President, he doesn't think I'm a stand-in

The brain deeply paralyzed by alcohol couldn't turn around for a while, Fu Baiyan turned his face back, blinked his eyelashes in confusion, and then took a closer look.

This was unbelievable, he actually found that the person in his arms had turned into a big tree at some point.

"Who are you? You're not Su Jingyan, where have you been, baby Jingyan?" He was shocked, let go of his hands, and staggered back several steps.

Where is his wife?Where did his big wife go? ? ?

Su Jingyan: ...

The security men not far away were watching the situation here. He took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and supported the man's broad shoulders with one hand, "I'm here, right behind you."

Fu Boyan's figure froze instantly.

A few seconds later, he turned around abruptly and hugged the person behind him with all his strength.

This hug was urgent and fierce, with the rich and strong aroma of wine rushing towards his face, Su Jingyan's heartbeat suddenly lost control.

But the heartbeat of the man holding him was more violent than his, and it was transmitted to his eardrums, like thunder and drums.

"You are here, so you are here..." Fu Baiyan's voice was completely hoarse, and his muscular arms trembled with force, "You didn't want me, you can't let me go, you are mine, you are mine... "

"I am myself—" In the suffocating embrace, Su Jingyan spoke with difficulty, but stopped in the middle of speaking.

Why argue with a drunk about right and wrong?

He lowered his voice, as if coaxing a child: "You let me go first, let's talk when we go back?"

"I won't let go, if you let go, you will leave!" Fu Baiyan really became drunk, not only did not let go, but also hugged him tighter and tighter.

"Ahem..." Su Jingyan coughed twice on purpose, "If you don't let me go, I will cough—I will be strangled to death by you."

This sentence turned out to be very effective, Fu Boyan immediately let go of his arms, and turned to hold his face with both hands, and asked nervously with his tongue out, "Did I hurt you?"

Facing this face at close range, Su Jingyan realized how red the man's eyes were, and how aggrieved and pitiful the man's expression was, like a silly dog ​​abandoned by its owner.

His heart softened inexplicably, he raised his hand to hold him, and ordered: "Follow me."

Anger turns into anger, Fu Baiyan is drunk like this, if something happens to a person here, he will have a bad conscience for the rest of his life.

Half dragging and half hugging along the way, Su Jingyan finally brought the hill-like man back to the door of Lin Baobao's house, and panting, she tried to take out the key from her pocket.

"Baby Jingyan, you little boy..." Fu Baiyan hung most of his body on him, with his hot breath on his neck, screaming heartily.

"Don't move, don't move!" Su Jingyan was so itchy that she almost flinched, and finally aligned the key with the keyhole. With a "click", as soon as the door opened, she was thrown down by the man on top of her.

"Ah!" He yelled shortly, and the next second, the whole person fell on the carpet in the living room, with a strong body under it.

At the very moment, Fu Baiyan abruptly reversed the postures of the two of them and placed himself under him.

"Fu Baiyan!" Su Jingyan was so angry that he punched the man hard, "Are you pretending to be drunk?"

"Hey hey..." Fu Boyan groped and held his hand again, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying at all, only staring at him and giggling.

Su Jingyan was so angry and funny, she simply lay down on his chest again, thinking to rest for a while before talking.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of heavy breathing above his head gradually calmed down.

Su Jingyan raised her head quietly, this person actually closed his eyes and fell asleep?

He got up, and after a lot of effort, he dragged the man who had slept like a dead pig back to the big bed in his room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got on the bed, Fu Baiyan opened his eyes, quickly grabbed his hand, and growled, "Don't go!"

"It's midnight, where can I go?" Su Jingyan asked angrily, "I'm just going to get you a glass of water."

Fu Boyan didn't listen and didn't listen, he sat up straight, pulled his head down again, leaned over and kissed him without any reason.

He was not drunk tonight, but this kiss was tainted with a stronger smell of alcohol, and his brain was slightly dizzy.

Unexpectedly, after a few seconds of kissing, the man suddenly stopped, then pushed him away, and retched himself: "yue~"

Su Jingyan:? ? ?

This is... Kiss him and vomit?

With black lines on his face, he angrily dragged him to the bathroom.

After a while, Fu Boyan wiped his mouth, turned his head and stared at the little lover for a few seconds, and then leaned over to kiss him again.

This time, Su Jingyan finally couldn't help but exploded, and was kicked back.

"You're dead, Fu Boyan." He glared fiercely at the misty-eyed man, "We'll settle the score tomorrow!"

Lin Baobao opened the door of the house, and immediately smelled that the alcohol smell in the house was a bit beyond the standard.

Strange, didn't Xiao Yanyan have a few drinks tonight?

He walked to the second bedroom and was seriously considering whether to knock on the door when the door opened from the inside.

"Ayan, are you awake?" Lin Baobao grinned, glanced inside inadvertently, his eyes instantly stared like copper bells, "Ayan? You brought someone back?"

Su Jingyan turned her body sideways, "Would you like to take a closer look?"

Lin Baobao looked on tiptoe several times, "I'll go! It's Mr. Fu? Didn't you two quarrel?"

Su Jingyan gave a "tsk", took it to the door casually, and changed the subject, "Why did you come back, and had a good drink with Mr. Jiang?"

