After losing his memory, he was chased by his green tea ex-boyfriend

Mu Shaoai only drank a glass of red wine and didn't eat anything throughout the night, and quickly emptied his stomach, but even if he had nothing to vomit, he couldn't stop his physical nausea, retching repeatedly, and I couldn't stop shaking violently all over my body.

Qi Fengyu frowned worriedly, helped him with one arm, supported his limp body, and patted his high back: "Are you all right?"

The strength in his hands was a bit heavy, but for Mu Shaoai in this state, it was just right.

Mu Shaoai shook his head with difficulty, and relying on his strength to support him, he dragged his limp legs and feet to the corner on the other side, sat down on the edge of the flower bed, panting unceasingly.

When Mu Shaoai's condition improved slightly, Qi Fengyu noticed the convenience store not far away, and his brain gradually eroded by alcohol suddenly cleared up, and he said, "Wait here for a while, I'll go buy water."

After speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but the force from his wrist stopped him from leaving.

Mu Shaoai raised his hand wearily, put it on his cheek, and rubbed it lightly: "No, just stay with me for a while, just blow some air."

Because the alcohol evaporated, the heat was blown away by the cold night wind, his cheek was as cold as a piece of ice stuck to the back of Qi Fengyu's hand, and the warm breath brushed the skin of his fingers, the heat didn't stay for a few seconds It was swept away by the evening wind.

Seeing that he was no longer trembling, Qi Fengyu didn't insist anymore, but sat beside Mu Shaoai so that his head could rest lightly on his shoulder.

He wrapped Mu Shaoai's shoulders with one hand, and kneaded the stiff shoulder and neck muscles as if helping him relax: "Okay, listen to you."

His voice was still slightly hoarse after drinking, perhaps because his mind was paralyzed by the alcohol, but the tenderness inside was undisguised.

The evening wind is cold, but strangely gentle.

Mu Shaoai leaned against Qi Fengyu's shoulder with her eyes closed, and after a while, she whispered as if she had made up her mind: "...Don't you want to ask me something?"

Qi Fengyu trembled, turned his head slightly, and looked at the hairy head resting on his shoulder.

Mu Shaoai's well-groomed hairstyle had been completely scattered in the beating just now, and after being soaked in sweat, the broken hair was messily stuck to his cheeks, blocking the sharp bones, making his cheeks look as big as a palm , like a child who hasn't grown up yet.

He closed his eyes, but his eyelashes were trembling nervously.

"I want to ask, but I'm afraid you don't want to say it... Do you want to say it? If you don't want to, then don't say it." Qi Fengyu muttered.

Hearing his frank and almost straightforward words, Mu Shaoai's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help saying: "I want to tell you——"

Qi Fengyu kept staring at the broken hair on Mu Shaoai's face, feeling inexplicably an eyesore, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to stroke the sweaty lock of hair behind his ear, but that hand, which was supposed to be well-behaved, was under the influence of alcohol. Next, he rubbed Mu Shaoai's soft earlobe uncontrollably.

Mu Shaoai had already planned to speak, but was startled by his next little action, and stopped abruptly: "——You!"

He raised his head to look at Qi Fengyu, and found that although the man was not visible on the face, the movement of raising his head was half a beat slower with him, and the whole person had a vague sluggishness.

This is...a little drunk?

Sure enough, if half a bottle of white wine goes down, it is impossible to have no effect at all.

Mu Shaoai shook his head amusedly, the courage he finally gathered and the pain in his heart dissipated together, he gave up the idea of ​​saying something, stood up, and planned to take the drunk home.

But as soon as he stood up, Qi Fengyu pulled him back forcefully, and he fell into the man's arms unsteadily.

The man didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. He wrapped his arms around his waist and let him sit on his lap, breathing in the smell of cologne from his body, and said in a low voice, "Since you said it, finish it."

As if he thought the smell was very good, his head lowered lower and lower, and was about to be buried in Mu Shaoai's neck.

Mu Shaoai: "..."

This is a familiar scene.

The difference is that last time Mu Shaoai pretended to be drunk, but this time, Qi Fengyu was really drunk.

Maybe it's because the cologne smells so good, Qi Fengyu vigorously sniffed Mu Shaoai's neck like a big dog suddenly activated by some strange excitement.

Mu Shaoai was so itchy by his breath, he had to stretch out a hand, forcefully pushed his head out, and said dumbfoundingly: "Don't smell it, it smells like wine, what's so good about it. "

"It doesn't stink, it smells good. Mu Shaoai... smells good." Qi Fengyu was upset, and wanted to get rid of his hand that was blocking him, but he was reluctant to let go of his waist, distressed that he only had two arms, so he could only protest He pushed his palm with his head.

The smooth hair became a little messy due to the rubbing movements, and the slightly curled ends of the hair swept across the palms, making even Mu Shaoai's heart itchy slightly.

The drunk Qi Fengyu is much more honest than usual...

The next time he said that he cared about him because of the 5000 million, Mu Shaoai would gag him with what happened tonight.

After gaining some meaning from that kind of intimacy, Mu Shaoai even forgot that he was still sitting on someone's lap.

He forgot, but Qi Fengyu, whose brain is almost running on a single thread, will not forget.

He stared at Mu Shaoai dissatisfied, put his arms around his waist slightly, and urged him again: "Say."

"What are you talking about... Drunkard, get up and go home." Mu Shaoai was pushed hard by him, and his chest hit his shoulder, and he almost fainted.

He rubbed his chest, and tried to get up again: "Hurry up, it's time to go."

His strength was far from enough to fight against Qi Fengyu, and he was reluctant to deal with him in the same way as he used to deal with Josnian. After pushing and shoving for a long time, he failed to achieve anything, but angered the man instead.

