drunk oxygen

The author has something to say: Brother Yan really lost his IQ now -_-||

On a rainy day, the road was slippery, the other ten cars had already arrived, and Pei Yan and Xie Xinghe were still on the way.

Fang Yue found a paparazzi who used to deal with a lot, and asked him to take a few photos of the car body and spread them out. Within a few minutes, the crowd outside started to commotion, and they all looked at the road.

Pei Yan ordered the ten cars to drive in different directions from the vicinity of the hot pot restaurant. Sure enough, after a while, most of the people outside the hot pot restaurant dispersed to chase the car.

He also arranged for each car to be filled with people. Looking at the assistant's report now, Pei Yan frowned and said, "There are many people following the car, did you do the same before?"

Xie Xinghe glanced at him, but didn't say anything, but the meaning was obvious, more than worse.

He was much more popular than Seinfeld is now, and things like following cars happened almost every day.

Pei Yan didn't want to remind him of those unpleasant memories, so he stretched his arms around him and kissed him without hesitation, "Which crayfish do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." Xie Xinghe said.

The driver drove the car around the hot pot restaurant several times, until everyone dispersed before quietly parking the car nearby.

He was just about to get out of the car to hold an umbrella for Pei Yan and Xie Xinghe when he heard Xie Xinghe say, "Don't move yet."

Pei Yan followed Xie Xinghe's gaze and looked outside, "Is there anyone else?"

"Well," Xie Xinghe stared at a residential building not far away, "There is a camera."

Xie Xing and his cell phone rang twice. After reading it, he raised his head and said to Pei Yan, "Let's go, go eat crayfish."

Pei Yan was stunned for a moment, "Would you like Fang Yue?"

"He left among the customers who left, and now only Seinfeld and his girlfriend are left in the store." Xie Xinghe said.

Obviously his tone and expression were indifferent, but Pei Yan felt that Xie Xinghe was in a good mood, and probably Sein Fei was not a good person.

Pei Yan smiled and said, "Okay, forget about them, let's eat crayfish."

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Pei Yan actually doesn't like crayfish very much, because he doesn't like to be served by others when he eats, but he also finds it troublesome to peel the shrimp, so he basically doesn't take the initiative to eat it.

Xie Xinghe had to take off his mask when eating, let alone leave someone to peel the shrimp, so Pei Yan took the initiative to take the job and peeled the shrimp for Xie Xinghe.

He wasn't skilled enough to peel it slowly, Xie Xinghe glanced at him and said, "Don't peel it for me, eat it yourself."

"It's okay." Pei Yan frowned slightly, with a serious expression on his face, and continued to fight the shrimp.

Xie Xinghe smiled, "If you don't know how to peel it, don't peel it, I will peel it for you."

He put on his gloves, took the shrimp in Pei Yan's hand, and peeled it clean in two or three strokes. Pei Yan looked at him in surprise, and Xie Xinghe fed the shrimp meat into Pei Yan's mouth.

In the following time, the roles of the two were switched, Xie Xinghe was in charge of peeling the shrimp, and Pei Yan was in charge of eating.

Xie Xinghe didn't put the peeled prawns on the plate, but fed each one to Pei Yan. Sometimes Pei Yan had already peeled the next one before Pei Yan finished eating the last one.

Pei Yan held his wrist and turned around, "You eat it yourself."

Xie Xinghe's cell phone rang, and it was inconvenient for him to wear gloves on both hands, so he motioned to Pei Yan to help him take out the cell phone.

Pei Yan took a look and said, "Fang Yue."

"Take it."

Pei Yan pressed answer, then raised the phone to Xie Xinghe's ear.

"Song Fei took people away." Fang Yue said.

Xie Xinghe continued to peel the prawns, "So soon, the paparazzi outside are gone?"

"Probably not," Fang Yue said, "I asked him to wait, he was in a hurry to leave, if he was really photographed, what if he jumped over the wall and sold us?"

