little lover

Zhuo Yifan drank a little too much. After playing cards for a while, seeing his master leave, he also found it meaningless, so he threw the cards away and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

His head was dizzy from drinking, but he walked fairly straight. It took him a long time to find his place.

This bathroom is a bit big, like a suite.

Zhuo Yifan thought so in his heart, when he opened the door and walked in, he didn't feel anything wrong, walked in calmly, spared the living room and went to the bathroom, opened the door, went in and took out something to refresh himself .

He was pouring water on his side, and there was movement in the room.

Han Qiaoye called room service and asked someone to take his clothes to wash. He also found time to hold such a party, and there was another meeting to be held in a hurry, but the room service did not come after waiting for a long time. There was an extra room in the room white hair.

When he followed the sound, he saw a boy standing there staggeringly, half of his trousers were taken off, the T-shirt on his body was a little bigger, and a white waist and buttocks were half hidden.

Han Qiaoye stood aside and whistled, "It's really tender."

Zhuo Yifan heard it too, looked up, and the first thing he saw was the wine-colored shirt, and the person next to him was still talking to him, teasing with a smile in his tone.Zhuo Yifan was so drunk that he couldn't hear clearly, but his eyes were still good. When the man got closer, he stared blankly at the shirt again, and saw that there was a dark line on the edge of his neckline. The embroidered roses set off the small piece of skin on the neck so fair and coquettish, and when she looked up, she saw those slender fox eyes.

Han Qiaoye was also looking at him from head to toe, from that soft white hair to that pretty face. I don't know where the child found the pink hairpin. It doesn't look ugly when you put it on your head, like It is a carnivorous white-haired rabbit. It looks obedient and can jump up and bite people anytime and anywhere.

Han Qiaoye had admired this face enough, looked down at the little thing he was holding in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's white enough here."

Zhuo Yifan drank too much and his mind turned slowly. Seeing Han Qiaoye now, he only remembered the revenge on the poker table just now. He had a white strip on his forehead, and the arrogance in his heart surged up with the evaporation of alcohol. He looked at him sideways, shook the things in his hands and said, "Bi, is he better than you?"

Han Qiaoye looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Are you telling everyone that, or are you recruiting me on purpose?"

Zhuo Yifan tried his best to stand up straight, and stared at him there. Some of the hair in front of his forehead was scattered in a mess, but there were still a few strands hanging down. His eyelashes were long, and he stared at people. Sometimes, the eyes are round like almonds, like a small animal, with an untamed vigor.

Han Qiaoye became a little interested.

He watched from the side as Zhuo Yifan wobbled to wash his hands, rubbing the front and back ten times before rinsing it off like a primary school student, and then walked out the door and groped all the way to his bedroom.

Han Qiaoye had met countless women who wanted to climb into his bed, and this was the only man who climbed into his bed.

He was a little curious to see what this Zhuo Yifan was doing, and even vaguely felt that the child was not drunk - he even knew how to crawl on his bed, could this be called drunk?He has seen this kind of person a lot.

After Zhuo Yifan went to bed, he began to sleep, and the moment he sank into the soft mattress, he had completely given himself over to alcohol.

Han Qiaoye waited for a while, but he didn't see the person on the bed posing in any way, or looking for him to have a heart-to-heart talk, and the person began to sleep quietly, even snoring slightly, listen And kinda cute.

Han Qiaoye has lived to this day with this appearance, and he has never met anyone who simply sleeps in his room, it's just too fucking incredible.He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his face, calling out, "Hey, kid?"

Zhuo Yifan slept soundly and didn't seem to wake up at all.

Unwilling to give up, Han Qiaoye stretched out his hand and pulled his face, but there was still no response to the red spot.

It feels good in the hand, Mr. Xiao Han rubbed the greasy touch on his thumb, thinking so.

It's boring to bully a sleeping child. I guess he's too young to spend all his time thinking about it.Han Qiaoye thought so, when he got up from the bed, he was grabbed by the arm, looked down and saw Zhuo Yifan with wide eyes, he blinked, and the child on the bed blinked too, Han Qiaoye couldn't help but cry: "No , what on earth are you trying to do, are you drunk or pretending to be drunk?"

Zhuo Yifan tugged at his arm and remained silent.

Han Qiaoye touched the back of his hand teasingly, then raised his hand to hook his chin: "Don't make trouble, I'm different from you kids, I won't let you go if I get in a hurry."

Zhuo Yifan didn't let go, Han Qiaoye looked at him like a small animal on the prairie, with wet eyes, his heart suddenly softened, he always liked these clean and sharp things, even curious Saying "Let me see what you do" is domineering, without any sign of weakness.With a preference in my heart, the movements of my hands were much more relaxed, and I took off his coat to make him sleep more comfortably.

Zhuo Yifan watched quietly until the man took off his clothes before frowning slightly.

Han Qiaoye flicked his forehead and said with a sneer, "Don't think too much about it. I can't bear to look at you as a minor. I know you anyway. I'm showing kindness today. You can just sleep here for a while."

Zhuo Yifan said, "My dad said."

Han Qiaoye pulled off his sleeve and said casually, "Huh?"

Zhuo Yifan said seriously: "Let me learn more from others, do I want to learn from you?"

Han Qiaoye said: "Learn, I'm so good, if you learn my three successes, I'm not bragging..."

