my little sir

How is it possible, he hasn't contacted him for so long, and he is having a very comfortable time outside socializing and drinking.

As soon as Fang Yimin had this idea, he was immediately overthrown by himself.He responded casually, asked Song Xi where she lived, and said that he would take her back on the way.

How could Song Xi dare to ask the president's wife to see her off, saying that she called a car and declined Fang Yimin's kindness.

The space in the carriage was small, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of alcohol.

Sitting in the car, Fang Yimin looked at Wen Qiling at the side, and after ten seconds of preparation, he yelled loudly at him.Seeing that there was no response from the other party, he had no choice but to jump over his body, pull over the seat belt, and help him fasten it.

With a "click", as soon as the seat belt was buckled, he suddenly met a deep gaze.

Fang Yimin choked for breath, and his heart beat violently.With a cold face, he pretended to be calm and asked, "Why didn't you make a sound when you woke up?"

His answer was a long silence, but those deep eyes locked themselves tightly.

Fang Yimin sat up straight, distanced himself from the other party, and started the car slightly awkwardly.

The neon lights outside quickly retreated, and the bustling streets were full of vehicles.

Fang Yimin drove the car stiffly, and finally when he was waiting for the red light, he couldn't help but turned his head and said to the people next to him: "Mr. Wen, why are you always staring at me silently?"

Wen Qiling didn't speak, her beautiful eyes drooped, as if feeling infinitely wronged.

It's obvious that he should be wronged, okay, he can't rest at night, and he has to come to pick up the drunk, why should the drunk be wronged!And is there something wrong with this person, every time he is drunk, he likes to stare at people without saying a word, and the people who watch him feel terrified,

Fang Yimin twitched the corners of his mouth, forcibly retracted his gaze, and continued driving with a blank expression.

The car drove into the villa, Fang Yimin parked the car and reminded him to get off.When I got out of the car, Mr. Wen was still sitting in the car like a giant Buddha.

Fang Yimin took a deep breath, thinking that he couldn't argue with drunks.So he went around and helped the drunk man open the car door, and also helped the drunk man unbuckle his seat belt.

"Mr. Wen, come out quickly."

After Fang Yimin finished speaking, Wen Qiling finally moved, but instead of stretching his legs to get off the car, he stretched out his hand towards him.

Why, you still think of yourself as a eunuch, don't you!Last time when he was drunk, he was as haughty as a lion, but this time he is like an emperor, and he still needs someone to support him? !

Fang Yimin gritted his teeth, and when he saw Uncle Zhao and the others approaching, he put his hand over with humiliation.

Wen Qiling pulled Fang Yimin's men out of the car, put his arms on the other's shoulders, and leaned against him.

"You're self-conscious." Fang Yimin complained, because he was pressed by the weight of Wen Qiling's body, he had to wrap his arms around his waist and help him walk in.

When Uncle Zhao saw this situation, he immediately waved everyone away.He wanted to leave, but was stopped by Fang Yimin.

"Hey, Uncle Zhao, Wen Qiling is drunk, you need someone to take care of you."

Uncle Zhao's reaction is always fast, but for some reason today, he was a few beats slower: "Huh? Mister is drunk?"

Isn't it so obvious? !There were three black lines hanging from Fang Yimin's forehead.

"The little gentleman will help you up first, and I will ask someone to prepare hot water and hangover soup." Uncle Zhao disappeared the moment he finished speaking with his unique executive power.

Fang Yimin admits it, and goes upstairs with Wen Qiling in his arms, humming and complaining: "If you don't contact me for so many days, nothing will happen if you contact me. Wen Qiling, don't you think you are going too far!"

After finally reaching the bedroom, Fang Yimin threw the person directly on the bed. Fang Yimin stood beside the bed and took a few breaths, pinching his waist and looking displeasedly at Wen Qiling who got up and looked up at him.

"Okay, sending you back is the best of humanity. I'll let Uncle Zhao find someone to wash it for you, so you can go to bed quickly."

Fang Yimin was just about to leave, but suddenly heard Wen Qiling shout: "Yimin."

Fang Yimin smiled mockingly: "Why, Mr. Wen is not dumb anymore?"

Wen Qiling was silent again, Fang Yimin frowned irritably, turned around and left.But her waist was tightly bound by a pair of powerful arms, and she couldn't move half a step away.

"Yimin, I miss you."

With just this sentence, the high dam built in Fang Yimin's heart collapsed in an instant.But he also knew that Wen Qiling was thinking about his little husband.

Fang Yimin realized that he was really hypocritical, a drunk was talking drunk, why should he tell who the other party was talking about.

"Let go of me first." Fang Yimin patted the arms on his waist.

"Let go and you're leaving." Wen Qiling's voice was soft, and his strength was not ordinary, he was like a cream king.

"I won't go, you let go first."

Fang Yimin felt the hands around his waist loosen a little, he turned around, lifted the man's head from his stomach, and pinched it back and forth as if to vent his anger.

Wen Qiling's cheeks were already hot after drinking, but now they were red and hot.Junxiu's face contorted for a while, but he didn't protest, let alone let go.