Qi Fengyu narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Mu Shaoai stared back.

It doesn't make sense with drunks, but the people coming in and out of the club door make Mu Shaoai more and more anxious. Although they are in the corner now, there is no guarantee that some drunks want to come here to empty their stomachs.

This time, he used some strength in his hands, and opened Qi Fengyu's crossed palms in front of his lower abdomen.

Qi Fengyu raised his eyebrows high, and his face was almost written with the words "It's against you". Without waiting for Mu Shaoai's reaction, he slapped Mu Shaoai hard on his ass, and taught him a lesson: "If you tell me, just say it!" , I'll get up naturally after I'm done."

A crisp "pop" sound.

It not only resounded in the air, but also resounded in Mu Shaoai's heart.

Realizing what Qi Fengyu had done, Mu Shaoai widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief——

He, unexpectedly, hit, him, fart, ass!

The feeling just now seemed to still be on his buttocks, it hurt but it didn't hurt, but that sense of shame was definitely something he would never forget.

"You—" Mu Shaoai gritted his teeth, feeling ashamed and angry, and wanted to scold him, but the drunk in front of him obviously didn't like anything.

The drunkard who didn't like oil and salt raised his chin and looked at him inscrutablely. Seeing that he didn't say a word, he raised his hand that had just dropped.

Seeing that he had a tendency to do it again, Mu Shaoai was numb.

After Qi Fengyu got drunk...is that the case?If he had known this would happen, he might as well have drunk that glass of white wine just now!

Mu Shaoai was very angry, but he couldn't find a way to vent it.

——It's just that this person is blocking the drink for him to get drunk like this.

"Okay, I'll just say it." Mu Shaoai lowered his head in frustration. He spoke very fast, explaining at a high speed like a machine gun. He just wanted to explain quickly and take Qi Fengyu home together, so as not to continue to be ashamed here: "I I didn't have many things since I was a child, and I'm not good at socializing, Lu Ran and Josnian are my only friends, losing them... would make me a little sad."

Speaking of the latter, his tone inevitably became heavy.

But because of Qi Fengyu's trouble, his mood was unexpectedly not so heavy, and he accepted this reality more easily than he imagined.

"People change, at least what happened today...it's not your fault at all." Seeing the sadness on his face, Qi Fengyu subconsciously stretched out his hand to paste it, comforting him.

After finishing speaking, he rubbed Mu Shaoai's cheek with the palm of his hand soothingly, there was an obvious struggle on his face, and finally turned his head very childishly, and said reluctantly: "...Lu Ran should not be involved in it, He was also used."

"I know..." Mu Shaoai was surprised that he noticed that Lu Ran was called away by the phone midway, looking at a man who could be said to be honest, he couldn't help but ask with some kind of impulse: "What are you talking about?" It seems that you don't like Lu Ran very much, why?"

Qi Fengyu glanced at him resentfully, did not answer, but let him go, stood up himself, took his hand and walked towards the parking lot.

It doesn't matter to Mu Shaoai if he doesn't get an answer, as long as Qi Fengyu can stop being drunk and obediently go back with him, it will be thankful, and he doesn't intend to continue to press him.

He originally thought that he would not get the answer, but when the two walked halfway holding hands, Qi Fengyu suddenly said, "Because you like him."

Mu Shaoai reacted blankly for a while before realizing that he was answering the question just now.

He turned his head to the side and looked at Qi Fengyu without any embarrassment, he was still on the side of his sullen face, and suddenly couldn't control the smile that appeared, his eyes were bent when he laughed.

He couldn't help but tease again: "But I like you too."

"It's reasonable," Qi Fengyu curled his lower lip, as if he wasn't surprised by his answer at all, "I don't like him too much."

It took Mu Shaoai a while to realize that the "he" in Qi Fengyu's mouth... refers to himself.

He doesn't like himself.

"Why?" Mu Shaoai asked in a complicated tone, never expecting to get such an answer.

This time, Qi Fengyu, who had always acted like a robot who would get an answer after typing in a question, did not answer his question, but kept his mouth firmly shut.

The two walked to the parking lot in silence and got into the car.

Mu Shaoai let Qi Fengyu go in first, then bent down to buckle his seat belt, raised his head when he was done, but suddenly noticed the wound on his face that had just been blown apart by glass shards.

The length of the knuckle is not deep, but it is a bit shocking because the blood condenses on the wound.

That was the anger he couldn't restrain, and it was also the concern he couldn't hide.

Mu Shaoai paused when he got up, maintained a half-bent posture, stared at the wound, and asked as if bewitched: "When you wake up...will you remember what happened when you were drunk?"

Qi Fengyu lowered his eyes to look at him, and when he looked at him, his deep pupils were slightly turbulent.

There was a light blush on his face, but he replied without hesitation: "No, I will be in pieces when I wake up the next day, and I won't remember anything that happened tonight."

Deceiving.

Mu Shao Ai Xin said.

Even though he knew that Qi Fengyu was lying, he still pretended not to know, lowered his eyelashes, tried hard to restrain the heat on his face, and said softly: "That's good."

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and gently branded a kiss on the bright red wound.

"Thank you for everything you have done for me." He said quickly with his reddened cheeks.

After that, he quickly closed the car door and walked around to the other side to get in the car.

No, I should thank you.

Qi Fengyu closed his eyes at some point, quietly reminiscing about the short enough and long enough second just now.

Mu Shaoai's lips are like the softest petals on a flower that blooms in spring, they will leave at the touch of a touch, but such a soft feeling stays in Qi Fengyu's heart for a long time, making him greedily want more, more.

He wants this flower to bloom only for him.