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It was only after six o'clock when Zhang Yi woke up, and he was going to the store today.When he opened his eyes, the room was gloomy, Chen Zhe put one hand on his waist, and his head was buried in the socket of his neck.

Zhang Yi was taken aback. He turned over from the bed and began to think about what he was doing last night. After having dinner with Chen Zhe, he came back and met Bai Xi, and then had a drink together?

Zhang Yi shook his head, and then what?How Chen Zhe got to his bed, he couldn't remember at all.

Chen Zhe was awakened by Zhang Yi's movement, and he stood up and laughed while looking at the person sitting by the bed shaking his head.

Zhang Yi turned his head to look at him, the confusion and dissatisfaction in his eyes were about to overflow.

Chen Zhe shook his head quickly, "Nothing happened, you just drank too much"

Zhang Yi looked down at his clothes. It was still the same one he wore yesterday. The smell of hot pot hadn't dissipated. He stood up and said awkwardly, "I'm going to the store, you can sleep again."

Chen Zhe nodded, "I'll go back to my room and sleep." In fact, he really wanted to ask Zhang Yi why he still spent time working in a coffee shop. Logically speaking, the copyright money was enough for him to live on, but in the end he didn't. Ask the exit.He folded his arms and went back to his room, nestled on the bed and fell asleep again.

Zhang Yi stood under the shower and drenched in cold water for 3 minutes before finally allowing his mind to follow normal logic.

He picked up his mobile phone countless times to call Bai Xi, but finally held back, and when he came out after drying his hair, Chen Zhe had already returned to his own room.

In fact, it's quite strange. What Zhang Yi cares most about is not why Chen Zhe is in his bed, but whether he said something that he shouldn't have said after drinking...

Forget it, since Chen Zhe said no, let's take it as no, and I can't worry about so many things anymore.

Chen Zhe slept until noon, and couldn't help laughing thinking of Zhang Yi nesting under him in his dream, biting his lip and moaning. "A brain full of yellow trash." Chen Zhe laughed at himself while washing his underwear.

After washing off the smell of hot pot, Chen Zhe went downstairs with the drawing board in a happy mood, sat on the sofa and drew what happened last night into a small four-frame comic. .

Chen Zhe's growth experience is enviably simple, he has a lot of things to remember, but he can't stop smacking the sweetness of being with Zhang Yi.He thinks that such a little bit of sweetness can appease the sleepy little beast in his heart, but no matter how sensitive and delicate he is, he is still a teenager after all, thinking that he has too much experience and too little.

Chen Zhe lay on the sofa with the drawing board pressed against his chest and played with his mobile phone. He wanted to share with others but was timid. Young people's feelings are always like this, and a little trouble can set off a stormy sea.

He lay on the ground for a while, thinking of sending Zhang Yi a WeChat message to discuss what to eat at night. When the doorbell rang, Chen Zhe got up from the sofa and wanted to put the drawing board on the sofa. After thinking about it, he finally took it in his hand. open the door.

The fat middle-aged woman stood at the door. Chen Zhe had inexplicable hostility towards her, or he didn't like people Zhang Yi didn't like very much.

"Who are you?" Chen Zhe tried to use ignorance to get away with it,

"Hello." The woman bowed and nodded at him, "We met last time. I'm Zhang Yi's mother. Are you his roommate?" While speaking, her eyes had already passed over Chen Zhe's shoulder and looked inward.

"He's not here, what's the matter with you?" Chen Zhe stood outside, trying to block the woman and her sight from the door.

"Then can I wait here for him to come back..." The woman withdrew her gaze,

"I'm going out, it's inconvenient for you to be at home." Chen Zhe didn't intend to go out, but in order to make up a reason for women not to go in, he took out the car keys from the porch.

"It's not inconvenient, I'm his mother..."

Chen Zhe frowned and said nothing, bent down and took a pair of shoes to put on, and closed the door behind his back.

The middle-aged woman had no intention of leaving, so she took out a few newspapers from her bag, spread them by the door and sat down, raising her eyebrows at Chen Zhe provocatively.

Now that he had to leave, Chen Zhe kicked the key into his pocket, and went downstairs with the drawing board in his arms.