"Wen Qiling, let go." Fang Yimin grabbed the other's ears, pretending to threaten him fiercely, "If you don't let go, I'll drink your ears."

"Let go and you're leaving." Wen Qiling frowned, her voice was low and hoarse, falling into her eardrums, and she could hear a bit sexy.

Fang Yimin trembled in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I promise you that you won't leave if you don't leave, I'll get some water to wipe your face."

Fang Yimin promised several times before coaxing him to loosen his waist, but the other person's eyeballs wanted to stick to his body, and wherever he went, those eyes followed.

Fang Yimin fetched water to wipe someone's face, then wiped his hands carefully, complaining non-stop.

"You said that you have already sat in this position, why are you still working so hard? Even if you love your career, can't you learn from those bosses and bring someone to help you drink? As for serving it yourself? If you drink too much, don't you?" Is it uncomfortable? Even if it’s not uncomfortable, the body can’t stand it.”

Fang Yimin was talking nonsense, while Wen Qiling looked at him with such a gentle smile and smiled.

"I said Mr. Wen, why do you keep silent and giggle at people when you're drunk? What's so ridiculous about what I said?"

Only then did Wen Qiling open his golden mouth: "I'll listen to you."

Fang Yimin's hands froze, he paused and said, "Do you know what I said, you still listen to me."

Wen Qiling repeated: "Don't try your best, find someone to stop you from drinking, it's best not to drink...and...and take care of your body, otherwise, your heart aches..."

I feel sorry for you ass!Fang Yimin found that Mr. Wen was narcissistic, so he knew how to make up his own brain.

"I think you need to look at your brain again."

Wen Qiling frowned slightly: "I don't listen to this."

Fang Yimin rubbed the towel in the basin, and after wringing it dry, he unfolded the towel mischievously, and snored twice on Wen Qiling's head.

Seeing that the other party's hair was messy and frizzy, without a bit of the rigorous and steady image of the past, Fang Yimin laughed happily.

Wen Qiling seemed to be angry, she lowered her eyebrows, and looked at Fang Yimin with a puffy face.Fang Yimin quickly stopped bullying the other party, picked up the basin and was about to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he turned around, before he could take a step, someone grabbed his belt.He was pulled back by someone, staggered, and half of the basin of water spilled on himself.

"Oh, I'll go! Wen Qiling, did you do it on purpose!"

Fang Yimin's shirt and pants were half wet, and he turned to stare at the person who caused the trouble.The man squinted and smiled very nicely, bah!Laugh heartlessly!

"You, take off my clothes and sleep in bed."

Fang Yimin commanded the other party angrily, and when he put the basin and towel back into the bathroom and came out, he found Wen Qiling sitting cross-legged on the bed, motionless.

He took out a change of clothes from the closet, and was about to turn around and continue scolding the drunk fool, but unexpectedly, the other party had already obediently undressed.

After taking a shower and changing into dry clothes, Mr. Xiao squeezed his sore neck, raised his head and sighed: Ah, I am so tired.

Wen Qiling was already obediently lying on the bed, a cat as big as 1.8 meters, the whole body was covered under the quilt, only the furry top of its head was exposed.

Fang Yimin was afraid that he would smother him to death, so out of good intentions, he stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt down.As soon as he lifted the quilt, he saw a pair of star-bright eyes staring at him.

Fang Yimin's heart was full of alarm bells, secretly thinking that something was wrong.Before he could retreat, he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged into the wolf den.

Fang Yimin had nightmares all night, either being chased by someone, or falling into the stove, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he tried his best, but he couldn't run fast.

After waking up in a daze for a few times, I realized that it was because my hands and feet were pinned down, and my forehead was sweating from covering my hot body.

Fang Yimin sighed again, he really didn't have the energy to resist, anyway, it wasn't the first time he was hugged to sleep, let him go.

Compared to Fang Yimin, Wen Qiling's sleep was extremely solid and sweet.When he opened his eyes early in the morning and saw the person in his arms, he was stunned for a while, and then the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Fang Yimin was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone. He fumbled to get through the phone, but he heard the roar of a pig being slaughtered over there.

"Fang Yimin, did you steal someone last night? Why didn't you reply to me when I sent a message? I'm afraid you don't have the key when you come back at night, but it's so late after waiting for you."

"Yes, I went to steal someone." Fang Yimin stretched his waist, dealt with it perfunctorily, turned his head and found that Wen Qiling was not on the bed, squinted his eyes and cursed displeasedly, "He's still a scumbag who ran away when he fell asleep."

The other side of the phone uttered a few dirty words excitedly, and quickly asked him: "Are you really stealing someone? With whom? Where? Was I prescient last night and didn't bother you? Where are you?" What have you done?"

Fang Yimin also stopped teasing the other party, and explained: "I'm at home, I took care of the drunk all night, and I didn't do anything."

After Fang Yimin finished washing, as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw Mr. Wen looking at him with concern: "Get up, I asked Uncle Zhao to warm the porridge, go down and have some porridge."

Have porridge?It always feels weird.

[The author has something to say: Mr. Wen: It can be regarded as abducting people into bed.

Mr. Wen: Uncle Zhao will have to raise his salary tomorrow.

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