you are my baby [rebirth]

When Lu Xiye said this, everyone in the room fell silent.

Wen An quietly let go of the hand that had just touched the wine glass. She bit her lip lightly, and looked sideways at Jiang Suifeng.

Jiang Suifeng looked down at the wine glass in his hand, his face was quite calm, but his brows were still slightly frowned, and the edges of the clean and tidy nails on the hand holding the wine glass were also exposed due to the force. White.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people in the center of the storm, and the small banquet hall, which was originally noisy and boiling, suddenly smelled like needles falling.

Although the filming of "Lie" has not been too long, the crew members still know Jiang Suifeng quite well.

Although the child looks a little cold, but he knows how to measure, and he can let go when playing.

It stands to reason that it's just a cup of wine, but to people in this circle, it's really nothing.

If it was said that it was originally to protect Wen An, a girl who had just entered the circle, everyone would understand.

But now, Lu Xiye obviously stood up to understand the relationship between him and Wen An. If he doesn't drink this glass of wine, it will not only appear that Jiang Suifeng is ignorant, but it will also make it difficult for the other party to step down.

And Lu Xiye was also very strange at the moment.

A person who obviously doesn't care too much about everything, now seems to be reluctant to forgive Jiang Suifeng.

His gaze was fixed on Jiang Suifeng, without any intention of giving in.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and several "old men" who had been in the circle for many years were almost unsteady, wondering whether they should step forward to relieve the siege again.

"Shen Bian," it was Liu An who made the fuss first, and he was the first to stand up and plead with Shen Yusheng: "Why don't we just forget it? It was just a joke."

Shen Yusheng was the oldest, with a high status in the circle, and was highly respected. As long as he spoke up, this matter would be over.

But before Shen Yusheng could speak, Lu Xiye spoke first.

He looked at Jiang Suifeng for a moment, his voice was a little soft, without any sense of pressure: "Jiang Suifeng, my hands are sore."

"Huh?" Jiang Suifeng finally moved his eyes from the glass to Lu Xiye's face.

He really drank too much tonight, as soon as Lu Xiye's words came out, it seemed that all the alcohol had rushed to his head, making him unable to think or act.

Lu Xiye shook the wine glass in his hand, and reminded him in a gentle voice: "Bring a glass of wine."

Jiang Suifeng looked at him for a moment, then suddenly asked softly: "It's a game, right?"

Lu Xiye's eyes darkened obviously. Before he could speak, Fang Wenfeng replied loudly: "It's a game, it's a game."

Fang Wenfeng's voice was like coaxing a child, and as he spoke, the atmosphere became relaxed again, and someone laughed loudly: "Xiao Jiang really drank too much."

Jiang Suifeng stood up amidst the laughter, while Lu Xiye leaned towards him cooperatively, their arms were interlaced, and their elbows were tightly entwined.

With a little force, Lu Xiye pulled Jiang Suifeng towards him, and the two got closer.

They didn't speak any more, just looked at each other in silence for a moment, and then raised their glasses at the same time.

Amidst the cheers and laughter of the audience, the two drank all the wine in their cups.

When Jiang Suifeng sat down, Lu Xiye gently supported him, and he got up and went out after a while.

There was no one in the smoking room, and the black leather sofa reflected a little light.

Jiang Suifeng sat down by the window, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

The drink tonight was very strong, and he regretted that he didn't pay attention and drank too much.

At this moment, the strength of the alcohol came up little by little, making his consciousness gradually blurred, with a sense of dislocation and unreality.

He leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the smoke escaped from his lips. After smoking one, he felt very sleepy.

In the past, he was also like this. He didn't make much trouble when he drank too much, and most of the time he would talk quietly or go to sleep directly.

Qin Moyang said him at that time, and he was very relieved everywhere.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that the sofa beside him seemed to have sunk.

Someone approached him, touching his cheek carefully and gently.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and a blurry face appeared in his sight. It took a long time for that face to become clearer. It was Lu Xiye.

It seems that he has suddenly returned to Budu, the place where Alcohol and Lu Xiye appeared at the same time in the previous life, it seems to be the only place.

He raised one hand and wanted to raise it, but before he raised it high enough, it was held in the palm of his hand.

The man's hands were warm and dry, wrapping him tightly, making him gradually relieved from the anxiety caused by alcohol.

"Lu Xiye?" He called the name uncertainly.

It seems that he has never been called by his name, he thought, and changed his mouth again, calling him as before, with a bit of politeness in his tone: "Master Lu."

"En." Lu Xiye looked at him with gentle eyes, full of affection.

Jiang Suifeng suddenly laughed, because he suddenly realized that this was just a dream.

More than once, he dreamed that Guo Lu Nishino was full of affection for him, holding his hand and kissing him.

So much so that later, he could clearly distinguish that he was actually in a dream.

Jiang Suifeng's gaze when he called "Lu Xiye" made Lu Xiye seem to have returned to his previous life, the time when he always secretly looked at him.

The same gaze.

At that moment, his heart was so tense that it was about to break, as if God had finally returned his Qin Moyan.

But it was only for a moment, because Jiang Suifeng called "Master Lu" again and closed his eyes.

"Jiang Suifeng?" He shook his hand and called him, but Jiang Suifeng didn't respond, obviously very drunk.

He looked down at him, that face was so close to him, so beautiful, it was a face that had fascinated him and made him think about it day and night for decades.

Her slender cheeks were covered with a thin layer of powder due to the alcohol, and the powder spread to the ears and neck, and then disappeared into the neckline.

The lips were slightly opened unconsciously, and there was a little moisture on the lips.

The beauty of the collision of red and white dazzles people's eyes.

There was no one in the smoking room, Lu Xiye's eyes were lowered, and finally he became a little bit emotional.

He gently touched his forehead, hair, eyebrows, eyes and bridge of nose with his fingers, and then to his cheeks, pinnae and rosy lips.

As if he wanted to remember this person clearly with his fingers, this face.

It's just that after the thumb ran over the two wet and soft pieces, it lingered and it was difficult to move away.

The drunk man was not unconscious. Following his movements, Jiang Suifeng frowned slightly, and snorted in a low voice in resistance.

But that sound not only didn't make Lu Xiye stop, but made what he had suppressed for a long time spurt like a wind.

The small lips were crushed under his fingertips, and the red lips were crushed and deformed. Because of the blood, they became like a delicate rose.

Lu Xiye looked down at him, his eyes were like the sea in the dark night, bottomless, and turbulent as if it could swallow everything.

It's a kind of gaze that will make people feel inexplicable fear when they look into it, naked, naked, without any cover.

He looked at the man like this for a while, then supported the man's waist and hugged him into his arms, then lowered his head, and touched the small bead of his lips with his own lips.

Then she bit his lower lip with her teeth, then closed her eyes, stroked his lips with her own, and took a shallow kiss.

That's what kissing tastes like.

Even if it was just a gentle touch of lips, even if it might not be a real kiss at all, Lu Xiye's soul was taken away by Jiang Suifeng again.