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

On the way home, Qi Fengyu remained silent.

At the beginning, Mu Shaoai was thinking about that kiss, but he was embarrassed to speak up, so he took the tablet and started to deal with his work. When he calmed down completely, he turned his head and found that Qi Fengyu had already fallen asleep.

"No wonder it's so quiet...it was so difficult just now." Mu Shaoai mumbled amusedly.

He looked at the tall man who was firmly tied to the seat by the seat belt, his chin moved little by little, and his bundled hair fell down at some point. The half-length broken blond hair fluttered around his head, like It's fairies playing with each other.

When Qi Fengyu fell asleep, his face was no longer cold, but the deep facial features seemed to be able to easily absorb the light, so that those usually unobtrusive details were exposed to Mu Shaoai's eyes one by one——

There are marks left by frowning all the time between his eyebrows, and his temper is not very good at first glance; his lips are extremely thin, but the curvature is naturally drooping, and there is an unpleasant sense of oppression without using force; the eyelashes are very long, but there is no curvature at all , hanging there like a fan, casting a deep shadow, making his sunken eye sockets even deeper.

Although this face is exquisite, it does not make people feel the urge to offend.

It's like his usual gentleness and calmness are all fake.

Qi Fengyu seems to always think that his disguise is perfect, but life is not a film and television drama, no one can pretend to be himself all the time without revealing any flaws...

Mu Shaoai is not a fool, he is just willing to pretend to be a fool.

He swept Qi Fengyu's facial features one by one, and his brows gradually became gentle.

... I don't know when Qi Fengyu will discover this.

After Mu Shaoai spent a lot of time counting Qi Fengyu's eyelashes, the car finally stopped at the door of the apartment.

He pulled out the sight of himself slipping onto those seductive lips, unfastened his seat belt, and patted Qi Fengyu's thigh: "Wake up, we're home."

The creases between Qi Fengyu's eyebrows immediately piled up, he pushed his hand aside, changed his posture and leaned back on the back of the seat, the brows slowly relaxed, as if he was about to fall asleep and not wake up.

Mu Shaoai let out a light "tsk", got out of the car by himself, walked around to the opposite side to help him open the car door, unbuckled his seat belt, and helped the man get out of the car.

When the cold wind blows at night, Qi Fengyu shivered, and reluctantly opened his eyes.

He stared straight at Mu Shaoai who was helping him to the elevator. After watching for a while, he suddenly laughed without haze for some reason, and called him with a drawn-out tone: "Shao Ai, you're back."

Mu Shaoai was so yelled that half of his body was numb.

It's like being coquettish.

He looked back and found that Qi Fengyu had slept for a while, as if he was even more drunk.

I'm afraid it's because the alcohol has woken up the body again, making it more mellow.

...drunk enough to talk nonsense.

Mu Shaoai shook his head helplessly, and continued to take him into the elevator with great difficulty. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qi Fengyu seemed to be unable to walk suddenly, and put his entire weight on him.

Although he once did such things as being "drunk", he and Qi Fengyu are not in the same weight class at all, and Qi Fengyu's tendons are not filled with plastic foam.

Mu Shaoai was so exhausted that he was out of breath, and he still thought with pleasure that maybe everything that happened tonight was his retribution for pretending to be drunk last time.

As if thinking that tormenting him like this was not enough, Qi Fengyu, who was honest just now, started acting like a monster again.

First, one hand touched his face, stroking his browbones, cheeks, and jaw, then Qi Fengyu squeezed his face hard, pulled a smile on both sides, and murmured: "Are you really... ?”

Mu Shaoai was so pinched by him that he couldn't even bite his voice clearly: "I'm really Lan Si..."

He rolled his eyes, took out a hand and patted the hand that was doing evil on his face, "Don't make trouble!"

Qi Fengyu raised his head unsteadily, with a double image in front of his eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch Mu Shaoai, but it was in vain.