Before he could say a word, Zhuo Yifan pressed his backhand onto the mattress, and the child slapped him on the forehead with a "slap", followed by the other hand ripping off his shirt!

Han Qiaoye: "Damn it!"

Zhuo Yifan got drunk and had great strength. He held it down and didn't let go. He was pushed by Han Qiaoye, and he rode on him and tried to tear his shirt until most of it was pulled out from the waistband of his trousers. The buttons rolled onto the bedside rug.

Han Qiaoye was riding on the waist by a little drunk, unable to break free, and unable to protect his clothes, he scolded him angrily: "You are sick!"

Zhuo Yifan sneered: "Use the other's way, and give it back to him!"

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Han Qiaoye: "Your dad taught you this too? No, your dad studied the Three Kingdoms or martial arts. Why are martial arts tricks popping up! Come down for me, and I'll tell you, don't push your nose and face! I I really fought back...and tore it!!"

Zhuo Yifan really tore it up, a big hole was torn in a limited-edition shirt on Mr. Han's body, leaving a few marks on his body, as if scratched by a cat.

Han Qiaoye was still fighting with him there, and his anger was about to be uncontrollable, when he heard someone knock on the door twice, followed by the room service, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Han, you, you still need your clothes. dry cleaning?"

Han Qiaoye was furious. His clothes were all torn into rags and he didn't want to wash his ass!Turning his head to the door and growling, "Get out!"

The waiter went out immediately, and before leaving, he closed the door sloppily.

Han Qiaoye ran out of his last trace of patience, so he pushed Zhuo Yifan aside, pressed down and pinched his chin, but seeing that the man was still awake, it was useless to say more, the anger was still his own. Swallowing it back, he grinded his teeth and said, "When you sober up, wait for me!"

He got up and took off the torn shirt, thinking that he hated it, and threw it to the ground.

Zhuo Yifan maintained a master's sitting posture, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes followed him, and he didn't care at all when he looked at Mr. Han's half-naked body. As an artist, he deliberately focused his eyes on his strong chest and abdominal muscles. Stay a little longer.

When Han Qiaoye opened the closet, Zhuo Yifan's eyes lit up again, he suddenly got off the bed, walked around Han Qiaoye twice to inspect the closet, and praised, "Your place is very good, everything is ready. "

Han Qiaoye took a replacement shirt, buttoned it up with a dark face, and covered his good figure under the shirt. His broad shoulders and narrow waist completely concealed the aura of a predator. Standing there looking at him, he was another refined, gentle scum.He didn't bother to argue, and when he turned to leave, Zhuo Yifan stopped him, "You can't leave."

Han Qiaoye leaned against the closet and sneered, "Why?"

Zhuo Yifan said seriously: "Master, I have practiced karate and taekwondo, just watch."

Han Qiaoye only thought he was talking drunk, and before he could sneer, he saw the little white-haired man in front of him let out a solemn "ha", and broke off two sideboards in the hotel wardrobe with his bare hands!

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Zhuo Yifan turned his head to look at him, and said seriously: "I can also punch." It seemed that after thinking for a while, he slowly said, "I have learned it for ten years."

Han Qiaoye: "Stop!"

The room was in a mess. When Han Qiaoye put the drunk back on the bed, he started to sweat. He lay beside him panting for a long time and didn't get up. He looked up at the smashed wardrobe and cursed in his heart. He stopped the child and was about to hit his head on it, but his arms hurt after such a stop, just like the broken baffle in front of him.

Han Qiaoye couldn't lift his arms, and he had never been so embarrassed lying there.

The little drunk next to him was also breathing heavily, and he didn't seem to be asleep, but he was resting.

Han Qiaoye has seen so many drunk people, but he has never seen such a troublesome one. Just as he was thinking, the phone rang.He picked it up when he saw that it was Long Yu, who was looking for someone over there, and Xiao Han interrupted before he heard a few words: "Zhuo Yifan? The little apprentice brought by Jingyao, right? Don't look for it, people It's on my side. It's okay, don't worry, I got drunk and went crazy for a while..." He looked up at the bed, wondering if he just mentioned Fang Jingyao, and just now he was talking to the flamboyant Xiaobai Mao immediately lay flat and closed his eyes to rest like a child whose parents checked him for a nap.

Han Qiaoye was overjoyed, and said, "I'm going to bed now, I'll go back to the city for a meeting in the evening, and I'll drop you off on the way."

Long Yu politely agreed, followed by Fang Jingyao and answered the phone carefully: "Senior Brother Han, are you okay?"

Han Qiaoye remained silent, his arm hurt like a broken bone.

Fang Jingyao pretended that he hadn't been killed, so he took the time to tell him, "Yifan is usually quite obedient, but he's more energetic when he's drunk. He, he didn't hurt you, did he?"

Han Qiaoye said: "...It's nothing, it's just that he insisted on letting me watch him punch all afternoon, and even chopped off two baffles in the hotel wardrobe with his bare hands."

Fang Jingyao apologized to him repeatedly. Han Qiaoye listened and looked at the child next to him who had pretended to be asleep and was already asleep. He was really asleep now. Just looking at this quiet little face, he still looked like a little angel. His mother was so wild when she demolished the house with her bare hands just now when she was half drunk.

Fang Jingyao said a lot of good things, and finally said embarrassedly: "Then I will trouble Senior Brother Han to take care of Yifan, and I will treat you to dinner later."

Han Qiaoye agreed reluctantly and hung up quickly.