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When Fu Yan woke up and looked at the white ceiling, it took him a while to realize that this was his home.

——How did I come back...?

Fu Yan blinked slowly and blankly, but no matter what, he could only vaguely recall the image of himself falling on Cen Yi's bed.Could it be that Cen Yi and the others sent him home again, but he didn't remember the fragments?

Fu Yan thought about it for a while, but couldn't find an answer.He slowly tried to get up, but when he got up, he felt his head was groggy and his whole body was erratic, which was obviously caused by the stamina of alcohol.

"Hiss..." Fu Yan had to sit on the bed and support his head to relax.He now knows that his alcohol capacity is really not that good, and he can't play with such indulgence in this kind of situation in the future.

However, after coming to this world, there is still the experience of drinking and getting drunk. It is quite amazing to think about it.

After a while, Fu Yan climbed out of bed.He was so thirsty that he wanted to go to the bathroom, so he had to urge himself up.But when he walked out of the door, he felt his head spinning again, and he almost fell face down.He had no choice but to lean, or lean on the wall next to the door, and wait for it to slow down.

A pair of arms "picked" him off the wall.

"You can make yourself like this without looking at you?" Fan Xiang was able to carry a tripod with all his strength, and it was easy to pick up a grown man.He sent Fu Yan back to the room: "You can't even stand up, so you can't just lie down?"

Although Fan Xiangyi is strong, he really doesn't know how to hug people. Fu Yan tugged at him vigorously: "I need to go to the bathroom and drink water...let me down!"

Fu Yan's voice was really hoarse, and Fan Xiang frowned when he heard it: "Let you come down? Are you going to roll down the stairs directly?"

While talking, Fan Xiangyi carried him downstairs.The boss thought that Fu Yan was in a hurry and the stairs were not easy to walk, so he jumped on the handrail and fell straight to the first floor again.He put Fu Yan at the door of the bathroom, and Fu Yan almost bumped into the door frame.

Fan Xiangyi was taken aback, and grabbed him again: "Are you going to stand up!"

"Your level of hugging people..." Fu Yan was feeling uncomfortable, and he was not polite, "I might as well just roll down the stairs."

As he spoke, he pushed Fan Xiangyi away, entered the bathroom, and closed the door with a bang, almost hitting Fan Xiangyi's face with the door panel.

Fan Xiangyi: "..."

After 10 minutes, the bathroom door finally reopened.

As soon as Fu Yan stepped out, he was taken aback by Fan Xiang who was leaning against the door: "...Why are you so elusive!"

"I thought I'd hear you fall."

"It's a shame you didn't hear it."

"You were quiet inside for so long, did you fall asleep?"

"Can you wait for me?" Fu Yan frowned, with impatience in his tone, "I thought I was going to vomit, so I waited for a while."

Fan Xiangyi asked, "Did you vomit?"

"No. Cen Yi said it would feel better to spit it out, but I don't want to choke my throat." Fu Yan raked his hair and staggered towards the kitchen, "So stay away from me, or I might fall on you anytime soon." .”

Fanxiang saw that he really didn't want to be next to him, so he followed behind him, not touching him, but not far away from him, hanging not far away, and asked: "Why did you get drunk yesterday?" ?”

"Cen Yi's birthday." Fu Yanhuang went to pour half a glass of water, and almost poured it out, "I made a lot of wine, and I got mixed up."

Fan Xiangyi helped the dangling kettle to prevent Fu Yan from dropping it: "You don't know how much you drink?"

"No, I used to live in a situation where I didn't have the time to let go of drinking." Fu Yan drank half a glass of water in a big gulp, breathed a sigh of relief, and put the glass away, "And it's rare to have a chance, I also want to get drunk once."

"Want to get drunk once?" Fan Xiangyi watched him walk away, "Is there something on your mind?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Fu Yan walked upstairs without looking back, with his hands resting on the railings, step by step, thump, thud, his tone was loose and meaningful, "Anyone who is dragged into this world inexplicably, How many can accept it? I'm just an ordinary person, so it's not surprising to find a chance to vent my pressure."

When Fan Xiang heard him say that he was an "ordinary person", he subconsciously retorted, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't say it.

Coming back this time, Fan Xiangyi made a certain decision.

As a result of this decision, he had to try his best not to say some words; while he had to work hard to get used to saying other words.

For Yu Fanxiangyi, doing this might be more difficult than killing ten ghosts, but he still decided to do so.

He followed Fu Yan upstairs again.Seeing that Fu Yan was about to go back to the bedroom with a dazed face, Fan Xiangyi pressed his shoulders and finally said what he had been holding back since last night: "Let's talk."

"...Do you have to do it now, Your Majesty?" Fu Yan didn't want to cooperate very much, and leaned against the door with drooping eyelids, "The chat service just now is already very reluctant, so you can leave me alone later, okay?"

"If you want to sleep, just say it, and I will treat you like an eagle?" Fan Xiangyi was discouraged by his attitude, so he had to let go, "Then you sleep, and we will talk when you wake up. Also, I'll say it again, don't join in the fun and call me 'Your Majesty'."

"Got it, Vatican sir." Fu Yan picked up this long-lost title again, and it fits Fu Yan's state of mind very well at the moment, "Then, good night."

Fan Xiang looked at the daylight outside the window in Fu Yan's room, and was silent for a second: "...good night."

