The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

At this time, Shao Qihan supported his head with his hands, lying on the bed in a half-recumbent position, and retracted the arm that was pulling Murong Jiu just now. Probably due to too much movement, half of the quilt was lifted by him, and the one without the quilt The cover, plus the messy nightgown, couldn't cover anything, so most of Shao Qihan's body was exposed.

Murong Jiu's gaze involuntarily slid to Shao Qihan's body.

Shao Qihan narrowed his eyes, and seemed to enjoy the scrutiny from him, and he even said the ancient and taboo words: "What? Is Ajiu satisfied with what you see?"

"Dissatisfied." Murong Jiu got up angrily and got up again. He straightened the collar of his nightgown with his back to Shao Qihan, and said, "Why am I not satisfied with the muscles that grow on my body?"

Shao Qihan laughed happily, his deep and magnetic voice penetrated into Murong Jiu's ears like a cunning poisonous snake, making Murong Jiu suddenly feel his blood rushing up and his heart beating faster.

Murong Jiu took a deep breath, lifted his thighs and slipped off the bed, he stood up, turned around to say something to Shao Qihan, but at the moment of turning around, his eyes suddenly darkened, his legs softened and he knelt down on the edge of the bed.

Shao Qihan, who was still lying on the bed, quickly turned over when he saw this. He stretched out his hand to stroke Murong Jiu's spine and asked, "What's wrong? Do you want to vomit?"

Murong Jiu sat at the head of the bed for a long time before raising his face. Seeing his pale lips and slack eyes, Shao Qihan couldn't help scolding him: "I can't drink so much, don't you feel uncomfortable now?"

Murong Jiu supported the edge of the bed and stood up, then sat down on the bed again, lowered her head and panted, "Did I drink a lot yesterday?"

"..." Shao Qihan replied after a moment of silence: "You are drunk." He picked up the quilt that was piled up on the bed, and then wrapped Murong Jiu who was sitting by the bed with the quilt like a sugar ball.

Murong Jiu gathered the quilt and turned to look at Shao Qihan.

Shao Qihan didn't seem to have had a good night's sleep, his peach blossom eyes were swollen badly, and a ring of beard stubble appeared on his chin.

"...I haven't been drunk yet, have I?" Murong Jiu asked hesitantly.

Shao Qihan, who had already taken off his nightgown, was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the big bed, wearing his own clothes one by one. After hearing Murong Jiu's question, he sneered and said, "Ajiu, I really opened my eyes last night."

Murong Jiu involuntarily closed the quilt again, shrunk his neck into the quilt, and asked more hesitantly: "Then I...didn't say anything nonsense?"

"Say it." Shao Qihan jumped off the bed with his long bare legs, bent down to pick up the pants that fell on the thick carpet on the ground under Murong Jiu's urgent gaze, and put them on while wearing them. Said in an ambiguous tone: "You said you wanted to marry me."

Murong Jiu heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this completely absurd words, and he said a little dumbfounded: "Han, don't make fun of me, please take care of me yesterday."

"I'm not joking." The well-dressed Shao Qihan walked around in front of Murong Jiu and said condescendingly, "Ajiu, you said it yourself."

Seeing Shao Qihan's focused gaze and serious expression, Murong Jiu was slightly taken aback.

Even if he really said that, it's obviously his drunken words, right?Since it's drunk talk, why is Han so serious?

Could it be that Han really wants to "marry" him because of this sentence? "marry"?What kind of "marry" does he "marry" when he is a big man?

As Murong Jiu thought about it, a strange look appeared on his face.

"Did I say it myself?" Murong Jiu narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Drunk talk isn't talk anymore?" Shao Qihan suddenly put away the seriousness on his face, and said with a nonchalant smile, "What? Where are you thinking, Ajiu?"

Murong Jiu frowned, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little irritable, not only that, but his stomach started to grow uncomfortable again, he let go of the quilt and stood up, not caring that he was naked/exposed because of the baggy nightgown His chest was thus exposed to the sight of outsiders, and he passed Shao Qihan shoulder to shoulder, saying "I'm not feeling well." He left this closed space with a weird atmosphere.

Shao Qihan stood alone in the bedroom, watching the bathroom door shut with a "bang", his face gradually darkened.

But it was only for a moment, he quickly wiped the gloomy look from his face, instead he laughed at himself and said loudly: "Then I'll go down and get something for Ah Jiu to fill his stomach. "

Shao Qihan waited for a while, and then heard Murong Jiu's ambiguous response from the bathroom. He walked closer to the door and asked, "Ajiu, how do you feel now?"

