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The online beggar Jiang Tailang and his two unfilial sons Xuan Zhao & Cen Baiyan are here to perform!First, Xuanzhao will be invited to act drunk, and then Cen Baiyan will be invited to perform stand-up comedy "I am a straight man"~ The performance is over, please watch the officials show some starfish~

Xuanzhao looked really drunk, his legs were weak, he couldn't even stand up, his hands were tightly clutching the hem of Cen Baiyan's clothes, and there was a whimpering sound like a small animal in his throat, muttering, he couldn't hear clearly. say something.

"You're confused, right?" Cen Baiyan put one arm around Xuan Zhao's waist, supported him to stop, and said in a low voice, "If you burn like this and dare to go crazy with alcohol, I think you're the goddamn awesome."

I don't know if it's because of a high fever or because of drunkenness. Xuan Zhao's cheeks were red hot, his eyelids were half drooping feebly, and the tails of his slightly raised eyes were blushing. He raised his head and glanced at Cen Baiyan lightly. flirtatious.

Cen Baiyan's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing immediately became a little messy, and then he spurned himself in his heart——

This cripple is about to burn to death, what am I still thinking about here!

The bathroom was not covered by the central air conditioner. Xuanzhao was only wearing a thin silk shirt, and kept shrinking into Cen Baiyan's arms, with his head pressed against Cen Baiyan's neck, and the tip of his nose was on the position of Cen Baiyan's collarbone. His breath was hot, like It is to burn Cen Baiyan completely.

The two of them pressed close together, and the high heat on Xuan Zhao's skin was continuously transmitted to Cen Baiyan's body. The heat seemed to carry sparks, and it was going to burn Cen Baiyan.

"My surname is Xuan, aren't you fucking courageous, you dare to play hooligans on me with the help of alcohol?"

Cen Boyan's throat was itchy, and he gave a warning without any deterrent force, and there was an eagerness to welcome or refuse in his tone that he didn't even realize.

Xuan Zhao grabbed the hem of Cen Baiyan's shirt and kept chanting, and it was only after such a short distance that Cen Baiyan could clearly hear him calling his name.

"Bai Yan. Are you Bai Yan?" Xuanzhao mumbled these words over and over again, "Bai Yan no longer cares about me, you are not Bai Yan."

"Hold!"

Cen Baiyan rolled his Adam's apple heavily, then closed his eyes forcefully, and kept saying in his heart, "He's just a drunk with a high fever and he doesn't know what he's doing." He repeated this sentence more than ten times, and finally he was able to Face Xuan Zhao, a sick man and drunk, calmly.

Cen Boyan broke Xuanzhao's chin with one hand, forced Xuanzhao to raise his head, and said viciously: "I care about you, I care about you!"

Xuanzhao was taken aback, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of fog, and he was confused: "Bai Yan? Is it Bai Yan?"

His skin was terribly hot, and if this continues, he would be burnt stupid. Cen Baiyan let out a breath of foul air: "Go to the hospital, you're going to burn your mother into a coffin, and I won't be able to control you if I want to!"

Xuan Zhao was very stubborn, his whole body was weak due to the high fever, but his fingers were still holding on to Cen Boyan's clothes, and his voice was extremely weak: "Is it Boyan?"

He relentlessly asked the same question, the ending sound was thin and soft, like a feather drifting past Cen Baiyan's ear, Cen Baiyan's heart softened almost immediately, and his thumb lightly touched Xuan Zhao's red face Wipe, said helplessly, "It's Bo Yan, it's me."

Xuan Zhao suddenly laughed, the volume was extremely low, but his joy could not be concealed: "Bai Yan, it is Bai Yan."

Cen Baiyan felt that a puddle of warm water had melted in his chest cavity, and bubbles were still bubbling, and the word "Xuan Zhao" was written in each light and transparent bubble.

"You cripple." Cen Baiyan's tone also softened, it was unbelievably gentle, "How do you know so well to let me?"

"Snapped--"

The bathroom door opened, and a yellow-haired man reeking of alcohol walked in carelessly. He was not surprised to see the two big men clinging to each other. Instead, he whistled and said enviously to Cen Baiyan: "Brother Son, do you have an affair tonight?"

Cen Baiyan didn't bother to talk to this idiot, but Xuan Zhao tilted his head and squinted at the yellow-haired man for a while,

Immediately after, she slightly hooked her lips: "Bo Yan?"

Cen Boyan: "...you fucking see clearly, I'm here!"

Huangmao: "I'll just come out and go to the toilet. Is there such a good thing?"

Xuan Zhao stretched out his hand towards the yellow-haired man, staggering and trying to walk towards him, but he burned so badly that his head became a weight weighing a thousand catties, and his body wobbled before he stepped out. He fished it into his arms.

