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Jiang Chengli was relieved to see Ji Xun's expression of genuine concern.

He whispered next to Ji Xun's ear, "I'm not cold, but you are warm."

A dark light flashed across Ji Xun's eyes, and his expression and tone could not be questioned: "Master, go back quickly."

After speaking, he turned sideways, put down Jiang Chengli who was lying on him, lifted the quilt, and planned to let him go out.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengli quickly grabbed Ji Xun's arm firmly, and clung to him, refusing to let go, and accused him of turning against the customer: "You gave away the rice you bought for me to someone else today."

Hearing the words, Ji Xun temporarily stopped his actions towards Jiang Chengli, but he reminded him of the previous incident, and snorted coldly: "You thought you would be full with coffee."

Seeing that Ji Xun's attitude had relaxed, Jiang Chengli decided to take advantage of the victory and pursue: "That won't work either."

"Didn't you take it back again?" Ji Xun glanced at him lightly with a faint smile, and grabbed his wrist, "It's all right, young master, stop making trouble and go back quickly."

Jiang Chengli saw that Ji Xun didn't like this, so he decisively changed his strategy. Only the best hunters are those who advance and retreat.

He frowned, with a solemn expression: "You must push me away today, and tell me the reason, or this will be the last time I look for you."

Ji Xun seemed to be shocked by these words, his eyes seemed to be nailed to Jiang Chengli's body, and the strength in his hands relaxed.

"You can't let me take the initiative every time. I also want face." Jiang Chengli's words pierced Ji Xun's heart like a knife.

Ji Xun's pupils narrowed slightly, like two pools of secluded mountain springs, and then loosened again. His voice was hoarse: "Okay."

Afterwards, Ji Xun didn't let Jiang Chengli go back to his bed, and Jiang Chengli also personally realized the weight of what he said, but just when the last time was left, Jiang Chengli suddenly felt a layer of reluctance.

Although it is not true that he wants to go back to his own world, the relatives he cares about are gone, and his friends are just colleagues at work, not to mention that he is still a social fear, but at least it is real there, with everything he is familiar with .

Mingming had always wanted to finish the task and go home quickly, but now he did not know why he stayed for the last time, even Jiang Chengli himself felt baffled.

And since the last time, Ji Xun changed his attitude towards him. From the original he took the initiative to find Ji Xun, he was forcibly taken home by Ji Xun, and Jiang Chengli made a list of his assets.

"All your companies are mine?" Jiang Chengli pinched the list, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

Although it is a fictional world, it is true everywhere. It is difficult for anyone to suddenly become a millionaire.

"Master said I wasn't active enough, it's my fault," Ji Xun looked into Jiang Chengli's eyes, and said word by word, "I'm afraid."

Jiang Chengli's eyelashes trembled: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you don't want me anymore, young master, I've been waiting for you for seven years, and I dare not let you leave me again. If I do it again, I will really go crazy." Ji Xun's tone was a rare sign of weakness in Jiang Chengli.

"I'm thirty, young master," Ji Xun gently stroked Jiang Chengli's face.

Jiang Chengli felt a strange touch, as if someone had pulled the tip of his heart, it was sour and swollen, but the liquid that flowed out was a little sweet.

He is not good at capturing such subtle emotional changes, what Ji Xun said seemed to enshrine him as a savior, which made him flee subconsciously.

"Can you wait for me and give me a night to think about it." After Jiang Chengli said this, he felt his face was very hot, and hurried out of Ji Xun's company.

Jiang Chengli went to the street, and was blown by the cold wind in early winter, the heat on his face finally subsided, but his mind was still very chaotic.

He walked back and forth along a street, his legs were sore and thirsty, and he found a shop at random, only to find that it was a bar.

Jiang Chengli ordered a bottle of wine, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear after half a bottle of wine. He was not afraid of facing the world, he was just afraid that he would disappoint Ji Xun's feelings.

Since he was a child, he has seldom experienced the feeling of being cared for and kept in his heart, and he doesn't know how he feels about Ji Xun, whether it is a liking or a deeper feeling than liking.

But in the end Jiang Chengli suddenly thought of one thing. He was very moved from the first time he saw Ji Xun, and he also knew that Ji Xun had never lied to her, so their memory seven years ago is very important, no matter what, The person he wants Ji Xun to face is complete.

Then the only problem left is that he and Ji Xun can only do it once, and he has to leave after finishing it.

Jiang Chengli drank more and more, lowered his head and thought in a daze and mournfully, if the other party was Ji Xun, Plato would not be able to bear it all his life.

When he was woken up in a daze, he realized that he had fallen asleep lying on the bar counter at some point.

"Sir, do you still remember the call from your friend or family member? I told him to pick you up."

The vision in front of Jiang Chengli has doubled, and he can't even tell who is in front of him. It was not until the other party repeated it three times that Jiang Chengli reported Ji Xun's phone number.

"Hello." Jiang Chengli was blindfolded and put the phone on his forehead, still complaining about the lack of sound from the phone.

The bartender couldn't laugh or cry, and helped Jiang Chengli put the phone to his ear.

The connection on the other side was quick, but there was still no sound. Now Jiang Chengli was a little angry, frowned and complained to the bartender: "Is the phone broken? Why is there still no sound?"

"Master," Ji Xun's voice finally came, and it seemed that he said after taking a deep breath, "You are drunk."

"Ji Xun." Hearing Ji Xun's voice, Jiang Chengli immediately pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, and let out a low laugh.

He rarely called Ji Xun by his name directly, let alone when he was drunk.

The pronunciation of these two words seemed to have been kissed by Jiang Chengli, and Chao Rule spit it out from his mouth in a low voice.

Jiang Chengli narrowed his eyes and nodded obediently, "I'm drunk."

"Wait for me, I'll pick you up right away." Ji Xun stopped breathing and stood up abruptly.

As soon as Ji Xun finished speaking, Jiang Chengli heard a series of sounds of chairs being driven down from the receiver, and he couldn't help but take the phone away.

In the next second, Jiang Chengli fell asleep again.

When Jiang Chengli woke up again, it was already dark, and the room was completely dark.

Through the moonlight, Jiang Chengli found that he was lying in the bedroom of the manor, beside Ji Xun who was sleeping soundly holding him.

Jiang Chengli was still drunk, his head ached, and he turned on the bedside lamp slowly, only then did he see Ji Xun and the newly added hickey marks on his body.

He felt the soreness in his body, and suddenly realized something in horror - he had used up the last opportunity for the mission.

Perhaps it was because of his drunkenness, Jiang Chengli burst into tears.

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