"...That's it." Murong Jiu replied to Shao Qihan weakly.

"Cough," Shao Qihan's heart moved when he heard the other party's obviously strange voice, he put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, and then said, "I made an appointment with Dr. Chen for you last night."

"Thanks, I got it." Murong Jiu said still weakly: "Go and do your work, leave me alone."

"Oh, yes." Shao Qihan replied with a little embarrassment, then gritted his teeth and walked out of the master room. He couldn't help but chuckle until he closed the upper door with his backhand.

How can human emotions be so unpredictable?Shao Qihan sighed, one second he was still unhappy about Ajiu's attitude, and the next second he could laugh out loud because of Ajiu's embarrassment.

While thinking about life, Shao Qihan went down to the first floor knowing the way.

A middle-aged man in a suit was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor. When he heard footsteps on the stairs, he immediately put down the magazine in his hand, then stood up and looked over. He probably saw the person he expected. The man showed a slightly astonished expression, and soon he was full of smiles.

Shao Qihan naturally also saw this man, he nodded at him and said, "Doctor Chen."

Dr. Chen quickly stepped forward and shook hands with Shao Qihan: "I didn't expect to see Mr. Shao."

Shao Qihan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I kept Dr. Chen waiting for a long time, and Ajiu still feels a little uncomfortable. He really drank too much last night."

"Where is it, why wait so long!" Dr. Chen said very considerately, he bent down to open the treatment box he brought, and asked about the specific situation.

Although the two met for the first time, one wanted to know everything for the sake of Murong Jiu's body, and the other knew everything for the sake of his own job, so the conversation was very speculative. The two sat on the sofa and talked very enthusiastically.

So when Murong Jiu finished solving his physical problems and packed himself up, what he saw was this scene - Shao Qihan humbly listened to his doctor's eloquent medical lecture with a more attentive attitude than before the exam.

Murong Jiu felt warm in his heart.

He knows that Shao Qihan is a person who does not like to "listen to lectures" in any sense, whether it is the lectures of teachers and professors at school, or listening to others during work—including himself and Shao Qihan and his elder brother. Shao Qizhai——Shao ​​Qihan is perfunctory in imparting experience. In his words, he is more willing to learn and understand himself than to be indoctrinated.

But this kind of Shao Qihan is listening so patiently now, and there is no trace of impatience at all. Murong Jiu doesn't know if he treats it with a "self-learning" mentality now, but he knows that Shao Qihan's behavior is All for myself.

The dignified Shao family's second young master, why do you need to know this in order to take care of others?Murong Jiu shook his head.

Although he couldn't remember exactly when he got drunk, and he couldn't remember exactly what he looked like when he got drunk, but he still remembered where he was last night and what kind of clothes he was wearing.

What Luo Kaihui said yesterday was a blow to him too much. Even now, he is unwilling to believe that he was not born by his mother, let alone himself who suddenly heard about it. .

Shocked, unbelievable, yet forced to believe, he had no choice but to numb himself in the stimulation of alcohol in order to forget about it.

He poured himself mouthful after mouthful, the fire in his stomach burned more and more intensely, and his consciousness became more and more unclear. In the end, he only heard a faint and distant voice saying: "Drink, keep drinking, drink more. Nothing happened."

So he continued to drink, but he didn't know which bastard snatched the wine glass in his hand.

Now that I think about it, that bastard was John, right?

Murong Jiu didn't know how Shao Qihan found him, but he knew that Shao Qihan must have suffered a lot last night. When he just entered the bathroom, he saw a pile of messy clothes on the ground, all of which belonged to him and John. Jiu poked around with her feet casually, and found that several clothes were dyed with strange colors.

Then I opened the bathroom connected to the washroom, and the water in it was dry, but the bottles and cans did roll all over the floor.

Murong Jiu knew that most likely he vomited from drinking too much, and judging by the situation, he even vomited all over his friend.

I can go to the bar to pick myself up, clean myself without being too dirty, and now I am so serious about asking the doctor how to take better care of myself...

Murong Jiu was holding the handrail of the spiral staircase, quietly watching Shao Qihan who looked so handsome because of his seriousness, a smile gradually appeared on his lips.

Shao Qihan is the only one who can treat Murong Jiu so caringly now, right?

When Murong Jiu was thinking this way, he saw Shao Qihan raised his head to look towards the stairs as if aware of it, and happened to meet his gaze straightly.

At the same time, those obsidian-like eyes met, and Murong Jiu, who was originally quite relaxed and happy, felt a sense of crisis in his heart for no reason.

careful!Be careful with this man!

Murong Jiu heard someone say this to herself.

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