forced to be the lover of a mortal enemy

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He pulled the car door subconsciously, and suddenly remembered that the door should not be unlocked, and was about to open his mouth to call Jiang Lun, when the door opened with the force of his hand.

Jiang Lun, who was sleeping inside, didn't close the car door at all.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, walked into the car with a bow, and picked up Jiang Lun who was lying on the ground and sleeping.

The familiar smell and warmth pressed into his skin, Jiang Lun was awakened again, snorted, squinted at the person who disturbed him, and was about to reach out to push him, when he found that the person looked exactly like Lin Yun.

It took several seconds for my head to react before I realized that the one exactly like Lin Yun should be Lin Yun.

"It's annoying."

Jiang Lun complained dissatisfiedly, his face was still hot under the influence of alcohol, he pressed his face against Lin Yun's clothes, and groaned unhappily.

Lin pinched Jiang Lun's face with his fingers, wanting to ask where the handsome men and beauties he was talking about, but laughed at his naivety, hugged him in his arms and closed the car door, and took Jiang Lun to drive his own car.

In fact, Lin Yun wanted to drive Jiang Lun's car directly at first, but this guy didn't know where he left the car keys, and he touched his body but found nothing, so he made this decision.

Fortunately, although Jiang Lun was drunk, he still knew how to grab people with his hands. Lin Yun put Jiang Lun on his back and walked through the noisy party crowd to his side.

"It's so noisy." Jiang Lun rubbed his furry head on Lin Yun's shoulder, and the curly hair swept across Lin Yun's face, a little itchy.

"Do you still know it's noisy?" Lin Yun put the man on the co-pilot, adjusted his behavior to the level of lying down, and fastened Jiang Lun's seat belt, and found that Jiang Lun's eyes opened at some point She looked at herself brightly.

"Hey, are you going to my house?" Lin Yun asked along the way.

"Here you are." Jiang Lun said, while reaching into his pocket, he seemed to grab something, and raised it into a fist.

Lin Yun looked at Jiang Lun's movements, raised the corners of his mouth, and opened his hands.

Drunk Jiang Lun especially likes to give gifts of air, Lin Yun thought this time was the same as before, but suddenly a heavy object fell from his hand.

"Old fox." Jiang Lun muttered, as if complaining, "Bad thing."

The one that fell into the palm of his hand was a small white jade carving of a fox. It was very delicate. If you read it correctly, it was the one that my friend paid a lot of money to design.

"For me?"

"I will lend you good luck." Jiang Lun grabbed Lin Yun's fingers and let Lin Yun's hand hold the little fox.

The warmth and coolness of Yu is close to the palm of his hand, which is very strange. Lin Yun was stunned for a while, then put his head down and put the things in his trouser pocket, took off his coat and covered Jiang Lun, as if talking to himself, whispered, "Let's go, come back." Home."

The car was speeding on the road at night, and when I got home, the time on the clock was the next day.

Lin Yun carried Jiang Lun to the bed, changed Jiang Lun's clothes, and prepared the hangover soup in advance before going into the bathroom to wash up.

He stretched out his hand to tug at the bow tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and slapped warm water on his face, washing away a little tiredness.

After a long absence, Lin Yun felt that he was a little tired from life.

The original plan was overturned repeatedly, and without knowing it, Lin Yun had made several compromises.

"Lend me good luck." Lin Yun suddenly repeated what Jiang Lun said before, "But I... don't need it long ago."

After taking a bath, Lin Yun turned off all the lights in the room, walked into the room under the moonlight, lay on the bed, and pushed Jiang Lun, who was curled up into a ball, onto the pillow before hugging Jiang Lun and closing his eyes.

The hangover soup smelled bad, Jiang Lun sniffed, and sat up with his hair like a chicken coop.

The brain restarted, slowly loading the memory of being drunk last night back to the warehouse.

It may be because he didn't drink much this time, or it may be because the beer in the supermarket is not authentic, so Jiang Lun's memory is surprisingly not lost.

He remembered the phone calls that kept harassing him last night, he remembered that Lin Yun carried himself through the crowd, and he remembered that he gave away the little fox's white jade carving.

Just send it away, why is he drunk, what else would he say to lend you good luck.

So earthy!

Jiang Lun covered his head with claws, buried his head in the bed, and took a deep breath.

"Does the hangover soup smell so bad? The action is so exaggerated?" Lin Yun appeared at the door at some point, with strange messy hair, wearing a lazy sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants.

The matching Lin Yun reduces the usual coldness, and the lines are integrated by soft fabrics, which looks more smoky.

Jiang Lun especially likes Lin Yun dressed in this way.

Seeing Jiang Lun staring blankly at him without speaking, Lin Yun raised his eyebrows: "Stupid? Why don't you speak?"

"Oh, oh, what are you talking about?" Jiang Lun responded quickly, turning his head away, scratching his hair with his hands, and asked belatedly.

"Still in a daze?" Lin Yun brought the hangover soup in front of Jiang Lun, "Take a couple of sips first."

"Huh...it smells so bad." Jiang Lun quickly retracted his head, looking at the hangover soup in front of him in resistance.

"Don't drink if you don't like to drink."

"Then you're still drinking!" Jiang Lun retorted dissatisfied.

Lin Yun smiled: "I won't get drunk when I drink."

"fart!"

Lin Yun pinched Jiang Lun's cheek as soon as he uttered the complaint, "I've been talking about this fart all day long."

Jiang Lun, whose face was pinched, had his cheeks torn apart. He glared at Lin Yun, and Jiang Lun opened his mouth to bite.

Lin Yun let go of his hand before Jiang Lun's teeth arrived, and was handed over by the hangover soup.

Reluctantly took the hangover soup, Jiang Lun took a sip, his facial features wrinkled instantly, "How long have you been simmering?"

"Half an hour." Standing beside him, Lin Yun took out another cup and mixed it with milk tea.

"Then how many hours did you sleep?" Jiang Lun didn't wait for Lin Yun to answer, he quickly pressed the screen of his phone, it was only eight o'clock, so he got up at seven o'clock, and it must have been the next day when he came back last night.

"About five hours, almost." Lin Yun said, looked at Jiang Lun, and asked, "Do you care about me?"

"I'm afraid of your sudden death, then I'm too suspicious."

"Since you care about me so much, I'll take a day off to accompany you today."

Jiang Lun was dissatisfied with Lin Yun's random summary: "I didn't care about you!"

Lin Yun nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, I see."

"..." Jiang Lun murmured again in a low voice, I know what a fart, and then took a sip of the hangover soup, and put the things aside, "Two mouthfuls."

"Drink some milk tea to get rid of the bitterness." Lin Yun took the hangover soup and passed the milk tea cup.

Lin Yun who went out with the hangover soup should have gone to deal with the bowl, Jiang Lun held the cup in his hands and didn't want to leave the bed.

The sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, and the thick blue cloth was pulled apart, only a layer of tulle was separated, and the tall banyan tree outside could be vaguely seen.

The footsteps gradually approached again, and Lin Yun went back and forth, still holding a cookie plate in his hand.

[The author has something to say: It is estimated that half of my book collection is contributed by robots, otherwise I can’t explain why I have received 17 yuan and more than [-] words and still haven’t earned milk tea money. 】