After I was reborn, I found out that my husband had a crush on me

At the beginning, no one noticed that Zhou Yu was drunk, because he didn't look good when drinking, and stood firmly with the glass in his hand. Others only thought that Mr. Zhou had a good capacity for drinking and had the demeanor of not getting drunk after a thousand glasses. Go for a drink.

But soon, Fang Yan realized something was wrong.

Zhou Yu originally played Tai Chi with a wine glass, but no one poured a few glasses of wine except his own father. As a result, it seemed that the more he drank, the more he drank, and he almost refused to come.

"Who says Mr. Zhou is not easy to get along with? He's not very approachable." Fang Yan heard someone discussing in a low voice, and then turned his head to look at Zhou Yu. The pale golden light fell on his chiseled face, which inexplicably added a little more meaning. For a deep flavor.

Fang Yan touched his shoulder worriedly: "Zhou Yu, are you drunk?"

"What did you call me?" Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, and suddenly leaned over to get very close, his handsome face suddenly enlarged.

Fang Yan was startled: "Zhou, Zhou Yu."

"No," Zhou Yu raised his index finger and pressed it to his lips solemnly, "Brother Yu."

Warm fingers gently pressed against his lips, Fang Yan's scalp exploded with sparks, and his face turned red.

Fang Yan's current situation suddenly became a dilemma.

If he doesn't bark, Zhou Yu has a tendency to hold up his fingers and stick to the end; if he barks, this finger is too much of a hindrance, but whenever he speaks, he will... rub against it.

Seeing him frozen in place, Zhou Yu's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth dropped in displeasure.

Surprised or inquisitive eyes flickered around, Fang Yan bit the bullet and grabbed Zhou Yu's wrist and pulled it out, at the same time calling out "Brother Yu" softly and quickly.

Only then did Zhou Yu nodded in satisfaction, and answered his previous question solemnly: "Yes, I'm drunk."

Then you are quite self-aware.

Fang Yan felt a headache, so he bit the bullet and helped him find the waiter to order a hangover soup.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yu, who was drunk, still had the ability to "see the wind and steer the rudder". When no one was supporting him, he stood upright, but when someone helped him, he suddenly stood up "weak and weak", and the big one leaned on Fang Yan's shoulder. Warm but heavy.

Fang Yan staggered under his pressure and almost lost his footing, but Zhou Yu's chassis stabilized suddenly, and he stretched out his arms to pull him into his arms.

Fang Yan bumped his head against his strong chest, rubbed his nose and complained softly: "What are you doing?!"

Zhou Yu shook his head deeply, and kept his arms loosely around him.

It was the first time that Fang Yan was hugged by him for more than three seconds in a waking state. The strong hormonal breath came over his face. He struggled to escape Zhou Yu's embrace, blushing as if he was about to bleed, and tried his best to settle Zhou Yu in the On the seat, he pushed the hangover soup in front of him again: "Drink quickly."

The people around complimented: "Oh, Master Fang really cares about Mr. Zhou, you young couple are really affectionate."

Zhou Yu ignored the others. He frowned, stirred the hangover soup with a spoon, and suddenly said, "What time is it?"

Fang Yan looked up at the wall clock: "52:[-]."

Zhou Yu stood up with a huff: "I should go."

"Ah?" Fang Yan thought he had something urgent to do, "Going back to the company?"

"No, go home." Zhou Yu replied.

Fang Yan was even more confused: "The banquet is not over yet, why are you in such a hurry to go home now?"

"My daughter-in-law is still waiting for me at home." Zhou Yu looked very serious, as if going home was a big event, and it was not as important as the sky falling.

The people around were startled suddenly, thinking that they might have heard the Zhou family's terrible secret.

Isn't Zhou Yu's daughter-in-law right in front of him? Why do you still want to go home?Sure enough, when people drink alcohol, their true colors are revealed. Doesn't this reveal the secret of raising mistresses outsourced?

They hurried to observe Fang Yan's reaction, only to see that Fang Yan was stunned, and after a while he said softly: "But he is not at home today."

