When I came out I picked up a nemesis

Since the day when the princess hugged her through the sleeping bag, Han Qiao went to the research institute less frequently, and Xie Ruiyan can basically eat Han Qiao's meals at home.

This day was different. Han Qiao left for a whole day. When he left, he was dusty and serious, but when he came back, he was smiling and his face was like a peach blossom. He leaned against his subordinates, as if his bones had softened.

Xie Ruiyan guessed that Han Qiao had gone through a large-scale reception outside, so he asked Zhuang Bi who helped him back: "What kind of party, so drunk?"

"We are in the research institute today, and we didn't go anywhere else. The Ruiao cocktail given by Chairman Liu, the first sip after opening the bottle cap."

Seeing that Boss Han was about to fall down with his arms around his shoulders again, Zhuang Bi quickly grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

Xie Ruiyan helped Han Qiao to the sofa in the living room, and asked, "One sip? Rui'ao? Is it the low-alcohol drink I understand?"

Zhuang Bi nodded indifferently: "The work is over, the boss is down."

This is really a strange reason for falling down, not from overwork or lack of rest, but from a sip of Ruiao.

"But he put cooking wine in the dishes, so he won't get drunk."

"There is a difference between drinking directly and seasoning." Zhuang Bi revealed, "Mr. Han said he wanted to give it a try, and he couldn't lose to you at home, but we all know that it will end up like this."

"So it's my responsibility."

"It has nothing to do with you. The desire to win and lose of the bosses always appears in strange places. They are put here. If Mr. Han vomits, please Mr. Xie to wipe him off, change into pajamas and put them on the bed."

Zhuang Bi carefully told Xie Ruiyan: "Actually, Boss Han tastes very good. He usually doesn't mess around. He sleeps very quietly and doesn't snore. By the way, he often doesn't remember anything when he wakes up. It's best not to take advantage of him when he's drunk. What is he doing illegally?"

Xie Ruiyan looked at the drunk "beauty" in the living room, and handed Zhuang Bi a tissue, with complicated emotions: "Why do you think so, Assistant Zhuang?"

Zhuang Bi wiped the sweat off his forehead: "Boss Han is good-looking, and we don't feel at ease when he's drunk."

"Why don't you say that I look good too, Assistant Zhuang, your boss is also a man, and I share a room with a 1.9-meter-two drunk, don't you worry about me?"

"If you say that," Zhuang Bi's expression didn't fluctuate, "then I can't help worrying about you. Although you are in shape, I am too strong."

"Thank you for your humanistic care." Xie Ruiyan shook his head, "I won't do anything, I promise you."

"I have received your promise. I am leaving. See you, Mr. Xie. See you tomorrow, Mr. Han."

After Zhuang Bi left, Xie Ruiyan said to himself: "Saying 'see you tomorrow' to a drunk with a serious face is the funniest joke I've heard in 2020."

"2020 has just begun."

Xie Ruiyan turned his head, Han Qiao had already stood up with his arms propped up, his body swayed slightly, and he was sitting on the sofa with his slender fingers resting on his chin, with a serious expression as if he was in a meeting.

Xie Ruiyan was almost deceived by his deceptive behavior. If Han Qiao's face was not flushed with alcohol, he would have mistakenly thought that this person was not drunk, or even drunk.

Han Qiao was serious for a few seconds, then softened his body again, leaned on the sofa, and hooked his fingers at Xie Ruiyan: "Xie Ruiyan, come here."

"What's the matter, is it uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water?"

"Yeah." Han Qiao responded casually, "Let me poke the dimple."

When he said this, Xie Ruiyan suddenly didn't dare to lean over: "Why?"

"There is no reason. When I first met you, I wanted to do this."

"Didn't you say that you just want to see it?"

"It's fake. I not only want to see it, but I also want to touch it."

"It's not good, I don't agree."

"Actually, this is very reasonable." Han Qiao counted with his fingers while talking, "Don't you want to pay off the debt? You can't call me baby, you don't want to go out for a walk with me, and you always want to move away to make people worry. That dimple I poke."

"If you don't let me call you baby, you still want to call me. If you don't go for a walk, you will drag me around the house a few times. When you mention moving away, you will be hugged by the princess. I don't know why you are so persistent." Xie Ruiyan listened Question marks all over his head, "But why poking dimples? You are drunk, why don't you put me on the wall like this, are you still a qualified boss?"

"Because I can't criticize like crazy." Even though Han Qiao was drunk, he still had a hard time thinking about what Xie Ruiyan said that day, "It doesn't count if you poke a dimple, but if you spread your wings on the verge of something you don't agree with, it's considered coercive love. "

"Forced love? No."

"I say yes." Han Qiao stretched out his arm, and brought the person on the other side of the sofa to his side, "Xie Ruiyan, come here, Tie Tie."

"Tie, Tie Tie?" Xie Ruiyan wondered, is this the so-called friendship of straight men?