He trembled in his heart, and subconsciously hugged Mu Shaoai's shoulders tightly, pillowed his head on it, and muttered and groped: "I have to... I have to make sure."

With great difficulty, Mu Shaoai got him into the elevator and pressed the floor. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt something warm envelop his earlobe. His heart beat heavy and fast for a moment, and he didn't have time to feel it. What, in the next second, the hard teeth bit the piece of soft meat.

Mu Shaoai groaned in pain.

"It will hurt...it's true."

Hearing his scream, Qi Fengyu let go, and subconsciously rubbed his white and tender earlobe with teeth marks, and murmured unconsciously.

What kind of truth did you bite me to confirm? !

Mu Shaoai covered his mouth with all his strength, for fear that the screams would call the security guards.

He was so angry that he wanted to give Qi Fengyu a hard time, but when he turned his head, he saw Qi Fengyu's unwilling eyes staring at him without blinking.

With a smile on his face, and a bit of inexplicable resentment in his stupidity, as if he was the only one he could see, he groped his cheek over and over again, whispering his name: "Shao Ai, Shao Ai, Shao Ai..."

Every call seemed to be begging for something, but Mu Shaoai waited patiently, and he didn't follow up again.

Mu Shaoai can only tell himself that Qi Fengyu is just drunk, don't be as knowledgeable as a drunk.

He took a deep breath for a while, and the pain in the earlobe did not hurt so much, and Qi Fengyu calmed down, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the earlobe where he had just been attacked by a wild dog, no, a domestic dog, because he touched a pair of teeth marks, he couldn't bear it. Zhuo took a deep breath.

Qi Fengyu kept watching his movements. Seeing this, his eyes dodged subconsciously, and he asked a guilty conscience: "...does it hurt?"

Mu Shaoai almost rolled his eyes to the back of his eye sockets, "What do you think? Let me try to bite you?"

Qi Fengyu barely hesitated, put his hand to his mouth, and said seriously: "You bite."

Mu Shaoai: "..."

He looked at the slender and beautiful porcelain-white jade-like hand in front of him, and he really couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Qi Fengyu seemed to notice it too, he tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly opened his mouth to enclose Mu Shaoai's earlobe again.

"Don't bite! God—ah...fuck!" Mu Shaoai covered his mouth, swallowed the subsequent voice, and his whole face flushed.

Qi Fengyu didn't continue to bite him.

He didn't know what was going on, and after kissing her hard, he began to lick the tooth marks on the earlobe carefully.

After taking a good look at the lump of soft meat, he let Mu Shaoai go, raised his head, and asked him: "Also, does it hurt? Saliva can kill bacteria."

...but my ears didn't bleed!

Mu Shaoai's face was flushed, and he glanced at the camera in the elevator again and again. He pressed his hands firmly on the person who was about to kiss him again, and shook his head frantically, "It doesn't hurt anymore, just be more honest..."

Mu Shaoai didn't struggle, nor tried to stay away from Qi Fengyu, but just hugged him tightly to restrain his movements.

Qi Fengyu felt another person under his body, and he was obedient.

The elevator reached the top floor, and Mu Shaoai dragged Qi Fengyu forward.

Seeing the unfamiliar corridor and security door, the man thought hard for a while, but couldn't find any useful information, and asked dully, "Where are we...going to?"

"My house." Mu Shaoai was out of breath, and struggling to help him open the door, trying to bring someone into the house.

But when Qi Fengyu heard that this was his home, he suddenly pushed him away, holding the porch firmly with both hands like a chaste man, refusing to take a step further.

"Your house? Why do you want to go to your house?" Qi Fengyu looked confused, and his originally dull eyes gradually became lively.

Mu Shaoai was drunk and fought all night, and had to deal with stress and a drunk Qi Fengyu, so he was exhausted.

He couldn't move Qi Fengyu, so he could only lean against the door frame, and said angrily: "Do you still remember that you sold yourself to me? If you remember, just obediently go upstairs and go to sleep. If there is any problem, we will talk about it when we wake up tomorrow."

