Today's Shura field is also very lively

In the silent studio, there is only the rustling of the branches of the camphor tree outside the teaching building.

Chen Qi raised his head, looking at the silent man standing in front of him, he felt a little ridiculous for a while.

In his memory, Yan Huan, who would speak in a low voice with grievances in a daze, could only speak when Yan Huan was drunk in his previous life.

In the middle of the night in his last life, he just came out of the studio exhausted after staying up all night and during the day.

After he came out of the studio, he took a shower in the room, and when he came out, he saw a man in the room who smelled of alcohol with his eyes slightly half closed, leaning on the sofa.

The man is expressionless, his tie is loosely pulled open, a few strands of black hair are scattered on the deep brow bone, and he rests on the sofa with one hand, revealing a messy laziness.

Chen Qi walked over slowly, squatted down, raised his head and hesitated slightly: "Second Lord?"

The smell of alcohol on the man's body was extremely strong, he didn't know how much he had drunk, Chen Qi only felt that he was close to him, and the air around him was intoxicated by the steaming alcohol.

The man pursed his lips tightly, feeling someone approaching in a daze of consciousness, he barely opened his eyes, and saw a young man with soft black hair squatting in front of him, looking up at him quietly with his head slightly raised.

Yan Huan felt hot all over his body, his throat moved, and he said hoarsely, "Come here."

Chen Xi was a little dazed, but he didn't expect to feel dizzy in the next second. In the blink of an eye, he was wrapped tightly around his head by the man's hands and lay down on the sofa.

The man pressed his hands on him, his back was tightly arched, and he knelt on the sofa with one knee with his long legs, facing Chen Qi with an expressionless face.

Chen Qi didn't move. After waiting for a few minutes, he hesitated and tentatively struggled with his wrist.

Unexpectedly, the man immediately frowned and said hoarsely, "Don't move."

Chen Xi didn't move. He opened his eyes and watched the expressionless man slowly leaning over. He subconsciously closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he didn't feel the warmth he expected, but only felt his body sink.

He opened his eyes, turned his head to look at a hairy head reeking of alcohol resting on his shoulder next to his collarbone, lifeless.

Chen Qi: "..."

More than ten minutes passed, and the man who was heavily pressed on his body remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep, and Chen Xi couldn't breathe under the pressure.

Chen Xi struggled to move his body, and he tried to whisper in the man's ear: "Second master?"

The man on the body didn't respond, and seemed to be falling asleep with his eyes closed.

Chen Qi was pressed for more than half an hour, until he felt numb and stiff in one side of his body, he couldn't help holding back a mouthful, and forcefully lifted the man on his body.

The drowsy man was suddenly thrown onto the carpet under the sofa, his hair was disheveled, and he sat on the carpet blankly.

Chen Qi rubbed his numb legs and sat on the sofa. He tentatively called out to the man sitting on the carpet: "Second Lord, shall I make you a bowl of hangover soup?"

As expected, the man was so drunk that he couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he just sat on the sofa blankly.

Although he didn't understand, the man looked up at him expressionlessly as always, and said coldly, "Come here."

Chen Qi turned around to get a glass of water for the man, holding the glass while perfunctoryly saying: "Come here, come here."

Hearing Chen Qi's words, the man stretched out his hands, waited for a few seconds, found no one in his arms, raised his head slowly and said: "No, come here."

Chen Qi, who was holding a water glass, didn't want to experience the feeling of being crushed to death again. He reached out and grabbed a pillow, stuffed it into the man's arms and coaxed, "It's here."

The man lowered his head drunkenly, clenched his hands bluntly, lowered his head and rubbed slowly.

Chen Qi squatted down, held up the water glass and said patiently: "Second Master, open your mouth and drink water."

Lowering his head and slowly rubbing his head against the man he was hugging, he threw away the pillow and said to the person in front of him expressionlessly, "You lied to me."

Holding the water glass, Chen Qi held his breath, squeezed out a smile, and said softly, "I didn't lie to you, drink slowly."

The man was silent, tilting his head and pursing his lips.

Chen Qi lost his patience, he stayed up all night and during the day, God knows how much he wanted to lie on the bed and sleep right now.

