The creditor is super fierce

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Fu Yi, who just came out of the company, took out his mobile phone, looked at the empty mobile phone without any reply, thought of the scene when he saw him at the entrance of the venue during the day, pulled out the chat box, and just wanted to ask him if he was busy today Busy, you can see it with your eyes. A few days ago, the opposite party replied to me with a word "Busy" that couldn't be simpler.

In the next moment, he hesitated to send the greeting he wanted to send in the chat box.

The driver Lao Chen saw through the rearview mirror that Fu Yi was staring at the phone in a daze as soon as he got into the car, coughed, and asked cautiously, "Boss Fu, do you want me to drive the car to Hecheng Technology to pick up the young master?"

Only then did Fu Yi recover from his daze, put down his phone, and shook his head: "No, just go home."

Forget it, it's fine now, if you force it too tightly, if you force people to run away when they see you like before, the loss outweighs the gain.

When Fu Yi returned to Jinting Bieyuan, the aunt at home was still busy tinkering in the kitchen. He asked in surprise, "I ordered this, what are you still cooking?"

Auntie washed her hands and came up to help Fu Yi take off the suit jacket that he was about to take off. Hearing this, she said with a smile: "The young master just came over. I saw that he drank a lot and was feeling uncomfortable. Thinking about cooking him a bowl of hangover soup, hangover."

He Luo is the only one who can be called the young master in this family.

Hearing this, Fu Yi raised his hand to untie his tie, and asked Liu Fen, "He came by himself?"

Liu Fen replied with a smile: "I came here by myself. As soon as I came, I asked Mr. Fu where you were. I said you haven't come back yet, so he went upstairs to wait for you."

After hearing this, Fu Yi's brows and eyes became a little more gentle, and even his cold face eased a little. He took off his coat, revealed the white shirt inside, and said to Liu Fen, "Go and rest, sober up." I'll make the soup."

Liu Fen thought that he had prepared all the things that should be prepared, and Fu Yi only needed to cook, so she didn't refuse, and left with Fu Yi's changed clothes.

Fu Yi rolled up his sleeves, made a bowl of hangover soup in the kitchen, and went upstairs with the soup.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw He Luo, who was drunk like a little hedgehog that no one wanted, erected his thorny shell, and hugged He Luo, who was curled up beside his bed with his bare feet, his heart beat violently , walked over quickly and asked, "Why don't you go to bed?"

He Luotong looked up at Fu Yi with a red face flushed by the smell of alcohol, and said aggrievedly, "I'm afraid I'll dirty your bed."

He was obviously unhappy and losing his temper, which made Fu Yi baffled. He put down the soup bowl in his hand, forcibly hugged the person on the ground to the bed, sat on his lap, and said softly, "You are not dirty." .”

He Luo pouted: "Then what if I spit on your bed?"

Fu Yi didn't care much and said, "I'll clean up."

When He Luo heard this, he glanced at Fu Yi's face and saw no displeasure on his face. He lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Fu Yi plucked the little curly hair beside his ear and asked him, "Why are you unhappy?"

He Luo pursed her lips, and turned her head to the other side of Fu Yi's shoulder, preventing him from playing with her curly hair.

However, he turned his head to one side, and the curly hair behind the ear on the other side was exposed to Fu Yi again. Fu Yi simply switched sides and waited patiently for his answer.

He Luo rested his chin on Fu Yi's shoulder, puffed his cheeks angrily, and recklessly vomited alcohol on him and asked, "Why are you ignoring me during the day?"

When Fu Yi heard this, she fiddled with his little curly hand: "Are you unhappy because of this?"

He Luo gave a small "hmm".

Fu Yi: "..."

Fu Yi had a feeling that he couldn't laugh or cry.

He pressed his slightly swollen temples, as if explaining and coaxing: "Don't you dislike me appearing in front of your colleagues?"

God knows, the moment he saw him during the day, how much perseverance he used to try not to let his eyes fall on him.

