Today is also seriously pampering the enemy

"Are you saying that what you confessed to me last night is as if it didn't happen?"

Qi Yu stepped on Fu Yan's chest without using any force, and his movements were a little charming.

He had a half-smile, "It's still the matter of you kissing me, just pretend it didn't happen?"

"..."

Fu Yan's rare eyes were rounded, pointing at himself and at Qiyu, dumbfounded.

He still can't believe that he, who has always been prudent, would do such an immoral thing. Things like alcohol are indeed a villain.

And even after Qi Yu said that, he still didn't have the slightest impression.

For a while, he didn't know that Qi Yu was deceiving himself deliberately, but it was true.

"So surprised? After playing the rogue, you reneged on your debt?"

Qi Yu pouted, stepped forward and grabbed Fu Yan by the collar, with a fierce expression on his face, "Don't use being drunk as an excuse, what happened just happened. If you tell me that your first love is someone else... ...Even if it makes headlines again, I will beat you to death."

"..."

Fu Yan lay obediently on the bed, nodded stiffly.

Is this Xiaoyu?

Why did he have a feeling that after the paper window was pierced, Xiao Yu became more ferocious?

"All right."

Qi Yu let go of him in satisfaction, and kicked Fu Yan's arm with his foot, "Get up, get up and make hangover soup by yourself, remember to bring me a breakfast. Tossing until midnight, I'm exhausted."

After speaking, he climbed onto the bed, squeezed away Fu Yan's seat, wrapped the quilt tightly like a spring roll, and yawned comfortably.

"..."

Fu Yan looked at the large characters of Qiyu, and then looked around. The dirty clothes worn last night were thrown all over the floor; the teacup was poured on the table, and there was still a little dry water stain on the carpet.

It's messy everywhere.

These... are all made by him?

Fu Yan sat on the bed for a long time, and finally got up and started cleaning the house.

The noise of the washing bucket was too loud, which would wake Xiaoyu up. He picked up the dirty clothes one by one and piled them all in the laundry basket, waiting for the cleaning lady to come and pick them up.

All the teacups were put back in place, he was a bit of a clean freak, the stained carpet couldn't be wiped clean, so he simply sent it to dry cleaning together.

He took out his dusty mobile phone from under the bed, wiped it clean and found that there was only a little battery left, and the screen was full of calls from Yang Chuan, Kang Yi, and his eldest brother and mother.

"..."

Fu Yantong ignored it, opened Meituan directly, ordered two breakfasts, and asked the takeaway boy to deliver them to the front desk, and someone would bring them up.

After submitting the order, the phone just ran out of power and turned off.

Fu Yan wanted to go to the bedside table to get the charging cable, but when he looked up, he saw Qi Yu supporting half of his body and propping his chin, looking at him leisurely.

"Lots of missed calls and texts."

His eyes fell on the pitch-black screen, "It seems quite urgent, won't you call back?"

"It's not important to you."

Fu Yan connected the charging port, and then put the phone into the cabinet as if he really didn't care.

After tidying up half of the house, his thoughts seemed to have been sorted out.Even if many memories of yesterday have disappeared, that's okay, as long as the most important ones can be identified.

He turned his head and looked at Qi Yu fixedly, "You said I confessed to you yesterday?"

"Ah."

Qi Yu nodded, exaggeratedly, "Yesterday you were still hugging me, you refused to let go, and Donglin saw you..."

Fu Yan didn't care about this at all, "Then what's your answer?"

"What answer?"

"What happened last night."

Fu Yan still didn't have the nerve to say 'confession' directly, but his eyes were burning, and everyone could understand the meaning in it, "What's your answer?"

Qi Yu smiled, and now he knew that after seven years, the two of them finally had no misunderstanding.

"My answer?"

He shrank back, like a curled up shrimp, and rolled back twice, leaving half a gap in the bed, "I stayed last night, isn't that the best answer?"

"I don't want to hear you say that."

Fu Yan shook his head, he was not so easy to deceive after calming down.

It happened that the battery of the mobile phone was fully charged, so he simply turned on the recording and pressed the start button, "What you said yesterday, I want to hear you say it again."

"..."

Looking at the wave stripes on the recording interface, Qi Yu couldn't help but lifted the quilt and covered half of his face, "This, don't you need it? What are you doing recording? Do you still want to take this to the court after breaking up? "

"Break up? Did you admit it?"

Fu Yan's expression softened a lot. He sat on the side of the bed and stubbornly put the phone beside Qi Yu, "It's not okay to admit it like this. I want you to answer me directly and directly."

"..."

This man is really, never ending.

Qi Yu stared at him with open black eyes, paused for a long time, then suddenly threw off the quilt, put his arms around Fu Yan's shoulder, leaned over and bit his lips hard.

"hiss--"

Fu Yan couldn't help taking a breath.

"pain?"

Qi Yu let go, touched the tooth marks on the corner of his lips, and a sly look flashed in his eyes, "After stamping, the law will recognize it."

Fu Yan also touched the corner of his mouth, but there was no bleeding.

"This will go away."

He hugged him dissatisfied, and the two of them fell on the soft bed, "The shelf life is so short."