"...Prostitution?" The word seemed to awaken some of Qi Fengyu's sanity.

He glanced around the apartment, as if he had finally regained some of his sanity, recognized where the lady was, no longer blocked the door, but walked obediently into the room and closed the door.

Before Mu Shaoai could figure out how to coax him to sleep, he took the initiative to change his shoes and staggered upstairs.

"Hey, slow down." Mu Shaoai was afraid that he would fall from the stairs, so he hurriedly chased after him. Fortunately, Qi Fengyu's balance ability is not bad, although he looks wobbly, his feet are very stable.

Mu Shaoai wanted to help him upstairs, but Qi Fengyu suddenly became stubborn and persistently wanted to push him away.

Afraid that he would fall, Mu Shaoai could only follow behind him cautiously.

He thought with all his heart that a certain drunkard had finished his tricks today, and all he had to do next was to coax him to bed, but after reaching the second floor, Qi Fengyu did not return to his room, but leaned against Mu Shaoai's door Go up, turn to look at him, and order vaguely: "Open the door."

Mu Shaoai thought he had misidentified the room, so he frowned with a headache: "You went wrong, the second bedroom is your room."

He dragged Qi Fengyu up and wanted to stuff it in his own room, but Qi Fengyu grabbed him with all four limbs, once again showing the loyalty of a chaste and fierce woman, and refused to obey.

After pushing and shoving for a long time, Mu Shaoai was sweating all over his body, and his eyes were reddened by the alcohol smell from Qi Fengyu's exhalation. He couldn't bear it any longer, pushed Qi Fengyu away forcefully, and asked in a broken voice, "That's your room over there, where are you?" If you don't go to sleep, why do you have to come into my room?"

This evening, he was really tired.

He swore that he would never let Qi Fengyu touch alcohol again.

But distant water can hardly quench near thirst, and this kind of awareness cannot wake up the drunk in front of him all at once.

Just as Mu Shaoai pushed Qi Fengyu away, the man staggered a few steps unsteadily, propped his arm on the wall for a while, and then bounced back to Mu Shaoai like a ball, entangled him like an octopus, and didn't let him Chance to sneak back into the room.

"Sleep." Qi Fengyu's hot breath sprayed against his ears, and he replied confidently, "Go to your room, of course, um, to fulfill my obligation... You have spent 5000 million, and I will always make you worth it." Back to the fare."

As he said that, he suddenly exerted strength, surrounded Mu Shaoai, and pushed him against the door of the room.

The moment he hit the door, Mu Shaoai heard a bang, but he didn't feel any pain.

Qi Fengyu firmly protected the back of his head with his palm.

He subconsciously "hissed" and didn't bother to think about whether this person was awake or drunk. He anxiously pulled out Qi Fengyu's hand that was resting on the back of his head. When he saw the back of his hand was red, he couldn't help complaining: " You can't calm down and go back to sleep, what can we talk about tomorrow?"

Qi Fengyu let him fiddle with one hand, while the other hand supported the door, trapping Mu Shaoai in the small space between the door and his body, breathing gradually became heavier, and those already dark eyes became more and more intense. secluded.

And Mu Shaoai still didn't know anything about the danger, with his head down, he was still stroking the back of his red hand.

This guy……

Qi Fengyu's heart was itching uncomfortably, and under the influence of alcohol, the primitive animal nature completely broke free from the cage.

He lowered his head, intentionally pressed against Mu Shaoai's ear, panted, and asked as if he was suppressing something: "Don't you...don't want to? You should enjoy the rights brought by the 5000 million, based on what it was supposed to do way, what do you think?"

Qi Fengyu's ending sound seductively lifted up, taking advantage of Mu Shaoai's unpreparedness, he pushed his knee up, and buried his head completely in the socket of his neck.

A piece of tenderness.