Are you in love, my white moonlight

Sure enough, he has grown up, and his strength is not small.

Yongjipu frowned, the dull pain caused his Adam's apple to roll around, and he couldn't help but let out a soft hiss from his throat.

Probably this sound startled the drunken Yuan Deng, he paused for a moment, then loosened his clenched teeth suddenly, and turned his head away.And Yongjipu wiped his lips with his thumb, and saw a layer of blood on his fingertips.

It seems that I really worked hard, and my teeth are very good.

Yongjipu took out the paper and wiped his lips casually to wipe away the blood stains.

"Are you still angry?"

"No." Having said that, Yuan Deng sat on the seat crookedly, with his back to Yongjipu.

Just now, I sighed that he has grown up, but this scene looks like the young master who loves to play tricks.Yongjipu shook his head and smiled silently, leaned over and took a blanket from the back seat, spread it on Yuandeng's body.

"Covered."

Hearing this, Yuan Deng moved a bit, and as soon as his fingertips rested on the edge of the blanket, Yong Jipu quickly pressed it back, "Little Deng, be obedient."

"..."

Yuan Deng shrank into the blanket and did not move.

The car started, and the night wind poured into the car from the half-closed window, making a circle in the car leisurely. The sound of the wind was like the best hypnotic sound. Consciousness is slowly withdrawn.

When Yuan Dengmi woke up, he was lying in a dark room, the bedding was soft, the tip of his nose was filled with a faint woody fragrance, mellow and warm.Yuan Deng moved, and found that under his palm was a flexible and firm body, and the warmth came from the place where the skin touched.

"……What's wrong?"

The close chests vibrated, and then a pair of powerful arms rubbed Yuan Deng into his arms. Yongjipu's deep and pleasant voice rang in his ears, and the murmur was tired, and his hands were also touching. She patted his back lightly, as if to comfort him: "I won't leave, Xiao Deng, don't be afraid."

What does this sentence mean?

Yuan Deng's hangover brain turned numbly, and the fingertips on the opponent's body moved.

And Yongjipu seemed to be awakened by this slight movement. After a while, he turned over, brushed the broken hair on Yuandeng's forehead with his hand, and asked softly, "Are you awake?"

Yuan Deng gave a "hmm", and looked up to see the other party's dark eyes, his face was reflected in the pupils, and there was a blood-scabby tooth mark on the lower lip.He staggered his eyes and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

"10 o'clock." Yongjipu glanced at the electronic clock beside the bed and said, "Wake up for breakfast?"

"It's 10 o'clock?" Yuan Deng turned over and got up slightly, with a surprised face, "Aren't you going to the company?"

"Today is a day off." Yongjipu said while reaching out to support Yuandeng to prevent him from falling.

Yuan Deng glanced at him in surprise—this man is a complete workaholic, and he often spends time in the company even during holidays, which is rare today.

Is it because of this tooth mark?

Yuan Deng's gaze lingered on Yongjipu's lower lip for a moment.

"Go wash up." Yongjipu avoided Yuandeng's sight and urged him, "Come over for breakfast when you're done."

This scene seems familiar.

But he was full of joy at that time, but now he is in a complicated mood.

Yuan Deng turned and went to the bathroom.Standing in front of the sink again, I saw myself in the mirror still changing into a bathrobe as before.He lowered his eyes and wanted to take the cup and toothbrush, but he paused slightly - his cup was filled with water, and the toothbrush was lying on the cup, and the toothpaste had been carefully squeezed out.

"..." The corners of Yuan Deng's mouth curled up, then flattened again, and he let out a soft hum from his nose.

"Xiaodeng, are you okay?" Yongjipu called him from outside.

"It will be ready soon!"

Yuan Deng accelerated the speed of washing, tidied himself up quickly, and sat down on the dining table, which was already filled with exquisite breakfast, and sitting at the other end of the dining table was Yongjipu.

"Drink this first." Seeing Yuan Deng sitting down, Yongjipu pushed him a glass of water, and the clear yellow sweet liquid swayed in the glass.

Yuan Deng took it suspiciously: "What is this?"

"Honey water." Yongjipu added flatly, "You drank wine yesterday."

