drunk oxygen

It rained all day, and Pei Yan and Xie Xinghe also stayed at home all day.

Because breakfast was late, neither of them mentioned lunch, but dinner must not be avoided.

Pei Yan glanced at the time, and said to Xie Xinghe, who was watching the animal world, "Is there anything you want to eat tonight? Go out and eat."

"No." Xie Xinghe said.

Pei Yan stared at Xie Xinghe's profile for a while, then raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, "Tell me one, if it's far away, I'll ask the driver to pick it up."

Xie Xinghe didn't respond, Pei Yan kissed him, "Hot pot? BBQ? Crayfish? Western food? Japanese food?"

Xie Xinghe pushed his head, "Anything is fine."

Pei Yan clicked his tongue and paused the TV, "Don't watch it."

Xie Xinghe finally turned his head to look at him, because the sky outside was gloomy and the living room was dimly lit, Pei Yan leaned closer and pressed his forehead, "Xie Xinghe, why did you agree to try it with me?"

Originally thinking that he would not get an answer, Xie Xinghe took the initiative to kiss him and said lightly, "I just want to try."

Pei Yan was silent for a while, and then spoke in a low voice, "Do you like me?"

Xie Xinghe looked at Pei Yan calmly, without wavering in his eyes, and asked back, "Do you like me?"

Pei Yan was silent again, just when Xie Xinghe was about to look away, Pei Yan pressed Xie Xinghe's lower back, sucked lightly on his lips twice, and said: "I like it, I like it. "

Pei Yan has never liked anyone, but he thinks that there must be some reason to like someone, just like some people like his money, some people like his identity, and some people like his character, no matter what they like, they are still likes he.

Then he likes Xie Xinghe's face, and he likes it to the point of indulgence, so he should be regarded as liking it.

Besides, he doesn't seem to just like Xie Xinghe's face now, otherwise why would he feel distressed at the thought of the death of the dog he once raised.

Every time this kind of distressed emotion appeared on Pei Yan, even he himself would be surprised, but... enjoy it a little.

Xie Xinghe let Pei Yan kiss for a while, and then suddenly pushed him down on the sofa. Pei Yan smiled, looked at Xie Xinghe who was pressing on him and said, "Why is it so sudden every time..."

When he finished speaking, Xie Xinghe had already kissed him. Pei Yan didn't like to close his eyes when kissing, and Xie Xinghe didn't like it either.

His eyes were a bit fierce, which made Pei Yan feel more aggressive than the tip of his tongue that kept wandering between his lips and teeth.

Pei Yan closed his eyes, and Xie Xinghe touched his face with one hand, running his fingertips through his hair, making his scalp ache slightly.

This kind of pain is not serious, but very exciting, making every nerve of Pei Yan in a state of excitement.

After a long time, Xie Xinghe backed away slightly, the gasping of each other still filled his ears, he licked Pei Yan's already wet lips, Pei Yan opened his eyes, smiled and walked between their overlapping legs took a look.

"Fix it?" Pei Yan whispered.

Xie Xinghe ignored him and continued to bite his lips a few times. Pei Yan put his arms around his waist and said, "Xie Xinghe, does this mean you don't like me? Hmm?"

Xie Xinghe stared at him for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't say I didn't like you."

Pei Yan narrowed his eyes, answered in his heart, and didn't say he liked me.

Xie Xinghe seemed to be able to see what Pei Yan was thinking, he picked up Pei Yan's lower lip and pulled it, and said in a low voice, "Pei Yan, I'm giving you a chance..."

Pei Yan kissed half of his IQ, and his mind was always in a state of emptiness. He subconsciously asked, "What opportunity..."

The phone rang along with Pei Yan's words, Xie Xinghe frowned, looked around, but couldn't find the phone.

"It seems to be under the pressure of the two of us." Pei Yan said.

Xie Xinghe groped under the two of them, and found the phone in the crack of the sofa.

"Hey."

"Xie Xinghe, are you coming to play the piano today?"

Fang Yue's voice was a little anxious, Xie Xinghe sat up from Pei Yan, "I don't intend to go."

Fang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and said quickly, "Don't come here, our store is blocked by a group of paparazzi and fans, and I'm looking for someone to deal with it."

Pei Yan frowned upon hearing this, and sat up too.

"Who's in the store?" Xie Xinghe asked.

"Looks like Seinfeld."

Song Fei can be regarded as an artist of the same period as Xie Xinghe. Xie Xinghe was in full swing back then, and only Song Fei could barely compete with him, but he was still overwhelmed by Xie Xinghe in every way. It was not until Xie Xinghe retired that he finally had a chance. Dominating the screen for a whole year.

Xie Xinghe didn't respond when he heard the name, he just asked, "What does it mean?"

Fang Yue sighed, and was a little bit overwhelmed, "The people outside are all here for his relationship, saying that he and his girlfriend came here for dinner, but I didn't see anyone from him in the store at all."

"What's going on in the store now?"

"The front and back doors are all blocked. The diners in the store can't get out, and the fans outside can't get in. I don't dare to show up at all. Seinfeld's fans must all know me."

After all, Xie Xinghe was always regarded as an imaginary enemy by Seinfeld's fans. Not only did Xie Xinghe scold Xie Xinghe, but even his manager assistant and bodyguards scolded him together. The other party probably knew more about Seinfeld's manager than Seinfeld's manager.

"I've already called the police, but everyone outside said that they came to eat, and the police couldn't take any coercive measures. Now more and more fans are rushing over..."

Pei Yan raised the crux of the question, "Is Seinfeld in the store?"

Fang Yue was stunned, and after a few seconds he said loudly: "Xie Xinghe! Are you with Pei Yan now???"

Xie Xinghe frowned and took the phone away, "Get down to business."

"This is the business! Pei Yan knows that this hot pot restaurant has something to do with you?"

"Ah."

Fang Yuehao didn't speak for a long time, Xie Xinghe said: "You first need to make sure if Seinfeld is here, I'll be there right away."

"What are you doing here? Don't you think there are not enough people? If your fans find out, it's over..."

"I know," Xie Xinghe interrupted him, "I won't show up."

He hung up the phone and looked at Pei Yan, Pei Yan frowned and said, "Don't go there, I'll go and have a look..."

"Call your driver, can you bring a few more cars," Xie Xinghe said.

After a little thought, Pei Yan knew what Xie Xinghe was going to do, "Okay, is ten cars enough?"

Xie Xinghe smiled, but his voice was cold, "Enough."

When Pei Yan called for a taxi, Xie Xinghe had already changed his clothes. Pei Yan said, "I know what you mean, you don't have to..."

"Staying at home is fine." Xie Xinghe said.

Pei Yan took a step back, "The two of us should just watch and not participate, otherwise it would be too dangerous."

"Row."

After the two of them got in the car, Xie Xinghe received a call from Fang Yue. Fang Yue scolded, "Song Fei took his girlfriend and hid in the men's room. I'm scared to go to the toilet." Bump! He recognized me, asked me to help him out, he kept me a secret, full of bullshit! I used him to keep it a secret? He didn't mess with me! I taped it all, he If you dare to cross the river and tear down the bridge, just wait for the relationship to be exposed..."

"Pei Yan and I will go there right away, there are ten cars in total," Xie Xinghe interrupted him, "You can just release the news that Seinfeld has left."

"Tsk, isn't this the trick you used to deal with illegitimate students, be careful."

"Ah."

Xie Xinghe hung up the phone and turned to Pei Yan, "Let's eat crayfish later."