Zhou Yu frowned deeper, turned around and left: "I'll go find him."

"Hey wait!" Fang Yan only grabbed his sleeve in desperation.

"Let go..." Zhou Yu turned back with a cold face, the drunk seemed to finally see Fang Yan's face clearly, and stopped, "Yanyan."

Fang Yan only had time to say "hmm" before he was pushed into his arms by a drunk with poor quality and strength: "I found you."

You can't be as knowledgeable as a drunk, especially a drunk who turns into an octopus after getting drunk.

Fang Yan couldn't laugh or cry, he was both embarrassed and moved: "Okay, let go, drink the hangover soup first."

Zhou Yu responded sullenly, and obediently went back to drink the soup.

The people around watching the theater sighed in their hearts: they thought they could witness a big cheating scene of a wealthy family, but they didn't expect it to be the couple's sweetness.

The temperature on Fang Yan's face hadn't dropped yet, but seeing Zhou Yu drinking the soup slowly, the temperature seemed to rise again.

How could someone act so naturally with such a stern face?

After Zhou Yu finished drinking the soup, he wanted to come over to hug him again. Fang Yan couldn't figure out what kind of madness he was going into, and didn't want to take advantage of his unconsciousness: "No, sit down."

Zhou Yu sat down listlessly, sneaking glances at him one after another, his face was obviously cold, but it just gave Fang Yan a sense that he had been greatly wronged.

Zhou Yu's rationality was completely soaked up by the alcohol, and he really felt particularly wronged in his heart.

I don't do anything else, I can't even give her a hug. She is obviously my own wife, so stingy, hum.

Fortunately, although Zhou Yu was drunk, his EQ and IQ were still there. Except for playing childish temper with Fang Yan, he basically had no problem coping with the situation at other times, which greatly relieved Fang Yan.

After finally waiting for the banquet to end, Fang Yan bit the bullet and took Zhou Yu back to the car under Fang's father's meaningful and Zhou's father's extremely gratifying eyes.

Fang Yan thought he would make a fuss, but he didn't expect him to tilt his head as soon as he got in the car, and fell asleep peacefully.

Not being haunted by drunks, Fang Yan was still a little unaccustomed to it. He secretly looked at Zhou Yu from the corner of his eye, and saw his head drooping lower and lower, bumping into the window glass, and he would follow the slight shaking of the car while the car was driving. Hitting the glass one after another—and I still haven't woken up yet.

Fang Yan thought it was funny, and gently pushed him: "Zhou...Brother Yu, change the direction of your head."

Zhou Yu didn't respond at all.

Usually it was Zhou Yu who took care of him, but this time it was Zhou Yu's turn to take care of him, and Fang Yan suddenly felt a subtle and exciting emotion in his heart.

He leaned forward and cupped one side of Zhou Yu's cheek to his side, his heartbeat accelerated suddenly, looking at Zhou Yu's quiet face, he felt inexplicably nervous.

Halfway through, Zhou Yu's eyelashes trembled suddenly, causing Fang Yan to hold his breath for a while. Fortunately, Zhou Yu didn't wake up. Fang Yan maintained this ambiguous posture that crossed the line, and rescued Zhou Yu who hit "dongdong" head.

Now it's all right, Zhou Yu didn't lean against the car window anymore, but leaned against Fang Yan's body, his big hairy head rested on Fang Yan's neck, a little itchy and heavy.

Fang Yan didn't dare to hide, so he stiffened his neck and remained motionless. Just when his shame was about to reach its peak, he finally arrived home.

"Brother Yu, wake up, you're home." Fang Yan called.

Perhaps because of being extremely sensitive to the word "I'm home", Zhou Yu opened his eyes, straightened up solemnly but blankly: "Hmm."

Fang Yan was still thinking, if Zhou Yu couldn't wake up, how would he and the driver carry the drunk into the house unscathed.

Now that he woke up by himself, he would save a lot of trouble.

At this moment, Fang Yan didn't realize that even bigger troubles were yet to come.

