Shen Shizhen

It was the first time that Tofu smelled wine, and he jumped on the big master curiously and poked his head to smell it.

Ji Chuan looked at the disheveled Ai Fan on the sofa in bewilderment, and it took him a while to sort out what the first thing he should do now.

He couldn't move Ivan, but he felt that he had to take off all of Ivan's clothes. Apart from other things, the suit on Ivan was really not cheap.

But as soon as he entered the bathroom and wanted to get a few towels, he was startled by the sound of tofu outside. When he exited, he found that Ivan vomited. Fortunately, there was a trash can next to his head, and he knew he had to hug the trash can to vomit. Well, spit directly on the blanket is driving people crazy.

After Ji Chuan opened the window of the living room, he stood aside and watched Ai Fan vomit. For the first time, he felt that his patience was coming to an end. He swore that this was definitely the first time he felt this way in his life.

Tofu had already hid in the little master's room by himself. Although he didn't understand why the big master would sleep like a pig on the sofa and then spit it out suddenly, he really couldn't bear the smell.

Ji Chuan stood there and waited for a while, but he found that Ai Fan had no intention of stopping at all. After a while of restraint, he turned around and closed the door of his room, so that Tofu could sleep more peacefully.

Because no one drinks alcohol, the regular medicine at home does not include hangover medicine, and the nearest 24-hour drugstore has to walk for at least 10 minutes to get there. Ji Chuan endured the anxiety all day long and went Evan's vomiting came out.

When the person finally vomited and returned to the sofa, the first thing Ji Chuan did was to dispose of the foul-smelling vomit in the trash can.

Ji Chuan wanted to pick off the suit on Ai Fan's body, but Ai Fan was too heavy, so Ji Chuan had to tentatively start calling his name, but fortunately he heard it, although it was obvious that he was still awake, but At least he knows how to listen.

With Ai Fan's unconscious cooperation, Ji Chuan successfully helped him keep the suit that might cost him more than half a year's salary. Holding the suit, he told the man with only a white shirt and tie in a strong tone: " Sit down obediently, and I'll hang your clothes for you."

After receiving Ai Fan's random nod, Ji Chuan got up and went back to the room to hang his clothes, but when he came out of Ai Fan's room, he found Ai Fan sitting on the sofa and eating the cake he put on the coffee table.

Taking a closer look, Ji Chuan found that the cake that Ai Fan ate was the one sent by Kesma, and he went crazy immediately. This may be the first time he lost his temper: "Ai Fan! Who made you eat it!"

Tofu, who was curled up on the little master's bed, poked his head curiously when he heard the sound, and thought that if the little master loses his temper, I'm relieved. Seeing how the big master behaved today, it's really horrible. If the little master doesn't express his temper again, he'll have to hold back up.

Ai Fan was shocked by Ji Chuan's yelling, and instantly stopped his hands, raised his face and looked in Ji Chuan's direction with blurred eyes, like a child who has done something wrong.

After Ji Chuan yelled, there was no more to say. Seeing Ai Fan curled up nearly 1.9 meters tall and cross-legged on the sofa with a dazed look on his face, he felt a little discouraged, and felt that he had actually yelled at people with such a high decibel just now. This thing is quite surprising.

As soon as I got closer, I found that Ai Fan had already eaten half of the six-inch cake, and he still ate it with his hands. Ji Chuan closed his eyes to calm himself down. He didn't understand, he just went to hang clothes in the room Kungfu, how could he move so fast? Did he just let him watch the meal tonight and didn't feed him?

Ji Chuan took a deep breath: "Do you feel anything? Is there any discomfort?"

Seeing that Ai Fan was still in a daze, Ji Chuan had to repeat it patiently in Chinese, French and English, and he was indeed a Frenchman after all.

Ji Chuan then asked him in French, for fear that there might be something wrong with the cake: "Nauseous? Nausea? Dizziness?"

It's just that every time Ji Chuan said a word, Ai Fan would nod his head, and Ji Chuan realized that he was standing in front of him as a drunk who vomited, and of course he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Ji Chuan stopped struggling, put the paper into his arms, and motioned him to wipe his hands and mouth, but Ai Fan looked down at the ball of paper in his hand for a long time without any response, Ji Chuan was so anxious that he could only wipe it for him by himself.

There are still 10 minutes before the Three Saints' Day, and Ji Chuan felt that he was really angry today, very angry, as if he had used up all his self-cultivation and patience in the past 20 years.

Too lazy to care about Ai Fan, Ji Chuan took the quilt out of his room and threw it on him and wanted to leave, but he turned back before he reached the door of his room. He thought he shook off the quilt very rudely On Evan.

Ai Fan, who was wrapped into rice dumplings, lay crookedly on the sofa and quietly watched Ji Chuan finish the quilt, and with his backhand, he put the half-eaten cake on the coffee table into the trash can, but he turned it back before walking a few steps .

