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How to put it, until the big pigeon held his face and smacked, Su Yao felt that Fu Ling was very well-behaved when he was drunk.

No crying, no smashing things, no catching people up all night talking about life.

Just be a little silly.

Also strangely cute.

But when he was kissed suddenly, Su Yao was really taken aback.

The big pigeon caught him very naturally, and repeated: "It's your turn to kiss me."

Su Yao tensed up and curled up in the soft blanket, feeling her whole body was burning hot.

Fu Ling hugged him with his whole body, one arm wrapped around his waist through the thin quilt, his eyes were dark and bright.

Su Yao became even more nervous.

He hesitated for a while, not knowing what to do, but suddenly saw Fu Ling's eyes drooping: "Are you unwilling to kiss me?"

Su Yao paused, subconsciously wanting to speak.

But before he could speak, the pigeon felt aggrieved and affirmed: "You don't like me, and you don't even want to kiss me."

Su Yao really couldn't resist this coquettish and cute look, and hesitated for a while.

Seeing that Su Yao still didn't move, the big pigeon suddenly let go and put on a particularly sad expression: "You are lying on my bed, still thinking about him. You don't like me, but you like him."

Su Yao froze for a moment, and saw Fu Ling lowered his eyes and tilted his head.

He turned over again, turned his back to Su Yao, and said nothing.

……Angry?

As the night rain fell, Su Yao glanced at Fu Ge's lonely snow-like back, and felt guilty for no reason.

It may be that Fu Gezi was too involved in the drama, and his lines were recited with both emotion and emotion.

Even though "he" doesn't exist, Su Yao felt a guilty conscience.

Su Yao hesitated: "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Ling didn't move.

Su Yao became more and more guilty, and called softly again: "...Mr. Fu?"

Fu Ge moved a bit, feeling aggrieved: "You don't even like me, what are you calling me for?"

Fu Ling's "like it" made Su Yao's heart fluctuate.

When the rain poured down, Su Yao said silently: "I don't dislike you."

Fu Ge: "I don't believe it."

Su Yao had no choice but to say, "What did I lie to you for?"

Fu Ge has reason: "Because you like him."

...Where did he come from?

Su Yao asked truthfully: "Who are you talking about? I don't even know."

Fu Gezi seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Su Yao strikes while the iron is hot again: "I don't even know who he is, where can I like him?"

Fu Gezi was silent.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Su Yao coaxed him again: "Don't be angry, okay?"

Fu Ge was silent for a long time, but then went back: "But you don't even kiss me."

Su Yao suddenly felt that reasoning with the drunken pigeon just now was a brain twitch.

He lay down on the broken jar.

I closed my eyes for a while, but my mind was full of Fu Gezi's aggrieved expression just now.

...drunk can't be taken seriously.

Su Yao recited silently several times, but couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

He repeated for a while, then couldn't help getting up again: "Mr. Fu?"

As expected, Fu Gezi didn't sleep, and let out a muffled "hmm".

Su Yao's heart moved, he got up and moved closer, and saw Fu Ling lying sideways on the soft pillow, his eyes drooping slightly, his expression lonely.

Su Yao lowered her head, was silent for a moment, approached his cheek, and kissed him lightly.

Just scratch the surface.

He quickly retracted.

Fu Gezi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The wind and rain were shaking outside the eaves, the big pigeon turned over, and Su Yao had already pulled up the quilt to cover her face.

The big pigeon poked him, and the voice was full of joy: "Did you kiss me just now?"

Su Yao became more and more shy: "...don't you be angry?"

Su Yao noticed that the pigeon seemed to be jumping on the couch, and hugged him, as if hesitating for a moment, and then said directly on the quilt: "You like me."

Su Yao's whole body was burning hot: "...Mr. Fu, go to bed quickly."

"I slept."

Fu Ge lay down obediently.

After a pause, he turned over and took Su Yao into his arms: "I'm happy."

Su Yao could feel his happiness through a layer of quilt.

The rain was torrential, and the summer nights were quiet and prosperous.

Su Yao was already very cramped left and right, and he no longer cared about being hugged tightly by Fu Ling again.

Layers of sleepiness spread with the sound of rain, and Su Yao fell asleep.

Before going to bed, my heart was beating so fast that I didn't get a good night's sleep.

Su Yao slept in a mess that night, and her dreams were not peaceful. When she woke up, she felt quite tired all over her body.

The sound of the rain was still pattering, Su Yao opened his eyes, and the whole body was still hugged by the big pigeon.

The pigeon slept peacefully, breathing evenly and long.

Afraid of waking him up and not having a good rest, Su Yao lay in his arms and squinted her eyes for a while.

Replenish the mind, the sound of the rain jingle, and then take a nap and return to the basket.

Open your eyes again, the sky is already bright.

Hearing that the rain had become much lighter, Su Yao opened his eyes in a daze, and rubbed his head directly because he couldn't move.

He was resting on Fu Ling's arm, but he felt that the arm moved slightly.