"Well, then." Han Qiao laughed slowly, and leaned over, "Xie Ruiyan. Chirp."

The soft lips were pressed against the elastic cheeks, and the collision of flesh powder and wheat color, within a second, the touch was extremely clear.

Xie Ruiyan was stunned when Han Qiao dimpled him.

what happened?

Why did Han Qiao kiss him?

Why should he obediently be kissed?

Did their actions just now have a special meaning?

When kissed by a drunk owner, what kind of reaction should I use to meet the straight man design, wait online, urgent!

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Xie Ruiyan was petrified for a long time before he recovered and gritted his teeth: "You said you were not gay, but you hugged and kissed and wanted to touch your dimples."

Han Qiao half-closed his eyes, raised his lips and smiled contentedly: "I'm not gay, I don't have that kind of worldly desire."

"Then how do you explain the face kiss just now?"

"Want to know?"

"Ah."

"Kiss me too, and I'll tell you."

"...I don't kiss you, you're drunk, but I don't."

"I really can't do anything about you." Han Qiao sighed, "You kissed me on the face that day in return, and I have always been bitter about the oil stains and biscuit crumbs you left on my face."

"Natural scum!" Xie Ruiyan was dumbfounded, "The mutual kisses can't stop, can they?"

"Maybe you can apply for an idea for a perpetual motion machine."

"?"

Han Qiao propped up his body, brushing his long, messy jet-black hair over his arms, the ends of which were pressed up, one of his collars was turned up, and the olive-leaf-shaped collar button was loosely fastened to it, and it was about to fall off. It's not as clean and tidy as usual.

This dress will be changed later.

Even so, Xie Ruiyan raised his hand, fastened the collar button for Han Qiao, turned up the collar, and stroked it carefully, smoothing Mr. Shun Han's fur.

Han Qiao adheres to the principle of "sticking sticks" and sticks to heat sources.

Xie Ruiyan: "..."

Really like a cat.

Han Qiao is very strange. After he is drunk, it seems that his whole body has turned on the switch of restlessness. Not only does he shoot "I like you" with his eyes, but he also throws wink around like a bargain.

Throw it to the oven at home, to the cat climbing frame in the guest room, and to Xie Ruiyan who is close at hand.

Mr. Han, really, what a good wave to dominate Mr., fresh and refined, unheard of.

Xie Ruiyan reflected on himself: "There must be something wrong with me to feel guilty about living here. If you don't make a fuss, you count me as the loser."

Xie Ruiyan started his fuss.

Zhuang Bi said that he had better help Han Qiao take a bath, change into pajamas and put him on the bed. Xie Ruiyan implemented it seriously, but he didn't let Han Qiao sleep after the execution.

Xie Ruiyan pinched Mr. Han's face, pulled Mr. Han's long hair, and felt the wonderful feeling of the thick hair slipping between his fingers. Even the hair quality of the sisters at home was not so good, and it had never brought him such a novelty. experience.

Xie Ruiyan put his palms up again, counted the number of abdominal muscles, and even pressed the opponent's body firmly, treating Mr. Han as a fierce horse on the green grassland, and almost shouted "drive".

Han Qiao's eyes were distracted the whole time, and he smiled dotingly.

"Han Qiao?"

"Hmm... Xiao Xie..."

The drunk Han Qiao was exceptionally docile, without showing the slightest bit of displeasure, his brows and eyes were gentle, as if he was conniving at the mischief of countless puppies.

He would usually say a few words to Xie Ruiyan, but now he accepts all the orders, obviously providing one-stop service from beginning to end, and finally asked Xie Ruiyan: "Are you feeling better?"

Xie Ruiyan pressed him, as if he was tossing a person with impaired behavioral ability, which was exactly what Assistant Zhuang said, "Mr. Han is so good-looking, don't do anything illegal and disciplined."

On the verge of being arrested on the spot, Dapeng spread his wings.

Xie Ruiyan threw him away: "Stop playing, it's boring."

It seems that he is bullying the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, something only stinky hooligans can do.

Han Qiao's brows and eyes are clear, and his slightly thin lips are slightly curved. It is clearly what people call "light face", but it gives people an unusually strong feeling.

"Then do some more—something you find interesting?"

Rejecting this unscrupulous temptation, Xie Ruiyan rolled over and got out of bed, and asked with his hands on the bed, "Honestly, Han Qiao, I don't know how to repay you. I never dreamed that there would be such a day, a week, or even a day like this." a month."

Han Qiao is obsessed with the point he loves, from the beginning to the end, never forgetting the original intention: "Dimples, I like to watch."

"What kind of dimple control are you? Why hasn't the media exposed this point?" Xie Ruiyan compromised, "Then I can't giggle in front of you all the time. There are no obvious dimples when I smile."

Han Qiao raised his fingers again and counted: "Laugh hard at least three times a day. Get up once, have dinner once, and have a good night before going to bed."