Ji Chuan was really worried about this drunk who had no brains at all. He pointed at Ai Fan's nose viciously and said fiercely: "Sleep! Don't eat any more cakes!"

Of course, he also admitted that he was vicious. Ai Fan was still dazed and didn’t react too much, until Ji Chuan yelled again: “Did you hear me! Nod when you understand! Close your eyes! Go to sleep!”

Seeing Ai Fan close his eyes and nodding obediently, Ji Chuan felt that he was relieved, and went back to his room to find tofu to sleep while rubbing his swollen head.

Before going to sleep, Ji Chuan couldn't help rubbing his hot index finger with his thumb. This was the first time he pointed at someone's nose when he was so old. In fact... it was quite exciting...

Ji Chuan and Ai Fan were not the only ones who had an uneasy night.

In the room with the lamp on, the woman kept watch from midnight to the next morning, and hesitated from morning until noon before grabbing the mobile phone on the table that she had been staring at all night.

When Ai Fan received the call, he was still lying on the sofa, his mind was still unclear, and his voice was hoarse: "Hello, hello."

Kesma didn't expect Ivan to be in such a state, and said cautiously: "Ifan, what's wrong with your voice? Did I disturb you?"

Recognizing that it was Kesma's voice, Ai Fan spread out on the sofa and squeezed his Jingming acupoint, cleared his throat and said, "I drank too much last night, it's nothing serious, what's wrong?"

Kesma's heart skipped a beat: "How can you drink..."

Ai Fan's throat is so dry that it's hard to explain too much, so he casually said, "It's nothing, it's the holidays."

Kesma paused: "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere, do you need me to see you?"

"No need, Chuanchuan is here, sister, don't worry about me," Ai Fan said.

Kesma couldn't say anything more, so he had to tell him to pay attention to his body: "If you feel any discomfort, please tell me, Ji is just a child, after all, he is a foreigner, and he doesn't know much about Frank's medical system."

Hearing this, Ai Fan was a little unhappy. Fortunately, the hangover did not cause him too serious sequelae. He hung up the phone and was about to get up from the sofa when he was startled by a faint voice from the side. .

Ji Chuan: "Are you awake?"

Ai Fan was startled: "Chuan Chuan? Why are you in my room?"

Ji Chuan: "You should ask yourself why you are on the sofa."

Evan paused, Chuan Chuan was so unhappy today that he couldn't be more obvious. Before he spoke, he tried to recall what happened after he vomited and returned to the dining table last night, but...

Evan: "I... was I sent back by Walker last night?"

Ji Chuan: "No."

Ai Fan: "Emmmm... did I vomit when I got home last night?"

Ji Chuan: "Yes."

Ai Fan: "Did I make a fuss last night?"

Ji Chuan: "No."

Evan: "So... what did I do?"

Ji Chuan: "Oh."

Ai Fan: "QAQ..."

This kind of Chuan Chuan made Ai Fan a little flustered. He really couldn’t remember anything, and the fragments were very thorough. God knows what he wants to do most now is to grab the tofu and ask himself how amazing he did last night. matter.

Before he recovered from the mess, Ji Chuan stuffed the clothes he was going to put aside into his arms, and said concisely: "Take a bath."

It was only then that Ai Fan realized how charming his smell was. If the window of the living room hadn't been closed all night, he would have been thrown out long ago.

After Ai Fan locked himself in the bathroom, Tofu came out of the little master's room, and squatted on the coffee table to watch the little master clean up the mess for the big master.

He inexplicably felt that the little master's complexion was better than before after losing his temper last night, and it really is more angry to lose his temper.

In fact, as soon as Ai Fan opened his eyes, he found that his pants and coat were gone, only his underwear and a white shirt were left, and what was even more embarrassing was that his tie was still hanging around his neck, as if he had played something weird play.

He really has no idea about his ability to control himself. What if he accidentally did something last night...

But then Ji Chuan turned him off with a sentence at the dinner table—"Don't be too confident in your drinking capacity."

Ai Fan shrunk his head silently, but Ji Chuan's next sentence lifted his heart that had just fallen to the ground: "It's just that I ate half of the cake from Kesma, it's no big deal."

Ai Fan choked, and he said why Kesma made a phone call today inexplicably...

Ai Fan: "Chuan Chuan."

Ji Chuan: "Yes."

Ai Fan: "I really just went to a meeting yesterday, but I was detained for dinner."

Ji Chuan: "Yes."

Ai Fan: "I can't leave without drinking and vomiting, and I have no choice."

Ji Chuan: "Yes."

Ai Fan: "... Chuanchuan, you really have to listen to my explanation."

Ji Chuan: "I'm listening."

Ai Fan: "...but why do I feel like you didn't listen..."

Ji Chuan: "You know that."

Ai Fan: "QAQ..."

Ai Fan felt that his Chuan Chuan suddenly changed overnight, his speech suddenly became choking, and his attitude suddenly became tough, but...

In fact, Chuanchuan like this...is quite exciting.

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