He put the water glass on the table with a "snap", put his hands on his chest, looked at the man expressionlessly and said, "Do you want to drink?"

Anyway, seeing how drunk the man is now, he probably won't remember what happened tonight.

The man tilted his head and remained motionless, stiff in place, looking terribly stubborn.

Chen Qi almost didn't get laughed at, he got up, just about to get a straw and put it in the water glass, when he saw the man quickly pulled his clothes with one hand, took the water glass with the other and drank it down.

I choked several times because I drank too fast.

Chen Qi paused when he got up, squatted down, took the man's water glass, and said, "Drink slowly."

The man pursed his lips, his ears were a little red, he slowly pulled Chen Qi's collar closer, his head slowly approached Chen Qi, raised his head, and said in a small voice with grievance on his face: "Why are you ignoring me?" ?”

Chen Qi was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously felt that the man was thinking of Zhou Lu, after all Zhou Lu went abroad during this period of time a few years ago.

No wonder you drink so much.

The man murmured softly, "Why don't you like me..."

Chen Qi said softly: "Second Master, I like it."

The man made a serious face, shook his head, then closed his eyes melancholy and said, "You don't understand."

Chen Qi didn't want to argue with a drunk whether he understood this matter, so he dragged the man with great effort, and dragged the man to his bed after exhausting his boss's strength.

As soon as the man was on his bed, he went quiet and said nothing.

Chen Qi prayed in his heart not to vomit at night, but at the same time he was so sleepy that he couldn't bear it, and fell asleep on the bed with the man.

The man was drunk, lying expressionless with his eyes open for more than an hour. He listened to the sound of the sleeping young man beside him breathing, then lifted the quilt with his eyes shining, and walked out of the room with bare feet.

In the middle of the night, Yan's house was silent. The man who got out of the bed with bare feet appeared to be normal, but in fact he was already drunk and dizzy. He walked all the way to the living room barefooted with a serious expression.

There was a key lying quietly on the shoe cabinet in the living room, which was placed on the shoe cabinet by Chen Qi when he came back from the studio.The man stood in front of the shoe cabinet with a serious expression, staring straight at the key, then flicked the key vigorously with his fingers, and said through gritted teeth, "Bad thing."

The barefoot man held the key in his hand and stood at the door of the room, as if he was thinking dully.

After a few minutes, the man walked into the room, he squatted down, and put the key in his leather shoe seriously.

Then he pressed the insole with satisfaction, raised his head and happily climbed onto the bed.

The man who climbed onto the bed was a little shy towards the sleeping young man, secretly kissed the young man's forehead lightly, and then lay down contentedly.

Early the next morning, Yan Huan woke up with a headache. He opened his eyes drowsily and agitatedly, only to find a sleeping Chen Qi lying beside him.

His drowsy head had a severe headache, but he froze in place.

It took him a long time to recover, he seemed a little flustered, hurriedly put on his clothes, and rushed to the company.

But in the company, until the afternoon, everyone could see that Mr. Yan was absent-minded today.

Yan Huan himself leaned back on the chair and threw a document on the table irritably, unable to read a single word. He pursed his lips, thinking silently about last night, the two of them...

Are you asleep?

Yan Huan was a little annoyed. After waking up this morning, he had no memory of last night.

Until the servants of Yan's house hurriedly called, saying that Young Master Chen had searched Yan's house all over, but he still hadn't found the key to his studio. There is no spare key.

Yan Huan turned the pen carelessly, and said to the phone: "I don't have a spare key, if I can't find the key, ask someone to pry open the studio."

After the other end of the phone hung up, Yan Huan got up and wanted to go to the bathroom.And he had just taken two steps before he froze in place, and the hazy fragments flashed intermittently in the middle of last night.

He lowered his head in disbelief, looked at his leather shoes, then walked into the office bathroom with a slightly stiff body.

In the bathroom, under the bright light, a key lay quietly on the sink, and Yan Huan looked at the key silently.

key.

He took it out of his shoe.

He also stuffed it under the insole with all his strength, for fear of being discovered.

Yan Huan was a little desperate, he took out his mobile phone, made a call to the servant of Yan's house and said, "Change the studio to Young Master Chen."

After coming over for a while, he said silently, "An electronic lock is required."