I think you mean it

Yuechen tried his best to focus his eyes on one point, so that he didn't look drunk, but in fact Yuechen was drunk, his mind was dizzy, and he had to be dragged by Cheng Xing to get out of the box door. As for staggering.

Cheng Xing asked him to stand there and wait, but he really just stood there motionless and waited for Cheng Xing to come back to lead him.

Cheng Xing drove to the door and didn't see Yuechen coming out for a long time, so he had to get out of the car to look for it again. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yuechen standing blankly by the side door, which was the place where he asked Yuechen to wait for him just now.

"What are you doing? Why don't you come out?" Cheng Xing looked at his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and couldn't help but slow down his tone.

"Waiting for you," Yue Chen smiled a little silly, "You said you want me to wait for you here."

Cheng Xing laughed, and took Yuechen out the door together.

There are a lot fewer cars on the road now, and it took only ten minutes to get back to the hotel from the restaurant.But in just ten minutes, Yuechen leaned back on the chair and fell asleep.

Cheng Xing parked the car in the parking lot of the hotel, half helped and half hugged Yuechen all the way up the stairs.

Unlike the previous situation where he had a stomach ache to death after drinking a little wine, Yue Chen did not feel any discomfort after drinking so much this time. Cheng Xing didn't know if he was really fine or because he was too drunk to tell what was wrong with him. No discomfort.

"I'll wait for you, come back quickly..."

Cheng Xing put Yue Chen on the bed, took off his coat, shoes and socks, and wrapped him up in a quilt, and was about to get a quick towel to wipe his face when he heard this mumbling.

"What did you say?" Cheng Xing didn't hear clearly, and put his ear to Yuechen's mouth again.

Unexpectedly, Yuechen stretched out his hand and wrapped Cheng Xing into his arms.

Cheng Xing was caught off guard by Yue Chen's hug, and pressed down on him firmly, holding the clothes he had just taken off in his hands.

Yuechen held him tightly in his arms, Cheng Xing struggled for a long time but did not break free, so he had to give up and bury his face in Yuechen's neck, feeling the smell and temperature that belonged to Yuechen.

"I miss you so much..." Yue Chen muttered again.

This time Cheng Xing heard it clearly, his heart skipped a beat, and he blinked and stared at the white sheets in a daze.

...What does Yue Chen mean by saying this?Who do you think you are?

No matter who it is, it's not me anyway.

Cheng Xing was so angry that he propped one hand on Yuechen's chest and got up from the bed and stood on the ground. Looking at Yuechen's frowning, there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, Cheng Xing felt a sense of relief pole.

So... Yuechen has someone he likes?And still remember it to such an extent?

Cheng Xing felt panicked in his heart, threw the clothes in his hand beside Yuechen's bed, turned around and was about to leave, and at the same time rejoiced that he had drawn a safety line for himself early on.

"Mom..." It was Yue Chen's crying voice.

Cheng Xing retracted the leg he stepped forward, and if it wasn't for Yuechen's special obsession with his sweetheart, then this sound must be called mom.

Cheng Xing turned his head to look at him, Yuechen frowned tightly, with a sad and sad expression, tears flowed down the corners of Yuechen's eyes onto the pillow, making him dizzy.

Cheng Xing remembered that Yuechen said that his current parents were not his own... So, did Yuechen miss his mother?

Yuechen didn't know what he dreamed of, he clutched the quilt tightly in his hands, his breathing was short of breath, tears kept flowing, and he was a little choked up.

"Mr. Yue..." Cheng Xing walked to the bedside and called him softly.

"Wake up in the morning."

Yue Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and it took him a while to realize that it was tears.Yuechen rubbed his face against the quilt, sat up slowly, the sense of loss in the dream had not completely faded away, and the heartbeat had not had time to stabilize yet, the scene in the dream was so real that Yuechen even thought he had returned to that afternoon.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Cheng Xing asked softly while sitting by the bed.

