Affectionate male partner quit

Today I drove Jian Zhuo's car to the company and Lai Ying's old house.The sedan does not have a partition like a nanny car, and the driver is in front.Jian Fanchen took a breath, pretending nothing happened, and didn't want to argue with a drunk person.

"You just do it, you have to burn tonight, no one cares about you." He hadn't been so angry for a long time.

In vain, he still worries about other people's health, and others don't care at all.

As soon as the words fell, the car was silent for a while, the driver turned on the stereo thoughtfully, and the jazz music started.

As if aware of Jian Fanchen's emotions, Gougou felt aggrieved again, sniffed and murmured that he had a headache.

"You still have a headache..."

Jian Fanchen wanted to hate him again, but he suddenly leaned his head on Jian Fanchen's shoulder.

"Brother... I'm sorry..."

The fluffy hair tickled Jian Fanchen's neck.But as soon as he turned his head away, Gougou followed him.

Clingy.

It's still the same after ten years.

Dog Gou got hotter after drinking.

The space in the car was closed, and the smell of alcohol was fermenting mixed with body odor.

"I didn't drink on purpose, brother..."

"Don't be angry, brother..."

"Brother...can you justify me..."

"I'm not a bad boy..."

"If you justify me, I'll be good..."

The intermittent words lingered in Jian Fanchen's ears accompanied by warm breath.

Jian Zhuo's voice was very soft and low, almost drowned in the jazz, so Jian Fanchen was sure that only he could hear these whispers.

He found that he always couldn't bear to blame Jian Zhuo, this guy really made people unable to be cruel.

"Brother... I will never drink again... Don't be angry..." You promised.

Jian Fanchen suddenly realized that his mood fluctuated so much today.Because he thought that Jian Zhuo would get sick again, he actually thought about it like an old woman?It doesn't fit his personality.

When did his relationship with Jian Zhuo become so close?

"Brother is so nice..." Jian Zhuo muttered indistinctly, "Don't be so nice to them..."

Jian Fanchen didn't understand where the endless words came from, so he just took his hand out of his hand and put it on his forehead.

There should be no fever.

It's not far from Ying's old house to Jian Zhuo's neighborhood, but when he arrived at the apartment building, Jian Zhuo had already turned into a puddle of mud, firmly stuck to Jian Fanchen's body.

The driver turned off the music, didn't look back, but said professionally: "Boss Jian, let me take him upstairs."

Jian Zhuo suddenly raised his head in a daze, squinted his eyes and looked out the window: "It's my house... Thank you brother for taking me home, I'll go up by myself..."

After speaking, he let go of Jian Fanchen, opened the door on the other side and got out of the car.

Jian Fanchen and the driver got out of the car.

Jian Zhuo staggered, and the driver immediately went over to help him.

He stood firm and pushed the driver away: "I can..."

Jian Fanchen stood aside to see if he didn't intervene. He always felt that this kid was pretending to be sober and confused at times.

The driver glanced at him, he nodded, and the driver let go of Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo stumbled into the apartment building, collided with the uncle who came out of the elevator, and looked like he was about to vomit while grabbing his clothes.The uncle was startled and pushed him away, cursing.

Jian Fanchen was startled, and hurried up to apologize to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... He didn't do it on purpose when he drank too much, and I will compensate you if his clothes are dirty."

The uncle patted his clothes with disgust and found that they were not dirty. He gave them a hard look and cursed as he walked, "Young people nowadays..."

Jian Fanchen glanced at Jian Zhuo, and pushed open the elevator door.

"Go in," he snapped.

Gougou walked obediently into the elevator, turned around and looked at him nervously like a schoolboy.

Seeing Jian Fanchen walking in, Gougou's expression immediately relaxed.

Jian Fanchen shook his head, pressed the 11th floor, and took another look at Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo became very honest again at this moment.

He is very obedient in front of his master, but he will cause trouble if he leaves half a step away.

Gotta watch.

When the elevator stopped on the 7th floor, an old lady came up.Jian Fanchen immediately stopped Jian Zhuo, fearing that he would scare people.

But Jian Zhuo was very honest this time, and didn't move.Jian Fanchen smiled at the old grandma.

As soon as he entered the house, he walked in without changing his shoes, straightened up and fell on the sofa, turning into a puddle of mud again.

Jian Fanchen changed his shoes and walked over to take them off for him.Looking at the person who seemed to be asleep, he thought for a while, glanced at the bedroom upstairs, and remembered last night.

"Don't think about me carrying you again." He grabbed the blanket beside him and covered it angrily, "I can take care of you when I was sick yesterday, but don't think about me carrying you again when I'm drunk today."

Very principled.

He looked at his watch, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go home.

As soon as he walked to the door, the person on the sofa turned over and fell on the carpet.

Jian Fanchen turned his head and looked at the mangy dog ​​on the ground: "..."

"Brother...I want to drink porridge..." Gougou said.

Jian Fanchen sighed, walked back and pulled him up: "Go upstairs, and I'll serve you porridge."

"I want porridge..." Yuanyuan's dog looked at him, but his eyes were a little confused tonight.

Jian Fanchen negotiated the terms: "You go upstairs first, and I'll serve it for you."

"I want the porridge cooked by my brother."

"I cooked it, you go upstairs first, otherwise there will be no porridge."

Jian Zhuo nodded mechanically, got up and walked towards the stairs, but suddenly returned after taking two steps.

"Black... afraid..."

Jian Fanchen: "...You are such a big man, are you afraid of the dark?"

Jian Zhuo had an aggrieved expression on his face: "Brother accompany..."

Helpless, Jian Fanchen went upstairs to turn on the light for him, and after watching him lie down, he went downstairs to serve porridge in peace.

This is his first time cooking porridge, just like making capsule coffee for the first time. Although it is an easy task, for someone who has never cooked, it is like accomplishing some great event.

Jian Fanchen thought, he would also eat a bowl later.Even though the dinner at Ying's house today was full of big dishes, they were all so delicately prepared that he was a little hungry.

He went upstairs with the porridge, and Jian Zhuo sat obediently on the bed under the quilt and waited for him.

"Can you eat by yourself?" Jian Fanchen asked his sobriety.

Jian Zhuo nodded, then shook his head again.

Jian Fanchen didn't dare to give him the bowl directly, and looked down, but he didn't know how to feed people.

"Brother, I can eat by myself." Jian Zhuo stretched out his hand.

"You really can?" Jian Fanchen hesitated for a few seconds, and carefully put the bowl in his hand.

After confirming that he could hold the bowl firmly, Jian Fanchen let go of his hand.

Jian Zhuo took a bite, without expression.

Jian Fanchen asked, "How does it taste?"

Jian Zhuo looked up at him, silent.

Jian Fanchen's heart tightened, is it so unpalatable?

"Very... unpalatable?" He felt guilty.

Jian Zhuo lowered his head to scoop up a spoon again, and stretched out the bowl in front of him: "Brother, try it..."

Looking at the porridge in front of him, Jian Fanchen became more and more guilty.But the food you make yourself can't just harm others.He gritted his teeth, boldly opened his mouth and took a sip.

It's delicious.

He froze for a moment, looked at Jian Zhuo, and even doubted his own taste buds.

Jian Zhuo said sincerely, "Is it delicious? The porridge cooked by my brother is the best."

Jian Fanchen: "Delicious? Delicious is your expression?"

He just thought he had done some dark cooking again.

Jian Zhuo didn't reply, he took the bowl back contentedly, and started eating by himself, even bigger than before.

Like a dog that is afraid of being snatched.