Like a good morning kiss.

Xie Ruiyan stared at the calluses and blisters on Han Qiao's fingers, and asked softly, "Are you my wife?"

"Hahahaha." Han Qiao was caught laughing for some reason, "Xiao Xie, you are cute and kind."

Xie Ruiyan wrapped Han Qiao's hand and put his fist in his palm: "No, I advise you to be kind."

Hearing this, Han Qiao stopped laughing and showed a sweet and universal smile like a holy father.

With hazy eyes and a sweet smile, if the full score is [-] points, Han Qiao's smile can be scored [-].

Xie Ruiyan: "..."

In just one round, Xie Ruiyan gave up discussing wives with the drunk who seemed not too drunk.

He went to the kitchen to pour some water, fed it to Han Qiao, and wiped the water stains from his lips.

Xie Ruiyan thought of the furry mouth of the big cat, and his heart skipped a beat.

Xie Ruiyan failed to change the subject, and was dragged into the whirlpool of dimples by Han Qiao.

"I can't imagine why someone likes dimples, isn't it just a facial defect with sunken muscles, a small blemish that few people have, why is it so attractive in your eyes?"

A powerful magnet is nothing more than that.

"My mother also has dimples, and Teacher Han is so fascinated. No one has ever said that it is a flaw." Han Qiao asked Xie Ruiyan to hold her hand obediently, and told the truth, "Just like her, your dimples also have buffs."

Xie Ruiyan: "What buff?"

Drawing the shape of sleeping pills on the bed with his fingers, Han Qiao raised his eyes and smiled at Xie Rui: "The buff of zolpidem tartrate."

Xie Ruiyan: "???"

What is this guy talking about?seems very amazing.

He remembered it in his heart, and was going to look it up later, but the six characters were too long, and he didn't know how to write them, and they were forgotten in a few seconds, and he couldn't remember them anymore.

Xie Ruiyan basically gave up chatting with Han Qiao: "You should go to bed when you're drunk, don't drag me into drunken talk, I still have work, I'm leaving first, come back later to see if you kicked the quilt."

"Don't work, stay with me." Han Qiao grabbed the hem of Xie Ruiyan's pajamas, "I can't sleep, Ruiyan."

"Why are you so clingy?" Xie Ruiyan wanted to pull his claws away, but Han Qiao's hands were not usually strong, and the coral fleece at the hem of his clothes was about to crack, but his hands remained motionless.

"Sharp words."

"Don't call it that."

"Sharp words."

"Mr. Han, please don't be so nasty, gay people are not like that."

"Is there any problem with calling you Ruiyan?" Seeing that Xie Ruiyan didn't answer, Han Qiao asked again, "What do you call a gay guy?"

"I mean don't pull my clothes." Xie Ruiyan was quite devastated, "I don't know what a homosexual is called, I just know that if you go on like this, my strings of reason will be completely broken, and I'm afraid I will vent my anger on you. You'll be my horse all night tonight."

Han Qiao listened patiently and came to a conclusion: "I should call you, sharp words."

It is said that people have four stages of emotional development after frustration, denial, anger, frustration, and acceptance.

Xie Ruiyan has accepted it now, and said with no expression: "Don't call it that."

Han Qiao can't think of the kind of animal other than the Alaskan sled dog, especially the hibernating creature, which pops out of its mouth easily when drunk.

He chuckled lightly, and his attitude was very cooperative: "Okay then, thank you hedgehog."

Xie Ruiyan suddenly refused to accept it again: What species is Xie the hedgehog?

"You might as well call me Ruiyan."

"Well, Ruiyan." Han Qiao repeated it again, saying like a mantra, "Give me the dimple."

Xie Ruiyan tentatively communicated with the drunk, and even made a fake gesture of grabbing something on his face: "Let's discuss, I'll take off the dimple and give it to you. You can hold it to sleep and let me go to work, okay?"

Xie Ruiyan "took off" it, and put a cloud of air into Han Qiao's palm.

Unexpectedly, Han Qiao held the air and "glued" it back to Xie Ruiyan's face. He moved his fingers precisely, and even adjusted the angle for fear of sticking it crookedly.

Xie Ruiyan: "..."

"Don't pick it off, it won't look good if you take it off, let me touch it when it grows on your face."

Xie Ruiyan was so old, it was the first time that he doubted his own appearance.

"So... do you think that the only good-looking parts of me are dimples?"

Han Qiao said, "Yes."

Xie Ruiyan: "Oh, man."

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The author has something to say: the number of words can’t be suppressed, don’t suppress it, can you V depends on God’s will=3

【the Hangover】

Mr. Han, who was awake, held his forehead: wait, I don't think so.My cub... Xie Ruiyan looks good everywhere.

Xiao Xie: Let’s take a look at the male mother’s filter.

Mr. Han:?