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Chang Feng was actually somewhat conscious. For example, at this time he was vaguely thinking that Cheng Lang was very hot, and it should be the body's self-heating system that changes with temperature.

In the next second, he was pushed away by Cheng Lang.

Just as another gust of wind blew in front of him, Changfeng suddenly became more sober, and his brain, which had been a little fuzzy and confused because of drunkenness, slowly calmed down in the wind.

He slowly thought, yes, he was pushed away by Cheng Lang just now.

Cheng Lang pressed Chang Feng's shoulder, and asked Xu Changfeng very gently: "Are you very drunk? Can you stand up?"

Changfeng raised his head and looked at him steadily.

correct.

Cheng Lang's movements and voice were extremely gentle and alienated.

——Cheng Lang has always been like this to strangers.

Cheng Lang no longer knew him, so he couldn't just hug him.

The blush on Chang Feng's face due to drunkenness receded slightly, and he lowered his eyes slightly, so that he seemed to have his original indifferent look again: "...Well, you can stand up."

Sitting in Cheng Lang's co-pilot, Chang Feng buckled his seat belt with his head bowed.

Then Cheng Lang turned his head and asked him politely: "Is there any music you want to hear?"

Changfeng said: "Just put it as you like."

Soft piano music streamed from the car speakers.

Other than that, there was no sound at all.

He turned his head slightly to look at Cheng Lang, who was driving intently. Feeling his gaze, Cheng Lang turned his head slightly and asked him, "Don't you like this song?"

Chang Feng shook his head, then leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly closed his eyes: "It's nothing."

Cheng Lang is really very polite.

Changfeng felt that his current mood should not be like this, and told him rationally that Cheng Lang just forgot about him, and Cheng Lang's attitude was normal.

Didn't he have already made mental preparations?

He also said to himself two days ago that Cheng Lang's life is already the greatest gift from heaven to him.

But now he feels dissatisfied.

He couldn't help but think of the time when he was drunk before.

Cheng Lang will not push away himself who is stuck in his arms, Cheng Lang will wrap himself even tighter.

Cheng Lang wouldn't ask himself if he could stand up, Cheng Lang just wanted to carry him away.

When he and Cheng Lang were in the same car, Cheng Lang never played the music.

Because Cheng Lang would always talk to him and tell him stories, they were never awkward and didn't need to use music to ease it.

Changfeng opened the car window a crack, the car was driving at a very high speed, and the wind was blowing on Changfeng's face a bit sharply, which made people sober up.

He vaguely remembered the first time he was drunk.

Changfeng was in a bad mood that day, so he went to the bar to drink with Cheng Lang.

"Cheng Lang, where do you think I am on my 19th birthday this year?" Xu Changfeng shook the cocktail in his hand, the color was very beautiful.

Cheng Lang asked him obediently, "Where are you?"

at the seaside.

The weather was fine that day, Lu Zhinan took him there.

For Changfeng's 19th birthday, the gift Lu Zhinan bought overseas was miscalculated, and it hasn't arrived yet.

Chang Feng said, "Then take me to the beach."

The sea was beautiful that day, and there were no people there, which was especially suitable for confession.

After all, Chang Feng was still a little apprehensive, he asked little by little: "Lu Zhinan, do you like boys?"

Lu Zhinan was stunned for a moment, and after a while he said, "Well...you know?"

After Changfeng heard it, his palms were sweating, and he cheered himself up.

Don't be afraid, Lu Zhinan likes you.

He must like you, he is the best person for you.

The next thing he saw Lu Zhinan lowered his head slightly, his ears turned red, he said shyly, "Did you see that?"

Before Chang Feng could react, he heard Lu Zhinan say, "Actually, I also wanted to tell you and Sun Lan, but I didn't find the right time."

Lu Zhinan kicked the stone, looking happy like a high school student who couldn't hide his thoughts.

"He's really cute...I just... fell in love at first sight."

"Next weekend, I want you and Sun Lan to meet him."

"After Qixi Festival, I will miss my parents and come out."

"Huh? Changfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Changfeng seemed to be relieved suddenly, his hands and feet were cold.

Then he said: "I suddenly remembered something else, you know my uncle is nearby, I'll go find him, you go back first."

At that time, Lu Zhinan was about to say something when his cell phone rang. When he received the call, he had a smile on his face from the beginning to the end. Then he hung up the phone and said, "Then Chang Feng, I'll be leaving first. What can you do for me?" I call."

"And then?" Cheng Lang stirred the hot milk in his hand, took the cocktail from Chang Feng's hand, and handed him the milk.

Changfeng took the hot milk, stirred it with a cup and spoon, but didn't drink it, with a careless tone.

"Then, you were born."

Next he went to his uncle.

Uncle made a Cheng Lang as his birthday present.

Cheng Lang blinked: "Then Changfeng, am I your best birthday present?"

"No."

"Oh."

Until the end, Changfeng didn't drink the hot milk that Cheng Lang handed him, and he asked the bartender to make some nice cocktails.

Unsurprisingly drunk.

He was a little unsteady when he walked.

Cheng Lang reached out to hug Chang Feng, but was pushed away by Chang Feng.

After leaving the bar, it was a bit cold outside, Cheng Lang took off his coat and wrapped it around Chang Feng.

Changfeng tore off the jacket and threw it on the ground.

Cheng Lang hugged Changfeng tightly in his arms, put it close to his ear, and coaxed him softly: "Changfeng, stop making trouble, let's go home..."

Changfeng struggled twice and said, "Go away, don't hug me!"

Cheng Lang let go of Chang Feng obediently, but he was afraid that Chang Feng would fall, so he held his hand: "Don't make trouble, okay, you'll catch a cold outside if you wear so little..."

Chang Feng shook his hand away again, his tone almost mean: "Don't hold hands! Couples only hold hands, what are we?!"

"Do you know what a spare tire is? You're not even a spare tire!"

"Can you recognize your identity? You are a robot, what are you always doing?!"

Cheng Lang let go of his hand in a daze, and he didn't smile for a long time this time.

After a long while, he lowered his head and said softly, "Changfeng... I'm sorry."

He is clearly a robot, but every time he thinks about that moment, Changfeng always feels that Cheng Lang is almost about to cry.