Yue Chen looked up at him in a daze, then nodded slowly, "I dreamed about my mother."

Cheng Xing sighed softly, moved forward a little, put his hand around Yuechen's shoulder, and patted his back repeatedly.

Yue Chen closed his eyes, shook his head, "I'm fine."

"It's all over." Cheng Xing comforted softly, although he knew that no matter what he said, it was better than nothing for Yue Chen.

Cheng Xing didn't ask about Yuechen's past, even if the scabbed scars were uncovered, they would still bleed.

"Drinking so much today, do you feel sick to your stomach?" Cheng Xing pulled the quilt around him, as if talking to a child, with a soft tone and concern in his eyes.

Yue Chen shook his head, "No."

"That Zhao Chenggang also has a problem with his brain. If he has something to say, he will be done. If he wants to drink, he can't find Bei." Cheng Xing got up while talking, and got up to soak a hot towel to wipe Yue Chen's face. He didn't pay attention to the congestion just now. The feeling in the heart has disappeared and replaced by the lightness that penetrates into the limbs and bones.

Yuechen took the towel from him and pressed it on his face. What Wei Yuheng set his sights on was the land of the orphanage on the outskirts of the city, that is, the private orphanage where Yuechen stayed for several years.Just a few years ago, the orphanage faced bankruptcy due to lack of funding. Yuechen bought the place with almost all his savings at the time, and donated a sum of money to the orphanage to maintain daily expenses.

Until recently, the state began to make unified reforms, and the government also allocated subsidies, and the situation of the orphanage has improved.

Yuechen didn't tell Cheng Xingming, after all, he really didn't want to mention Wei Yuheng in front of Cheng Xing.

"It's not good for him not to give Wei Yuheng face." Yue Chen said flatly.

As soon as Wei Yuheng was mentioned, Cheng Xing thought of his previous thoughts, and became self-consciously embarrassed, feeling a little sorry for Yuechen.

After thinking about it, Yue Chen hadn't had much trouble yet, and he couldn't say that he was sorry, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"What are you thinking about?" Yuechen asked with a smile as he watched him sit silently for a long time, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Cheng Xing suddenly came back to his senses, "No, I didn't think about anything. The clothes I will wear tomorrow are all in the closet, and the materials I need to bring, the work permits for the speeches, and the work permits for admission are all in my handbag. Get up tomorrow and pack them up." You can go directly to the venue."

Yue Chen smiled, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"No, it's not hard, it should be," Cheng Xing rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger knuckles, "Then... you should go to bed early, anyway, it's okay if you don't take a shower all night because of the cold weather."

"Okay." Yue Chen looked at him with a smile.

"Ah... Also, the heating in the room is hot. Although the temperature is not as high as at home, it will not be cold. Once you cover the quilt, the air conditioner will not turn on, and the air will not be good."

"Okay." Yue Chen nodded while unbuttoning his shirt.

"Well, then I'll go back first, my room is across the door, if you have something to do, just..." Cheng Xing got up and walked to the door, then turned around to remind him, almost forgot when Yue Chen's exposed chest shook What to say, "...call me."

"Okay, good night." Yue Chen looked at him and smiled, showing his chest brightly.

"Good night." Cheng Xing flashed out of Yuechen's room in a panic.

Ever since he met Yuechen in early autumn, he had never seen such a "large area of ​​bare skin" in Yuechen. Even when he broke into Yuechen's bedroom last time, Yuechen was wearing a long-sleeved pajamas, covering his body tightly. airtight.

Not to mention that Cheng Xing didn't have any other ideas at the time, and he upheld the basic principle of no evil from the beginning to the end, even if he had - there was no chance.

Usually, Yuechen is dressed in formal attire. In other words, Cheng Xing has never seen Yuechen show his flesh—literally flesh.

I didn't expect to have a good time tonight, and it happened to leak into Cheng Xing's eyes.

Tsk, it's late at night.