After the sick top was forced to marry

Father Lin is old and has a bad memory. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out where he met Pei Ming, so he gave up on this conversation.

Mother Lin finally saw her son once, and took Lin Zijin's hand and refused to let him go, but she was rejected bluntly.

"I still have something to do in Beijing," he said, "I'll go back next time."

"Next time, always next time!"

Mother Lin was a little annoyed, and shook his hand: "I ask you when you will go home every day, and you always say next time!"

Lin Zijin lowered his eyes and said perfunctorily, "Really next time."

Pei Ming glanced at Mother Lin, stepped forward and said softly, "Next time I will come back with Brother Lin, okay?"

Lin Zijin was stunned for a moment, before he could speak, he heard Mother Lin's voice full of joy: "Okay, let's come back together during the Chinese New Year next year."

Father Lin snorted coldly: "You shouldn't care about him, dare to talk back to me when his wings are stiff, lawless."

Lin Zijin sneered, turned around and left without looking back.Pei Ming looked at his back, smiled apologetically at Lin's father and Lin's mother, and then chased after him.

The wedding venue was not big, Lin Zijin was tall and long-legged, and he walked away in anger. Pei Ming trotted before following him, and saw him standing outside the door, biting a cigarette.

Pei Ming vaguely pointed to the "No Smoking" sign next to him, and Lin Zijin gave a vague "fuck" and took the cigarette down again.

"Brother Lin, are you in a bad mood?"

Lin Zijin glanced at him: "Yes."

"Why?"

Pei Ming cautiously approached him, stopping at a close but not disturbing distance: "Talk to me?"

"...what to tell you."

Lin Zijin played with the lid of the lighter: "You don't understand."

"Why don't I understand?"

Pei Ming looked at him a little aggrieved, and whispered, "Do you still treat me like a child?"

Lin Zijin thought in his heart that it wasn't so.

Although the little star is in good shape, he has a very confusing face, which makes him feel in a daze every time that he is not three years older than Pei Ming, but seven or eight years older.

"Look, you don't talk." The smile on Pei Ming's face was replaced by sadness, "You really still treat me like a child."

"I do not have."

Lin Zijin sighed and put the lighter back into his pocket: "Go back? Where are you staying tonight?"

"Stay in a hotel, how about you?"

"I live at Wen Gu's house," Lin Zijin said, "Let's split up and go."

Pei Ming grabbed his sleeve: "No."

"Could you please stop..."

Lin Zijin frowned and turned his head, his face was full of anger, he had planned to speak harshly, but when he saw those eyes, his heart softened again.

He pressed his eyebrows with a headache: "Then what are you going to do?"

"Live together," Pei Ming said, "You haven't slept well for a month."

Lin Zijin wrenched his sleeves away from his hands: "I haven't slept well in the past two years, this day is not bad."

Pei Ming pursed his lips, and just as he was about to say something, the door of the banquet hall was opened behind him.

"Xiao Pei is here to drink!" Luo Yichi bumped out with a goblet, "If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

Lin Zijin looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Luo Yichi noticed this cold gaze, looked to the side, shivered, and stood at attention.

Pei Ming glanced at him: "I won't..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Luo Yichi, the unlucky boy, bowed deeply: "Hello boss! Hello lady boss!"

Lin Zijin had a strange look on his face, but Pei Ming seemed to be very helpful. He was aggrieved just now, but now it immediately turned from cloudy to sunny: "Did you call me for a drink?"

Luo Yichi swallowed: "That's what I meant at first, after all we haven't seen each other for a long time, but now I've changed my mind and I'll go back first..."

"Okay," Pei Ming smiled at him, and took the initiative to grab his shoulders, "If you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

Lin Zijin frowned: "You wait."

Pei Ming turned around: "Brother Lin, is there anything else?"

"Didn't you just say you were going back to the hotel?" Lin Zijin asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"I just want to drink suddenly." Pei Ming still had a decent smile on his face, but he was a little alienated. "Brother Lin is also tired, so go back and rest first."

Lin Zijin subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab him, but in vain: "How long have you been drinking?"

Pei Ming lowered his eyes: "Go back when you're done. Anyway, we don't live together, so Brother Lin won't bother me to take care of me."

Luo Yichi seemed to be embraced by someone, but in fact Pei Ming's hand was holding his shoulders fiercely, making him unable to express his pain, so he could only bear it with a distorted face, and then watched the two of them coming and going invisibly with fear. Sword light and sword shadow.

Lin Zijin frowned, put his hands back as if nothing had happened, and adjusted his collar by the way: "Then I'm leaving."

"Well, let's go."

The smile on Pei Ming's face was faint, without the slightest intention to hold him back: "Brother Lin, sweet dreams, good night."