As soon as Jiang Jinchen was mentioned, Lin Baobao's flushed little face immediately turned redder, and he stuttered: "No, no, it's very pleasant..."

Su Jingyan: "Huh? What did you say?"

"I haven't had much in-depth chat with him, and this kind of son doesn't like people like me..." Lin Baobao's eyes began to evade.

Su Jingyan's eyes were sharp, and she noticed that his lips were red and swollen, and the corners of his lips were a little torn, as if he had done something else.

"Young Master Jiang is indeed not that simple, but don't underestimate yourself." He raised his foot and walked to the living room, and clicked all the way, "You can handle it yourself."

"Well, I know." Lin Baobao responded, and suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, aren't we talking about you and Mr. Fu?"

"We have nothing to talk about." Su Jingyan poured two glasses of warm water, and passed one to Fa Xiao, "We can talk about it when he wakes up tomorrow."

Relieved from the shock of receiving the confession, he knew that the grudge in his heart had not been resolved.

Lin Baobao was thoughtful: "Anyway, Ayan, you are so angry that you are still willing to pick him up. You really like Mr. Fu very much."

Su Jingyan was startled, "Do you like... him?"

"Yes, yes!" Lin Baobao nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Ayan, you don't know how ruthless you are to people you don't like?"

Su Jingyan continued to hesitate: "Have I...?"

"You really can't recognize yourself!" Lin Baobao got excited and counted on his fingers, "When I was a freshman, there was a boy who played the guitar for you downstairs in the dormitory and confessed to you, but you turned to the dormitory manager without saying a word. My aunt complained that he was disturbing the people."

Su Jingyan: "That's because he sings so badly."

Lin Baobao continued to work hard: "When you were in your sophomore year, the girl who had been chasing you for more than a year gave you an umbrella in the heavy rain. If you didn't want it, she would accompany you in the rain. In the end, you took a leisurely walk back to the dormitory."

Su Jingyan: "...there is no need to mention the past."

In the middle of the night, Su Jingyan was woken up by the heat.

He dreamed that he was hugging Fu Boyan, but the temperature on his body was getting higher and higher, and finally turned into a large furnace.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and it turned out that he was being hugged tightly by a man, and his heavy limbs were firmly pressed against him.

He couldn't help struggling, and at the same time, Fu Boyan gasped in pain.

Su Jingyan stopped struggling, and was surprised to find that the man's face was unusually red, but his lips were pale and dry.

"Could it be a fever?" Su Jingyan's heart skipped a beat, she reached out her hand and touched his forehead, her fingers curled up slightly from the heat.

Su Jingyan sighed, got up from the bed resignedly, twisted a warm towel, and wanted to give him a physical cooling first.

"Hmm..." Fu Boyan let out another meaningless hum as the towel covered his hot forehead.

Su Jingyan patiently wiped his forehead and neck, removed the towel in time after it became hot, and prepared to twist a new one.

However, just as he got up, his free left hand was held.

"Don't, don't go..."

"What did you say?" Su Jingyan turned around and moved closer, "I can't hear you clearly."

"Uncomfortable...I'm so uncomfortable..." Fu Boyan frowned, his expression was uneasy and vulnerable that he had never seen before.

Su Jingyan could understand this feeling, every time he had a fever and was sick, the dreams he had would become grotesque, strange and terrifying.

He held his frighteningly hot big hand behind his back, and coaxed softly: "Hey, hold on, I'll find you a fever-reducing paste."

"...Why, don't you like me..." The man was deep in his nightmare, his dry lips opened and closed, and he kept uttering indistinguishable words.

But this time, Su Jingyan miraculously understood.

He was silent for a moment, let go of the towel, stroked the man's red cheeks, and muttered to himself, "Actually... I like it."

That's why he was extra angry and disappointed.

"Hmm..." Fu Baiyan rubbed his face against the source of the coldness, and let out a comfortable sigh from his throat.

"You say you love me, I can believe it, but it doesn't mean that the previous things are written off." Su Jingyan gently stroked his cheek with her thumb, "I'm a very small person, you have to be prepared."

People often say that they tell the truth after drinking, and it shouldn't be a lie if they are drunk like this, but the accounts that need to be settled must be settled clearly.

"Mom..." This time, Fu Boyan uttered two very clear words.

The expression on Professor Su's face froze for a second.

?Did he call mom just now?

"Ahem..." Su Jingyan cleared her throat, pulled out her hand and wanted to get up and leave.

But Fu Boyan immediately raised his arms and hugged his hand tightly like a life-saving straw, "Don't go, don't leave me..."

"But I'm not your mother." Su Jingyan replied helplessly.

However, it is also understandable that once sick, no matter how old people are, they will instinctively miss their mothers.Moreover, their family's family relationship is so weak, presumably Fu always has no chance to act coquettishly with his mother.

Forget it, the love of a father is like a mountain, it's okay to be a mother once in a while...

Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind that if Fu Boyan called his mother again, he would reluctantly respond, which was considered to have fulfilled Mr. Fu's little wish.

"Wife..."

"Hey, here it is." Su Jingyan's mouth was quicker than her brain, and it was only after she finished answering that she realized that the man called "wife" this time.

Su Jingyan: ...

"My wife, I love you..." Receiving a response, Fu Boyan closed his eyes and grinned contentedly.

Su Jingyan: "? Are you pretending to be sick?"