Xie Xinghe calmly fed Pei Yan another prawn, "It's okay, the big deal is going out of business."

Fang Yue choked up, "Can you stop being so indifferent? You are not a big star who earns tens of millions just by accepting endorsements. Xie Xinghe, you just bought a new house, can you have a little idea about money?"

"I don't have enough money to spend?"

Fang Yue was silent for a moment, "Enough is enough..."

"Then what are you worrying about?"

"Who the hell would think too much money!"

Xie Xinghe smiled, "It's okay, my boyfriend is rich."

Fang Yue shouted in shock: "Xie Xing lost his mind when he fell in love with you! Or are you being taken care of by Pei Yan? You have only been with him for a few days, you..."

What Fang Yue said, Xie Xinghe didn't listen at all, and Pei Yan didn't hear at all.

Ever since Xie Xinghe said the phrase "my boyfriend is rich", he has been staring at Xie Xinghe intently, as if he wanted to stare at him.

Xie Xinghe fed him shrimp, but Pei Yan didn't open his mouth, Xie Xinghe looked over suspiciously, Pei Yan put his phone on the table casually, leaned over and hugged him.

Xie Xinghe was afraid that the gloves would stain his clothes, so he could only raise his arms, "What are you doing?"

Pei Yan looked at him deeply, "Is your boyfriend rich?"

"No?" Xie Xinghe asked with raised eyebrows.

Pei Yan laughed softly, his whole chest was shaking, "Yes, very much, do you want your boyfriend to do something for you?"

"What?"

"For example, buy the photo in the hands of the paparazzi."

"No need," Xie Xinghe said calmly, "He dare not say it."

Sein Fei wished that Xie Xinghe would never show up again in this life, and would not take the initiative to warm him up, so that he would have any possibility of comeback.

Pei Yan failed to spend money for his boyfriend to show his strength, so he kissed Xie Xing and his lips very dissatisfied, and their lips became greasy.

He asked in a low voice, "Can I buy you a gift? What do you want?"

"No." Xie Xinghe stuffed the shrimp meat into his mouth while he was talking.

Pei Yan finished eating and said, "How about the watch? Which brand do you like?"

Xie Xinghe fed him another one, "Anything is fine."

Pei Yan thought for a while and said, "Forget it, the watch is too cheap, you don't have a car now?"

Xie Xinghe paused, he didn't expect him to give away such a big gift, "Don't buy a car, you won't need it."

"It can be used," Pei Yan said, "What kind of style do you like? Do you like sports cars? Or something more low-key?"

Xie Xinghe took off his gloves, wiped Pei Yanhe's mouth with a wet towel, and then kissed him directly.

He pressed Pei Yan's back neck and stood up from his chair. Pei Yan raised his head to cooperate, and the lips of the two did not separate for a moment. Xie Xinghe had already straddled Pei Yan's lap.

Pei Yan supported Xie Xinghe's buttocks with both hands. Xie Xinghe kissed him and said, "Pei Yan... I'll say it again..."

Pei Yan leaned back a little, reached up with one hand and placed it around his waist, "I know baby..."

He pecked Xie Xinghe's lips repeatedly, "You are different from those people before, I know that, I just want to spend money for you, so that you don't feel uncomfortable."

Xie Xinghe lowered his head, looked down halfway, with an unclear expression on his face, Pei Yan leaned on the back of the chair, looked into his eyes fascinatedly, and said softly: "Baby, you are so good-looking, who wouldn't want to make you happy? "

Xie Xinghe slowly approached, Pei Yan stared at him almost absent-mindedly, Xie Xinghe suddenly laughed and said: "Then you can do whatever you want."

"Okay," Pei Yan sucked on his neck, leaving a mark, "Baby...can I call you Xinghe?"

Xie Xinghe didn't make a sound, but he didn't say no more. Pei Yan regarded him as agreeing, raised his head and lips to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Xinghe, are you full? Let's go home now." .”