"alright."

Qi Yu kissed him on the nose again as a comfort, "From now on, I will give you a stamp every morning, and it will be freshly cooked every day."

"This is what you promised."

Fu Yan clicked on the recording, and it has been recorded for almost 2 minutes. He is very satisfied, "You can't lie down."

"Why are you still driving this?"

Qi Yu was dissatisfied and wanted to snatch his mobile phone, while yelling nonsense, "How long are you going to leave it on? Do you turn it on even when you go to bed? Turn it off!"

He knew that he was not a person who was used to talking sweet words, and his boldness before was only aimed at Fu Yan's silence.

For two people who love each other, one of them must take the first step before they can stand side by side.

"Why do you want to close it?"

Fu Yan stuffed the phone behind his waist, and at the same time grabbed Qi Yu's hand and put it on his chest, "Why can't I record it? I want to hear your voice."

He paused, his voice was low, and his palms were hot, "Those on the bed also want to. When you're not around, you can listen to it repeatedly."

Qi Yu's ears turned red when he said it, and he forced his mouth to stiffen, "...Cut, I'm not here, so you don't know how to call me?"

"A fight is a fight."

Fu Yan held him in his arms, and carefully pecked and kissed him from the tip of his ears all the way to his collarbone, "But if you want to finish the fight, you can only listen to the recording."

"Well……"

A hot kiss fell on Qi Yu's neck unexpectedly, and he subconsciously let out a low gasp, his lips trembling.

"As it is now."

Seeing that he couldn't help holding his breath, Fu Yan thought it was funny, so he quickly pulled his collar, not daring to tease him anymore.

"...Turn off your broken recording immediately."

Embarrassed and angry, Qi Yu got under the quilt directly, muttering, muffled, "I'm going to sleep."

Fu Yan didn't mind, and hugged him even with the quilt, "Do you still have breakfast?"

"Don't eat now."

Qi Yu yawned, covered with a quilt, and said in a vague voice, "Do you have a microwave oven here? Wait to heat it up, and I'll get up at nine o'clock to eat."

"it is good."

Fu Yan has always been responsive to him, "I will call you."

The shrimp in the quilt was silent for a long time, and finally squeezed and squeezed, rubbing and rubbing, revealing a messy hairy head.

Qi Yu took a deep breath, and finally felt a bit of coolness on his cheeks that were so stuffy that they heated up.

He turned his head and almost bumped into the man's lips.

"You hug me so tightly, I can hardly breathe."

Qi Yu blamed him, but didn't intend to push him away, "It's summer, it's very hot."

"You can come out to breathe."

As Fu Yan said, he touched his head and hugged him even tighter.

...like a dream.

No, he had never had such a beautiful dream before.

"You will stamp me a stamp every day from now on."

Fu Yan said.

"it is good."

"Each chapter is covered,"

Fu Yan looked down at him, and the breaths of the two were intertwined again, "It means you like me more and more."

"That's over."

Qi Yu touched his lips subconsciously, "Am I going to kiss like a sausage mouth?"

"That can also be reversed."

Fu Yan was very generous, "I can kiss you too."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, looked for those two familiar lips, and kissed them.

……

Dong Lin got off the elevator in dismay, and when he passed through the corridor, he saw a waitress standing in front of Fu Yan's room with a puzzled look on her face.

His heart tightened, worried that it was an illegitimate child or a paparazzi in disguise.

Although it is not within his business scope, the owner of this room is within Brother Qi's business scope...

"What are you doing here?"

Dong Lin walked over with a serious face, looked up and down vigilantly at the other party, "Who are you?"

"Hi sir, I am delivering food to the guests in this room."

The waiter quickly puffed up his chest, revealing the nameplate on his chest. Donglin looked at it politely, and it really said the words "front desk customer service xxx" on it.

He quickly took out his staff card to prove his identity, "I misunderstood. The guest in this room is my friend."

The waiter immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It's like this, sir. This customer ordered two takeaways and entrusted us to deliver them. But I kept ringing the door just now, but no one knocked..."

"Maybe something went out."

Donglin looked at the time, it was only eight o'clock, "Put the takeaway here, I'll give him a call."

"Ok, thank you."

Relieved, the waiter put the takeaway by the door, turned around and left.

Dong Lin looked at Fu Yan's room and scratched his head.

In fact, he didn't have Fu Yan's personal phone number, and the work account obviously couldn't get through at this time.

But he didn't necessarily have to contact Fu Yan.

Dong Lin opened the address book and called Qi Yu directly.

The phone rang for almost a minute and then hung up automatically.

Feeling strange, he rang the bell before walking to the door, and rang again.

"Jingle Bell……"

He heard familiar voices, from a little, vague music, to a complete song that could be vaguely heard through the wall.

It was Qi Yu's phone ringtone, but it rang in Fu Yan's room.

The author has something to say: the dog man is doing bad things again.

Today is another streaker monster and manuscript rush monster (lemon shed tears)

Thanks to Ayashuang for mine~

Thank you for the nutrient solution of thinking twice and delaying x2, Chi Ze x2, waiting x10, and wandering earrings x2~

Chirp everyone!