When Su Yao raised his eyes, he met the astonished Fu Ling.

Not too surprised.

After all, with Fu Xiang's temperament, he can't face anything.

But Su Yao still noticed the momentary confusion and surprise in his eyes.

Su Yao paused, and suddenly became inexplicably angry.

Fu Ling hugged Su Yao with his whole body, neither moving nor not moving, and only tentatively asked: "Boss Su... early?"

This tone.

Su Yao became even more angry.

He was the only one who blushed and had a heartbeat yesterday. This pigeon hugged and kissed him and acted coquettishly and cutely. He forgot all about it early in the morning?

Su Yao felt a little uncomfortable.

Then he closed his eyes again and turned them outwards: "Morning, Mr. Fu."

This tone.

The fragmented Fu Xiang had no idea what happened last night.

It was already surprising to hold a beautiful woman in my arms early in the morning.

Why does the beauty return this... rather complaining tone?

What did I do last night?

What the hell are you doing!

Fu Xiang looked at the two men's neat coats: Logically speaking, they should have done nothing...

Not even a tooth mark on my body, I'm sure I don't have a beast.

Besides, I'm drunk, and I can't do anything.

Why is that beauty angry?

Fu Ling was already at a loss, and now he is even more confused.

He lay on the couch in a daze for a long time, but he heard a knock on the door: "My lord, are you awake? The kitchen said that the breakfast has been reheated again. Is your lord up?"

It's Uncle Wu.

Fu Ling responded when he heard Uncle Wu push the door open, but continued: "I knocked on the door just now, but Boss Su didn't seem to wake up, young master, do you want to..."

When he stepped in and looked up, he was stunned.

...Why is Boss Su still in the eldest son's room?Didn't you go back last night?

When Uncle Wu left yesterday, he obviously watched Fu Ling cover the quilt and fell asleep.

But he didn't know that the drunk pigeon was just pretending to be asleep to lie to him. As soon as Uncle Wu left, the pigeon turned over immediately.

He also lit the candles in the room, which were dazzlingly bright.

Uncle Wu didn't even know that Boss Su, who cared about the pigeons, came in with sober tea, and was hugged and kissed by the drunk pigeons.

Boss Su also took the initiative to kiss the pigeon.

But the pigeons forgot all about it.

Su Yao was slightly angry and aggrieved.

It stands to reason that it's fine if you don't remember what happened last night; but Fu Ling really doesn't remember, and Su Yao is a little unhappy.

You kissed me...don't you remember?

Su Yao was a little lost.

He opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, and sat up again: "Uncle Wu."

Uncle Wu was full of astonishment and hadn't recovered yet. Hearing Su Yao's tone, his heart raised his throat again.

When my son was drunk, he did all sorts of miraculous things.

Uncle Wu couldn't help but looked at Fu Ling with a guilty conscience: Young Master, what did you do again?

Fu Xiang: ... I don't know, what to do!

Uncle Wu covered his face.

Su Yao sorted out his thoughts and put on his coat: "Mr. Fu just woke up from a hangover, Uncle Wu ordered some light breakfast."

Uncle Wu hurriedly responded, watching Su Yao go out, he didn't dare to stop him for a moment: "Um...uh, Boss Su, what do you want to eat? I'll let the kitchen cook it now."

Su Yao paused, and said politely: "I won't eat for now. I didn't sleep well, so I'll catch up on sleep."

Didn't sleep well?

Uncle Wu felt guilty at the moment, and responded, seeing the person walking away, he looked at Fu Ling again: "Young...Young Master, what did you do to him yesterday?"

Uncle Wu, your use of "again" is very inappropriate.

"I……"

Fu Ling opened his mouth and choked again.

This time Fu Xiang dared not say that he had done nothing.

After all, I forgot all about it.

What the hell did I do, I broke up with the beauty?

Fu Xiang was dazed and guilty at the same time, so he chose Su Yao to go to sleep, and he couldn't make it.

Fu Ling could only rub the cinnamon all morning nervously, but he didn't see Su Yao.

In the afternoon, Pei Yi gave Su Yao needles, but Fu Ling didn't see her again.

Fu Ling continued to stay nervous until night, but he heard An said that Su Yao didn't sleep well yesterday and went to bed early.

Fu Ling made the beauty reject him for a whole day, and he panicked all over.

I won't really break up with the beauty, will I?

But we never started, how did I mention the breakup?

Uncle Wu couldn't bear to look directly at him: "...My lord, when you were drunk, you used to say all sorts of nonsense."

So what am I talking about this time?

Fu Xiang really forgot.

The less he saw Su Yao, the more impatient he became.

On the second day, Su Yao still avoided him for a whole day.

At night, Fu Ling stood guard at the door of Su Yao's room, but only saw Cheng An: "My lord, Boss Su said that he would come back to sleep after soaking in the hot spring pool."

Fu Xiang paused, threw away the cinnamon, and chased after Tangquanchi.