The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

The rooftop quickly became quiet.

Jiang Nan's eyes fell on the messy table and he sat still.

Song Xiaolou was still rubbing against him, muttering thank you, and also mentioned Zhou Ya's name and wondered why Cheng Ze was at odds.

I muttered for about 5 minutes.

Song Xiaolou realized dizzily that no one was paying attention to him, so he opened his eyes in a drunken state and looked around.

I vaguely saw the boy wearing bright yellow Spongebob pajamas. He stood up slightly and swung his arms across the table, as if he had taken something.

"...What are you doing, Jiang Nan?"

Jiang Nan stood up directly and spoke to him in a calm tone.

"Nothing, just clear the table and go to bed when you wake up."

"Oh," Song Xiaolou stood up staggeringly on the table, hugged Jiang Nan and walked down, "Don't clean up, there is cleaning tomorrow..."

"Ah."

The boy helped the drunkard down, his left hand folded and not opened.

*

The night was very quiet.

Jiang Nan sent Song Xiaolou back and went back to his room to wash up.

Then I turned off all the lights and sat alone on the balcony sofa eating milk powder.

It doesn’t have to be milk powder, sometimes it’s dry coffee powder or protein powder.

Instead of soaking it in water, take a spoon and put it into your mouth. It feels very comfortable to bite, and it will melt after being held for a while. The rich taste can infiltrate the whole brain.

Extremely comfortable.

When he was at the club, a colleague saw him chewing coffee powder dry like this. He was surprised and asked him why he didn't soak it in water.

Jiang Nan replied with four words, "It's none of your business."

For him who often suffers from insomnia, the nights are always longer than the days.

Because you can see all kinds of people during the day, but there is only darkness at night.

He looked at the coffee table with the milk powder bucket next to it and saw three clean fruit stones.

This kind of top-quality cherries are beautiful even with their pits, round and full, and bright yellow in color. They are blowing in the night breeze with Jiang Nan.

He stretched out his fingertips to touch them. His long and white fingers slowly crushed one of them in circles.

In my mind, it looked like it was pushed out from Tang Yan's lips.

It was so pitiful that it was lying on the tissue paper, but he picked it up out of kindness.

Jiang Nan didn't think about whether her behavior was abnormal or not. It was disgusting to collect fruit cores that others had eaten.

He just wants it.

If he wasn't afraid of being caught by surveillance, he would even want the mineral water bottle that Tang Yan drank from.

He would hide all these things well, thinking that Tang Yan would be surprised to find them one day in the future, which made him very excited.

Wouldn't Tang Banyan call him a pervert or disgusting?

Maybe even beat him up.

that must be very interesting.

Jiang Nan has been a bad boy with a bad taste since he was a child.

The night view of the city in the distance was full of traffic, and the boy on the balcony of the apartment sat alone in the dark for a long time.

Until I heard someone nearby shouting "Fuck me!"

The sound was very close, on this level.

He turned to look at the balcony of Song Xiaolou's room, where the sound came from.

The layout of these six rooms is the same, and the six balconies are also side by side.

The layout of the entire floor is as follows:

Tang Yan, Jiang Nan, Cheng Ze, the elevator corridor, Song Xiaolou, the empty room, and finally Li Qing, whom Jiang Nan had not met yet.

Jiang Nan looked to the left and saw that the lights in Cheng Ze's room were not turned on, and the balcony was completely dark.

Next door to the right is Tang Yan's balcony. The light is dim and the room is so quiet that Tang Yan is probably asleep.

The room over Song Xiaolou was originally dark, but after a sound was heard, the lights were turned on.

Jiang Nan was sitting on the balcony and could see the changes in light there clearly.

He hummed in confusion.

Song Xiaolou was half drunk and half awake when he was sent back to the room. He should have gone back to bed.

It was already one in the morning, who could he argue with?

Or, someone entered Song Xiaolou's room.

This is the dormitory building of the office. The protective equipment is more difficult to break into than a bank. It is probably one of our own.

There was no movement over there.

It was as if the curse words Song Xiaolou just cursed never appeared at all.

Jiang Nan quickly glanced at Cheng Ze's room, oh.

He put away the three lovely fruit stones on the table, wrapped them in clean paper towels, got up and walked into the bedroom and put them on the bedside table.

Lie down and sleep.

It means that he has fallen asleep at this time and is not minding his own business.

*

at the same time.

Song Xiaolou rubbed his eyes and looked at the person sitting beside his bed, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Cheng Ze, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare me? I'm so sleepy."

He stayed up most of the night and stood beside his bed, scaring him so much that he screamed.

Cheng Ze didn't wear glasses and was wearing white silk men's pajamas, with strands of hair hanging loosely in front of his eyes.

He looks a little less polite and more gloomy than when he usually wears glasses, and his expression can be called gloomy.

"Don't talk?" Song Xiaolou immediately turned off the lights in the room, moved back into the bed, closed his eyes and muttered, "Then I'll sleep."

"..."

In terms of bigness of heart, no one can compare to this bastard.

Cheng Ze stared at the quilt with red eyes in the darkness and kept sitting without saying a word.

About six or seven minutes passed.

Song Xiaolou suddenly sat up: "Who touched my butt!"

After experiencing being stabbed by Zhou Ya, Xiao Ju was now very nervous about his butt.

When he realized that it was Cheng Ze who was sitting next to his bed, Song Xiaolou relaxed instantly and lay back down again, his voice full of collapse.

"Hey, why are you acting crazy after drinking too much? Go back to your room and sleep."

"Song Xiaolou." Cheng Ze shouted.

The man in the quilt asked impatiently: "What are you doing?"

".....You break up with Zhou Ya."

Cheng Ze didn't know how to say the second part of the sentence, "Be with me," so he just couldn't finish it.

Song Xiaolou responded to him casually: "Okay, fine."

"Really?" Cheng Ze's gloomy eyes softened.

The main reason is that it allows Song Xiaolou to agree so easily. It seems that Zhou Ya doesn't hold a lot of weight in his heart?

This realization made Cheng Ze feel much better.

Even though people are so mean, he still has to like Song Xiaolou.

Cheng Ze knelt on the bed with one leg and leaned over to brush Song Xiaolou's hair, and asked him again: "Is it true, you are breaking up with her tomorrow?"

"——Oh, can't you sleep? You're sleepwalking!"

Song Xiaolou had just played field artillery with Zhou Ya. He was exhausted physically and mentally from the day's hard work. He directly put his arms around Cheng Ze and hugged him next to him, wrapping him in his quilt.

"!"

Cheng Ze didn't expect to be dragged onto the bed.

The fragrant aroma of body temperature still lingered in the quilt, making him stiff all over.

This is Song Xiaolou's bed, very soft and warm.

Just lying there for a while, I felt that the breathing of the person next to me was gradually becoming more steady, and I was sure that he had fallen asleep again.

This was the first time Cheng Ze slept in the same bed as Song Xiaolou.

The mind is wandering and the heartbeat is chaotic.

When he finally couldn't bear it anymore, he moved his fingers...

His fingertips quickly touched a soft and warm stick-like object and held it in his hand.

This is the funny pajamas Song Xiaolou is wearing, with the plush elephant trunk hanging between his legs.

"..."

The jerk said he would break up with his girlfriend tomorrow.

Cheng Ze said in his heart.

As long as you break up, try to express your feelings.