There was a sense of haste even when he left, but the little heartless person lost his temper with him because of this?

He Luo stared in disbelief: "How can I have it?"

Facing his very aggrieved eyes, Fu Yi lowered her eyes: "Isn't there, huh?"

Looking at Fu Yi's extremely deep and firm black eyes, He Luo felt guilty for no reason.

The dizzy and swollen head was very understanding to help him turn out a picture. When Fu Yi came to pick him up at the door of their company last time, he hurriedly dragged him into the car. He didn't show up at the door of their company, even if he went to pick him up, he sat in the car and never got out of the car.

Obviously these pictures are easily overlooked, but for some reason, He Luo remembered them all at once.

Thinking about it, it was even more embarrassing.

He glanced at Fu Yi's handsome face, and turned his head away again, not daring to look directly at him.

Fu Yi pinched his ears. He didn't know whether it was the ears that were red from embarrassment, or the ears that were purely red from the smell of alcohol. The cold and magnetic voice asked again in his ears: "Is there not?"

"Hmm——" Facing Fu Yi's questioning again, He Luo, who didn't know what to do, could only pretend to be stupid and covered his head, making a uncomfortable look, "It hurts so much, so dizzy."

While acting, he secretly watched Fu Yi's reaction.

Fu Yi quietly watched his performance for 2 minutes, then took the hangover soup that had just been put aside: "I know it's uncomfortable, why do I have to drink so much?"

He Luo didn't find any other expressions on Fu Yi's face, and He Luo, who felt that he had escaped a catastrophe, licked his lips and said with some aftertaste: "It's delicious."

It's really delicious.

In the past, he only dared to taste the wine, he didn't drink it deeply, and he couldn't taste the taste, but after being poured by Huang Yuhui last time, he tasted some taste, this time he tasted the sweetness of the wine, the more he drank, the better he tasted , I feel that the pores and the body and mind are comfortable.

The important thing is-

He Luo glanced at Fu Yi. After drinking, he dared to do anything he dared not do now.

Fu Yi saw that he was so drunk that his face was flushed and he didn't say anything, he couldn't even straighten his tongue when he spoke, and he was still savoring the taste of the wine, angry and funny, what is this, he is so addicted to food?

Scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup, blew it cold, and fed it to He Luo's mouth: "Drink a little."

Seeing that the color of the soup in the bowl was dark and rich, He Luo curled his lips in disgust, not wanting to drink it.

Fu Yi laughed and said: "Drinking sober up will make you feel better, otherwise your head will feel even worse tomorrow."

He Luo was dubious: "Then let me try drinking a little?"

"Ah."

He Luo lowered his head hesitantly and took a sip. He said it was a sip, but in fact it was just a little bit with his lips, and there was no entrance.

However, when the taste buds tasted the taste of the soup on the tip of his lips, He Luo's eyes lit up instantly. He really likes this taste!

Seeing him like this, Fu Yi scooped up some soup and fed him again: "Is it delicious?"

This time, He Luo didn't dislike it anymore, and obediently opened his mouth to drink: "It's delicious! Sweet!"

After finishing speaking, she felt that Fu Yi was feeding too slowly, so she took the bowl by herself and gulped it all up.

This move of his obviously pleased Fu Yi, after he finished drinking, he took a square handkerchief to wipe off the soup left on the corner of his mouth for him.

Drinking the hangover soup immediately relieved the stomach burned by the alcohol, and made him feel comfortable physically and mentally. He Luo put his arms around Fu Yi, happily rubbing against him like a kitten.

Fu Yi, who had been suppressing herself since entering the door, was bitten by his back molars, and had no choice but to hold the person in his arms, and whispered: "Don't move."

He Luo raised his face and cast a puzzled look at him, meeting his clear and hazy eyes with a little wine red, Fu Yi just kept a calm face, rolled his throat, and stared at him with a deep expression. He didn't say anything.