Huang Mao hehe twice, showing an obscene smile, rubbing his palms together: "I didn't expect this little guy to play very well, I have no problem with threesome, what do you think handsome guy?"

Cen Baiyan felt an evil fire in his heart: "Get lost!"

Xuan Zhao grabbed Cen Baiyan's arm, leaned on Cen Baiyan's shoulder, and called softly to Huang Mao: "Bai Yan? Are you Bai Yan?"

"My little brother is so interesting, and you still play role-playing? Seeing that you are so beautiful, I didn't expect you to be very hungry." Huang Mao looked Xuan Zhao up and down, "Si Liu" sucked his saliva, "To be honest, I don't do 1, it's too tiring to be the one above, but for you, I'll go all out today."

Xuan Zhao's face was flushed, his eyes were watery, his thin shirt was wrinkled badly, and his neckline was loose, revealing a large area of ​​his fair neck.

The fire in Cen Baiyan's heart was burning hotter and hotter. If it wasn't for the cripple in his arms who couldn't stand still, he wished he could push the yellow-haired head into the urinal and twist it three times.

The yellow hair looked at Xuan Zhao's eyes more and more openly. Cen Baiyan's arm wrapped around Xuan Zhao's waist forcefully hugged Xuan Zhao up. Xuan Zhao's toes suddenly lifted off the ground, and he hugged Cen Baiyan's neck subconsciously.

Cen Baiyan put Xuanzhao in the corner, and used his tall body to block Huangmao's eager sight, then tilted his head slightly, stared at that Huangmao and smiled softly, and said coldly: "If you don't get out, I will let you die in this life." Be the one above."

Huang Mao's back suddenly went cold.

This kid looked young, in his early twenties when he died, but his eyes were full of hostility, cold and sharp, like a cheetah guarding its territory, as if he was taking another look at the girl in his arms. People, as if they were about to be torn apart and swallowed up by him.

Huang Mao didn't even dare to urinate cleanly, his wrists shook, and he ran away with his belt.

Xuan Zhao leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes in extreme exhaustion, breathed lightly and heavily.

Cen Baiyan said in his heart that he knew he was tired now, so he was finally willing to settle down?Thinking about the way he was forced to shout "Bai Yan" to that idiot just now, he felt really angry, and raised his hand to give the cripple a slap on the head, but he was afraid that he would hurt the little vase too much. up.

Cen Baiyan stared at Xuan Zhao's exquisite face for a while, and finally stretched out his hand to lightly tap on the bridge of his nose: "I can't use my eyes even if my legs are lame? Do you dare to admit the wrong person next time? Huh?"

Xuanzhao's lips moved, and he was muttering something again. Cen Baiyan leaned over to listen and heard him say "Boyan, I have a headache".

"Aren't you quite capable? Now you know you're crying out for pain," Cen Baiyan snorted, "You're sensible, and you know how to find Baiyan when you have a headache."

He took off his cotton coat, wrapped Xuan Zhao tightly, only his head was exposed, then took out his mobile phone and called a taxi, with the walking stick under his arm, he half-supported and half-carried Xuan Zhao outside.

"I'll take him to the hospital, you guys can play by yourself." Cen Baiyan greeted Chen Wei.

"Bai Yan!" Luo Xiaoxiao shouted.

Cen Baiyan didn't know if he didn't hear her or he didn't want to talk to her at all, and he didn't return while holding Xuan Zhao's head.

In his arms, Xuan Zhao slowly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes.

It is true to have a high fever, but it is false to be drunk.

At the same time, the yellow-haired man who broke into the bathroom by mistake just now stood respectfully beside Uncle Gong, and said worriedly, "I followed my boss's orders, and everything went well."

Uncle Gong nodded.

Huang Mao looked at the hall on the first floor, Cen Baiyan half hugged Xuanzhao's back, hesitantly said: "I don't think that kid is easy to get rid of. If the boss plays with him like this, I'm afraid he will get burned."

"No one can persuade the young master to do what the young master wants to do." Uncle Gong waved his hand, "That's all, the younger generation will naturally have the blessings and misfortunes of the younger generation."

Outside the Thunder Bar.

Cen Boyan helped Xuan Zhao get into the taxi, Xuan Zhao blinked at him, as if he was more awake.

"Baiyan?"

Cen Baiyan raised his hand suddenly, covered Xuanzhao's eyes with his thick palm, and ordered domineeringly: "Close your eyes, rest, and tell you to open them again."

Xuan Zhao was startled, the temperature of Cen Baiyan's palms burned his eyelids, and the gentle yet strong breath whizzed into his nostrils.

He suddenly felt dizzy.

The high fever and three cups of spirits failed to make Xuan Zhao unconscious, but he was about to pass out from the faint smell of alcohol on Cen Baiyan.