he saw just now, Zhan Jingyang was still in shock. He never thought that Fang Mian still had such a seductive side...

Zhan Jingyang poured a cup of hot water from the water dispenser, was about to turn around and go back to the guest room, when he suddenly saw a tall man leaning against the sliding door of the kitchen, staring at him unkindly.

"!!!"

Zhan Jingyang was so frightened that he lost his soul, he almost yelled, he let go of his hand, and saw that the glass was about to fall on the tiled floor and shatter, when suddenly a big brown hand firmly caught it, half of the glass inside Not a drop of water was spilled.

Fang Pei put the glass back on the table, and a pair of amber eyes looked Zhan Jingyang from beginning to end.

"It's you who keep my wife from going home tonight?"

"Who...who?" Zhan Jingyang was already 185 tall, but the opponent was half a head taller than him, and the strong sense of oppression made Zhan Jingyang take two steps back.

Long curly hair, brown skin, tough facial features, a strong figure revealed from the nightgown...

The man in front of him gradually overlapped with the man on Fang Mian's computer desktop and cell phone wallpaper in Zhan Jingyang's memory.

Zhan Jingyang knew who he was.

He is the male model that Fang Mian likes!

what happened? !

Isn't Fang Mian just chasing stars online?Why did he appear in Fang Mian's studio? !

"It's your boss Fang Mian. Didn't he just mention me to you tonight? Forget about it after sleeping?" Fang Pei didn't hide his contempt. He obviously knew that Zhan Jingyang was pestering Fang tonight. Mian thing.

Zhan Jingyang stared at the person in front of him dumbfounded, remembering that not long ago he was talking nonsense in front of Fang Mian, asking him how he was inferior to Fang Pei, now that he saw a real person, Zhan Jingyang knew that no matter in appearance or figure, I am far inferior to him.

"Zhan Jingyang, isn't it? My wife is kind-hearted, and she likes to help wild cats and dogs on the side of the road, but please find out where you are. A wild dog is a wild dog. Don't really think that it's right for someone to feed you two pieces of meat." You are interesting."

Fang Pei curled his lips into a smile, his eyes contemptuous and complacent.

"He will help you only because you cry like me."

After finishing speaking, Fang Pei put away his hostility and showed a perfect model smile: "I am usually very busy, and sometimes I am not in China, so you have never seen me. Thank you for helping me take care of him. I will invite you when I am free in a few days." You have dinner in the studio, so now—good night."