Fu Yan turned around and entered the door.Just two steps in, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head back and asked, "By the way, I obviously slept on Cen Yi's bed yesterday, but I woke up in my own bed. Regarding this matter, Vatican sir Any insight?"

"What do you think?" Fan Xiang raised his eyebrows, "Don't you still expect them to send you back?"

Fu Yan followed suit and raised his eyebrows: "So you also trespassed on other people's houses."

"..." Hearing this argument again, Fan Xiangyi couldn't find a word to answer, and couldn't help complaining, "Why don't I become a 'security team' for you."

"Excuse me, I'm just saying it casually." Fu Yan said, his eyes lowered for a moment, and soon he raised his eyes again to look at Fan Xiangyi, "But about this matter...thank you."

When Fan Xiang heard the first half of his sentence, he thought he was going to say something like "don't do this in the future".After Fu Yan's words of thanks came out, Fan Xiangyi felt a subtle sense of surprise and indescribable joy.

It has to be said that this method of wanting to promote before suppressing is much better than the effect of simply expressing thanks.

But Fu Yan actually didn't want to play tricks on him.To be honest, what the two said the day before yesterday was a bit like a quarrel.Now that Fan Xiangyi took the initiative to "break the ice", Fu Yan was quite surprised.All the dignified bosses bowed their heads first, and this behavior was infinitely close to an "apology" in terms of his temperament.When Fu Yan thought about it, he softened his attitude, and thanked him where he should be thanked.

Fan Xiangyi didn't know about Fu Yan's mental activities, so he replied after two seconds: "...it's nothing."

"Indeed. It's really not a big deal for you, but the crux of the matter is that I don't really like spending the night in other people's beds." Fu Yan explained, "I couldn't do anything about it yesterday. I can’t get up, so I can only make do with it. When I wake up, I’m in my own home. Although it’s a bit weird, it feels good, thank you.”

Fan Xiangyi thanked him twice in a row, and he was really "flattered": "...I said nothing. If you don't sleep, I will talk to you."

"Okay, then good night again, oh no, good morning." Fu Yan paused and said, "There is one more thing..."

"Is it over?" Fan Xiang saw that he was leaning against the wall, unable to stand upright, and really wanted to send him to bed, "You talk nonsense, you really want to talk to me."

"Just one sentence." Fu Yan said, "Cen Yi and the others know I'm back?"

"They don't know how to guess?" Fan Xiangyi asked, "Do you expect me to explain it to them?"

"...Then let them guess." Fu Yan replied, and finally entered the bedroom and closed the door.

***

When Fu Yan woke up again, it was already past noon.

After lazily waking up and taking a nap, Fu Yan got up and went downstairs. Fu Yan actually saw Fan Xiangyi sitting in the living room dealing with official business.

In fact, Fu Yan was not completely sure what Fan Xiangyi was doing.Anyway, at first glance, Fan Xiangyi was sitting on the sofa, with several piles of paper-like things on the coffee table in front of him, and he was reading a book in his hand.The first second this scene came into Fu Yan's eyes, an idea popped up in Fu Yan's mind involuntarily: He would actually handle work seriously.

--Um?Why do I use the word "actually"?

Fu Yan thought about it rationally, and thought that Fan Xiangyi had the profession of "Your Majesty" after all, so some management work was normal.Fu Yan himself didn't understand why he was quite surprised when he saw Fan Xiangyi working.After much deliberation, it can only be attributed to the fact that Fan Xiangyi's previous image was too advocating force, which left Fu Yan with an image of "preferring martial arts but not literature".

Of course, Fan Xiangyi also noticed Fu Yan immediately.

He watched Fu Yan go downstairs, and said, "Cen Yi brought you hangover soup and your lunch, and it will be your dinner later."

Fu Yan asked, "Did you open the door for him?"

Fan Xiangyi: "Otherwise? Did you sleepwalk and drive?"

Fu Yan thought to himself, aren't you still helping me pass the news?But these words must never be said, so Fu Yan consciously went to the kitchen, drank the hangover soup, then brought the food to the table in the restaurant outside, and started eating in silence.

In terms of a large space, Fu Yan and Fan Xiang are diagonally opposite each other.The two were doing their own things silently, and they didn't talk to each other, which didn't seem to be very embarrassing.

It's just that Fan Xiang would look at Fu Yan from time to time, and Fu Yan finally looked back a few times before saying, "Didn't you say you have something to talk about? Let's talk."

"You want to talk while eating?" Fan Xiang nodded to the booklet in his hand, "Forget it, I'll finish this first."

Fu Yanxin said that from the time I came down to now, you haven't turned a single page, so why pretend.

"I have a normal appetite, eat slowly, and find something to do." Fu Yan still found a step in his speaking skills for Mr. Vatican, "If you want, let's talk now."

As expected, Fan Xiangyi dropped what was in his hand, got up and said, "Aren't you dizzy?"

"I'm not dizzy, I'm a little tired, but I can still turn around." Fu Yan took a mouthful of porridge and swallowed it slowly, "What are you talking about, let's talk."

Fan Xiangyi sat down across the table, even though he was casual, he felt a little oppressed.But what he said in one mouth was a bit short-sighted: "Talk about renting a house."

Fu Yan: "Rent a house?"

Fan Xiangyi: "I want to rent the room next to your bedroom, as well as a study."