Fortunately, He Luo wasn't too stupid. Feeling something, he lowered his head and glanced at Fu Yi's pants. His face, which was already extremely red, became even redder. He looked at Fu Yi's face that was always cold. With a handsome face, he tugged at his sleeve hesitantly: "I, I'll wait for you on the bed."

After speaking, the man slipped out of his arms, ran to the bed with a swish, and lay down with his eyes closed like a gift waiting to be opened, obediently waiting for Fu Yi to open it.

His appearance caused Fu Yi to pause his breathing for a few seconds, but the picture in front of him overlapped with a picture many years ago, reminding him of the afternoon when he met He Luo for the first time many years ago. The investor found him quietly, and mysteriously said that he had put a small gift that he absolutely liked in his room.

At that time, the company had just gone public, and he, who had no contact with this aspect, really thought it was just a small gift, so he didn't pay much attention to it. When he got drunk and went upstairs to rest, he realized that he didn't know when he was lying on the bed. personal.

Obviously his room is not very bright, even because of the old sandalwood furniture in the room, it looks a little old-fashioned, but where he is lying, it is like a ray of bright sunshine, instantly lighting up his whole life. There is no bright bedroom.

He just looked at it so quietly that his heart was trembling, his throat was tight, his eyes turned around in the room, and he didn't see anything other than people. At that moment, he understood, the gift that the investor said , is the little guy in front of him.

It may be that people who live in darkness all year round are too eager for light, or it may be driven by pure desire. At that moment, he couldn't restrain himself from bowing his head and kissing the person on the bed.

I just touched it lightly, and I didn't even have time to savor the taste, but I was kicked by someone: "You are perverted!"

"Can't you tell that I'm a man? You kiss me even though you know I'm a man. You're so perverted that you can't be cured!"

Fu Yi was also taken aback by his kick and his reckless swearing, and looked at him with frowned eyebrows: "Aren't you..."

Before he finished speaking halfway, he remembered that the person in front of him was He Rongchang's youngest son. How could He Rongchang send his youngest son to his bed with his business status? He just wanted to explain it to others. Like a small firecracker being lit by someone, they crackled and said a lot.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, you think everyone is as perverted as you, you go up and kiss a man when you see a man, don't you think I'm here to warm your bed, don't even think about it, you Who do you think you deserve me to warm your bed..."

Those sharp words back then still echoed in Fu Yi's ears, accompanied by his extremely desperate and repulsive cries at the Hongsheng Hotel last time.

"But I don't want to, I don't like it, I don't want to try it with you."

The spark that had just ignited was extinguished in an instant, and Fu Yi looked away from the bed with a bit of suffocation, and went straight to the closet at the side to take out a pajamas.

He Luo lay on the bed with his eyes closed. After lying for a long time, he didn't hear anything beside him. He secretly opened his eyes and looked at the person beside him. He didn't see him approaching the bed. Instead, he took his clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Glancing at his pants, he asked in surprise, "Why don't you fix it?"

Fu Yi's footsteps towards the bathroom paused, and even the words he spoke were extremely stiff: "I'll just wash up." After saying that, she turned around and entered the bathroom, turning on the lights and closing the door in one go.

He Luo looked at the closed bathroom door, feeling puzzled for a while, didn't they all already do that, plus today he did something wrong, so it's normal for him to do that.

He Luo looked down at his skin that was reddened by alcohol. Could it be that he was unattractive when he was drunk?

That's not right, he was drunk like that last time at the Hongsheng Hotel, and Fu Yi still had that kind of meaning for him, so there's no reason why he can't do it this time.

He Luo rolled over and got out of bed, approached the bathroom, opened the door of the bathroom, looked at the person who was taking a bath inside and said, "Let me help you."

The author has something to say:

Lolo, who is repeatedly jumping around in Fu Yilei District——

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I originally wanted to write the next chapter together, but because I am too lazy, I have not finished writing it until now. Please read it first.

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