Stealing Heart Pavilion Master Can't Get Away

When Fudi came back, he saw Qingyuan talking happily with Wenqing beside him, he slowly closed his folding fan and walked towards Qingyuan.

He walked behind Qing Yuan with a smile on his face, and put his hand on Qing Yuan's shoulder. Qing Yuan, who was talking to Wen Qing, quickly grabbed the hand on his shoulder, with a lot of force.

When he looked back and saw that it was Fudi, he relaxed a little, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, his hand was held tightly by Fudi.

He flicked the flute angrily, and said displeasedly: "Let me go."

Fudi smiled lightly, but did not let go, he held his hand tighter, raised his eyebrows and said: "I got a new jasper bone fan, I want to take a look, if you like it, I will give you."

He knew that Qing Yuan liked fans, although he never liked to carry them with him, but he always cared about his fans very much, it was always useful to lure him with them.

He felt the hand in his hand struggling secretly, the corners of his lips deepened, and he let go of his hand slowly, Ren Qingyuan broke free.

"Hmph!" Qing Yuan snorted coldly, "I don't care if I don't go."

Xu didn't expect Qingyuan to refuse, Fudi was stunned for a moment, thinking that shaking his hand just now had annoyed him.

He smiled and put his head close to Qing Yuan's ear, feeling Qing Yuan's body froze for a moment, quickly grabbed the fist that was attacking him, and whispered in his ear: "You don't want to know about Su Feng? I Go back first, wait for you."

After finishing speaking, he let go of Qing Yuan's hand and left. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and gave Qing Yuan a wink. Seeing Qing Yuan's shy expression as expected, he smiled happily and turned to leave.

As soon as he reached the gate of the palace, Qing Yuan followed and got into Fudi's carriage directly.

Fudi covered the corners of her raised lips with a folding fan, but the smile in her eyes fell into Qing Yuan's eyes.Qing Yuan was too lazy to argue with him, and asked directly: "Have you heard about Su Feng?"

Fudi put away the folding fan and said: "Yuan'er don't worry, we'll talk about it when we get back home."

Qingyuan was very displeased by his sentence Yuan'er, he always felt that Fudi was calling a woman's name, which was very annoying, but he refused to call him, and Fudi also called him for more than three years, although he was Protested for more than three years, but it was really useless to Fudi who didn't know what his face was.

If he didn't listen, he didn't want to pay attention to him, and Fudi talked to him all the way, but he didn't pay much attention.

Fudi was very depressed, this Qingyuan always looked very serious when discussing serious matters with him, but when he was alone with him, he acted like he owed him money and didn't pay back.

When the two returned to Ye Mansion, it was getting dark, Fudi ordered people to prepare wine and dishes, and forced Qing Yuan to drink a lot of wine on the grounds that he knew Su Feng's whereabouts.

Although Qing Yuan can drink some wine, but the alcohol is not strong, and his thoughts are shallow. After being force-fed premeditatedly by Fu Di, and having drank some at Mu Ge's birthday banquet before, he soon felt a little drowsy .

A drunken state gradually appeared on his face, his hands propped his drowsy head, his big eyes narrowed slightly to look at Fudi, and he said inarticulately: "Where do you think Sufeng is? Is he dead?"

The flute player held the cup and looked at the drunk Qing Yuan with complicated expressions in his eyes.

When he lost his mind, Qing Yuan suddenly hooked his neck, and the aroma of wine from his mouth sprayed into his nose, his Adam's apple couldn't help tightening.

Qing Yuan stared at Fudi's face with wide open eyes very seriously. After watching for a long time, he suddenly laughed, with prominent dimples on his cheeks and hazy eyes. He looked really cute.

When he was drunk, he didn't have the thorn when he was sober, but he looked much more well-behaved.

Fudi knew that he looked like this when he was drunk, even though he was mentally prepared, he still almost couldn't resist such a lovely Qing Yuan.

Although Qing Yuan seldom got drunk, but he saw it once, and laughed at him for a long time because of it, but his mentality was different then and now.

Seeing that Fudi was in a daze, Qing Yuan approached suspiciously, and blinked his big eyes, trying to get rid of the blurry scene in front of him and see the people in front of him clearly.

The face in front of him was still not very clear, he frowned and shook his head, and moved closer, puzzled: "You...why ignore me? Or are you lying to me, you just..."

The phrase "No news from Sufeng?" was still stuck in his throat, and his lips were suddenly caught by the flute.Qing Yuan stared wide-eyed at the person who suddenly kissed him, he couldn't react in his mind, he just felt a little out of breath.

He pushed and shoved the person hugging him, but felt very powerless, maybe he felt that his breathing was disordered, so he reluctantly let go of Qing Yuan's soft lips.

His lips tasted good, soft, with a faint bouquet.

He was still so pure, he didn't even know how to kiss, the corners of Fudi's mouth couldn't help but curled up, and he put his hand on Qing Yuan's cheeks that were flushed from drinking or being breathless.

Qing Yuan looked blankly at Fudi in front of him, with a bewildered look in his eyes, and his red lips opened and closed with a glint of water: "Why did you kiss me? I... feel uncomfortable."

"Huh?" Fu Di frowned slightly, and asked doubtfully, "What's uncomfortable?"

Qing Yuan squinted his eyes as if thinking, after a while.Holding the flute in his hand, he pulled it down, put it on the raised part of his clothes, and whispered shyly: "It's here."

Feeling the hard object in his hand, Fudi's eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth secretly. He only knew that Qing Yuan was very pleasant when drunk, but he didn't want him to torture people like this.

Seeing that Fudi did not speak again, Qing Yuan felt that his head was getting heavier. He stood up and wanted to rest on the bed, but just as he stood up, he felt the room was turning, and he sat back on the stool again.It was only because he didn't find the right position that he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Fudi hugged him in time, so that he was saved from falling on all fours.

Qing Yuan lay on his shoulder, and said inarticulately: "I don't feel well, I want to sleep."

Fudi supported him steadily, coaxing him gently: "Okay, I'll take you to sleep."