Zhou Yu walked straight to the studio as soon as he entered the door.

Fang Yan grabbed him: "What are you doing there?"

Zhou Yu had genuine doubts on his face: "Go back to the room and sleep."

"Your room is on the second floor." Fang Yan pointed to the upstairs and then to the studio, "This is the first floor."

"No, this is the second floor," Zhou Yu said seriously, "The upper floor is the first floor."

Fang Yan: "..."

Fang Yan: "Okay, then your room is on the first floor, go up quickly."

Zhou Yu rubbed his head: "That's right, why are you so drunk that you are more confused than me, you can't tell the difference between the first floor and the second floor."

After speaking, he turned and pushed open the door of the studio.

Fang Yan: "..."

He quickly followed in.

Zhou Yu walked around the studio slowly, and was attracted by an unfinished painting on the easel.

It was an oil painting, in which there was a snow-white skull with a cluster of bright red flowers growing out of its empty eye sockets.The background color is too dark, and there are oval-shaped fruits scattered in the corner of the painting. The color is a gloomy dark brown, which makes the flower more colorful. The four petals are as red as blood, and they are full of vitality, as if they are about to emerge from the painting. poke out.

I don't know why, but the more I look at it, the weirder it becomes.

Zhou Yu didn't have much research on flowers and plants, but he subconsciously felt unfamiliar with this red flower, which should not be a common flower in life.

"You draw so beautifully, what kind of flower is this?" Zhou Yu asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan was silent for a while, then replied almost silently: "Poppy."

"What? I didn't hear clearly." Zhou Yu said.

"It's nothing, it's Poppy." Fang Yan corrected himself.

After Zhou Yu saw clearly that this was not a bedroom but a studio, he was taken to the second floor by Fang Yan, and when he opened the door and saw the familiar bedroom, he frowned and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

"You drank too much, go to bed early." Fang Yan was about to leave when Zhou Yu stopped him.

He asked suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go, go back to my room." Fang Yan said.

"Aren't you my wife? We just met the parents today, why did you change your mind?" Zhou Yu asked.

Fang Yan was dumbfounded for a while: "No..."

Zhou Yu forcefully dragged him back from the door: "Who will my wife sleep with if she doesn't sleep with me?!"

The drunk was so strong that he hugged his wife's thin body and wanted to fall on the bed. Fang Yan struggled desperately: "Wait! Zhou Yu! Don't do this!"

Zhou Yu looked down at him unhappily: "What's the matter?"

Fang Yan racked his brains and thought for a long time: "That...you haven't taken a shower yet."

He originally wanted to sneak back to his room with the excuse that there were no two bathrooms in one room, but he didn't expect to take a shower as quickly as possible. Zhou Yu was already guarding the door in pajamas, looking at him eagerly.

Fang Yan was softened by his eyes, hesitated for half a second, and was carried back to his bedroom by Zhou Yu.

"Zhou Yu! Let me down!" Fang Yan suddenly hung in the air, struggling in a panic.

Zhou Yu put him lightly into the soft blanket, and quickly got in and trapped him in his arms: "Don't make trouble, sleep."

After talking about Gai quilt and turning off the lights, Zhen hugged Fang Yan and prepared to go to sleep.

The drunkard's arm was as strong as cast iron. Fang Yan struggled to no avail. The drunkard pinched the back of his neck gently and said in a deep voice, "Hey, say it one last time, don't make trouble."

Fang Yan almost couldn't hold his breath, his breath was full of Zhou Yu's smell, the other's warm embrace almost set Fang Yan on fire, he was so ashamed that he was about to faint.

Fang Yan almost thought that he would get through the night with his eyes open, but he didn't expect that he would fall asleep in Zhou Yu's arms when he heard Zhou Yu's gradual and long breathing.

It was a dark and sweet night without dreams, and I slept better than before.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-1300:58:01~2021-08-1500:22:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Lu Chi XD1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 32 bottles of remnant snow on the broken bridge; 18 bottles of six nails;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!