Yuan Deng took a sip, the honey water was well adjusted, sweet but not greasy, this bit of sugar softened the corners of his brows and eyes.

Yongjipu glanced at him and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable today?"

Yuan Deng felt it and said, "It's okay."

"That's good." Yongjipu nodded, brought him a cup of soy milk, and pointedly said: "Drink more soy milk and less alcohol in the future."

Yuan Deng elongated his voice: "Understood——"

Yongjipu smiled and urged him: "Okay, hurry up and eat breakfast. After you finish eating, I will take you to school."

"Oh." Yuan Deng's head drooped, and the man urged him to leave.

"What's the matter? You should still have class in the middle of the week today, right? I remember you said that your class is almost full this semester."

"...It's all right." Yuan Deng lowered his head and poked the folds of the steamed stuffed bun.

"Okay, don't be depressed. Students always have to go to class." Yongjipu rubbed his head with a smile, "Good boy."

After breakfast, Yongjipu delivered the lantern to the west gate of Huada as promised.

"Then I'll go first." Yuan Deng stepped out of the car and closed the door.

"Wait." Yongjipu called out to stop him.

Yuan Deng looked back suspiciously, a small bag was handed out from the gap in the car window, and stuffed straight into his hand.

"What is it this time?" Yuan Deng raised the bag and asked.

But Yongjipu didn't answer him, only said: "You will know when you turn around. Now go to class first." While talking, he bent the corner of his eyes, and his gentle smile blended into the warm morning sun, shaking Dazzled.

"Let's go." Yong Jipu waved goodbye to him, then started the car, turned around, and drove away from Huada West Gate, looking in the direction of Yong's Building.

Yuan Deng stood there watching the car slowly drive away, gradually turning into a small, distant black spot, and finally disappeared.

A long time ago, he stood in the terminal building and watched the other person go away in the same way. After passing the security checkpoint and turning a corner, he was no longer seen.After he walked out of the terminal with a feeling of sadness in his arms, he saw every plane flying in the sky, and felt that there might be the person in his dream sitting there.

But that's all in the past.

Yuan Deng let out a long breath, hugged the bag to his chest, turned and walked towards the teaching building.

Today is not a morning class, and the time to go out is relatively early, so when he opened the door of the classroom this time, there were still ten minutes before he rang the class bell.

"Are you here? Sit here quickly." Seeing Yuan Deng approaching, Zhang Jitong removed the textbook he had placed on the table.

Yuan Deng put down his schoolbag and sat down short: "Thank you."

Zhang Jitong looked at him with a look of worry and self-blame on his face: "By the way, you should be fine yesterday, right? After drinking, you looked like you were poking over, and you didn't let us get close. At that time We should have stopped you when it was time to order wine."

"It's okay, what can I do?" Yuan Deng smiled back and asked him, "What about you? There shouldn't be any problem, right?"

Hearing his answer, Zhang Jitong's hanging heart fell to the ground, and he replied with a smile: "Don't worry, we're actually not very drunk."

"That's fine." Yuan Deng nodded, took out the textbook for this class, spread it out in front of him, thought for a moment, and brought the bag Yongjipu gave him to him.

Zhang Jitong looked at him from the side, and saw Yuan Deng holding the bag intently, with secret joy hanging from the corners of his brows and eyes.

That bag looks unremarkable.But Zhang Jitong had seen this bag before. Yuan Deng brought an identical bag to school before, and it seemed that it was given to him by that man.

"Yuan Deng." Zhang Jitong said suddenly.

"Huh?" Yuan Deng looked up at Zhang Jitong.

Zhang Jitong clasped his fingers to search for Huatou. After a moment of silence, he said: "Our team won the business championship, so we can go to Ross for an internship. Are you going?"

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After Yuan Deng was drunk, he was like a puddle of mud, reeking of alcohol.

Yongjipu took him back, and after tidying up everything with great effort, he helped Yuandeng onto the bed, tucked up the quilt for him, and raised his hand to dim the light. his finger.

——"Brother, don't go."

I'm back buzzing.

Kavin stuck for a long time, I knelt down and confessed.