Then he forcibly pressed Luo Yichi's shoulder and walked towards the banquet hall.

"Little Pei," Luo Yichi dared to speak, "The boss seems to be still standing behind."

"Stand and stand."

The smile on Pei Ming's face disappeared, and his voice also faded: "I don't want the child to be caught by a wolf."

Lin Zijin stood at the same spot and looked at his receding back, and said to himself fiercely: "Drink as long as you drink, who cares about you."

He lifted his legs and walked out the door. After walking two steps, he couldn't hold back and stood still. He sent a message to Li Hua with a lawsuit on his forehead: "Which hotel did you book for Pei Ming?"

"The one next to the trestle bridge." Li Hua returned quickly, "Why the boss? Didn't he tell you?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Lin Zijin vented his anger on Li Hua, "It's so lenient."

He clicked on the dialog box with Wen Gu again: "Pei Ming called me when he was drunk, I'll wait outside the door."

Then he put the lock screen of the phone in his pocket as if evading, sat on the sofa by the door of the bathroom, and sighed silently.

Sure enough, my sense of morality is too high, and I can't let a drunk go home by himself in a place with no relatives.

Lin Zijin leaned back on the sofa, thinking that Pei Ming must have been angry just now.

But why should he be angry?

You can get resources without fulfilling your responsibilities. It would be great if such a good thing falls on you. After all, no one wants to take advantage of it.

What does Pei Ming mean?

Little Star seems to be particularly willing to cling to himself, so does he also have that intention?

Lin Zijin has always been confident, but he has become cautious in this matter, walking on thin ice, not daring to guess other people's intentions casually.

He didn't know how long he sat on the sofa when the phone in his pocket finally vibrated.

Wen Gu sent him a message: "The wedding is coming to an end, come pick me up."

Lin Zijin glanced at it, stood up abruptly, straightened his collar, and strode back to the banquet hall.

The young people in Luo Yichi were all very drunk, sitting crookedly at the table, only Pei Ming kept his sitting posture, but his doggy eyes were covered with mist, looking at him in a daze.

Lin Zijin was also polite, thanked Wen Gu, and then put Pei Ming on his arm to help him up.

Although Pei Ming was drunk, he was surprisingly quiet. He rubbed his head against Lin Zijin's body, and followed his movements to walk out.

Lin Zijin turned his head slightly, only to see a fluffy head rubbing against the hollow of his shoulder flatteringly.

He thought it was funny, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Pei Ming let out a "huh", raised his confused eyes, and shook his head honestly.

Forget it.

What's the deal with a drunk.

Lin Zijin shook his head secretly, helped him to the door, helped him put on the mask, and then raised his hand to hail a car.

Pei Ming seemed to be really drunk. A pair of foggy eyes looked at him quietly, looking towards the bottomless deep pool.

Lin Zijin felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and after reporting the place name to the driver, he whispered, "What do you think I am doing?"

Pei Ming blinked, as if he understood what he was saying, the corners of his lips curled up, and a dimple appeared on his cheek.

He rubbed against Lin Zijin flatteringly: "You look good."

Lin Zijin was caught off guard by the praise, and froze in place: "What?"

"You look good," Pei Ming continued to stick to his body, not only sticking, but also began to fumble with his hands dishonestly, "It's so beautiful."

Lin Zijin's hand was one step ahead of his brain, first he pushed Pei Ming away viciously, and then regretted it a bit after pushing.

Pei Ming who was pushed away was like a discarded puppy. He didn't know what was going on, and looked at him from the other side of the car seat, seemingly aggrieved.

Lin Zijin held his forehead and took a few deep breaths to calm down the nausea that had just surged.

He is against physical contact, especially this kind of physical contact with ambiguous meaning.

Unlike ordinary people's resistance to cleanliness or social fear, this is a conditioned reflex left by stress.Hugs and handshakes are acceptable after several years of treatment, but other intimate actions still make him uncomfortable and disgusted.

"I...not to you," Lin Zijin said softly, "Can you understand what I mean?"

The flush on Pei Ming's face was getting heavier and heavier, he just looked at him directly without nodding or shaking his head.

Sure enough, you can't reason with a drunk.

Lin Zijin looked away and looked at the passing scenery outside the car window.

The taxi stopped at the hotel by the trestle bridge, Lin Zijin paid the money and held out his hand to Pei Ming: "Let's go."

Pei Ming looked at his hands, pursed his lips in grievance, and turned his head to the other side.

This drunk can still be angry.

Lin Zijin had no choice but to get out of the car first, then opened the car door from the other side, and dragged the angry golden retriever down.

Pei Ming stood on the side of the road with his head down, Lin Zijin took his hand and tried to drag him away, but the person who was dragged stood motionless.

Lin Zijin suddenly understood those people who were sneaked by big dogs.

He let go of Pei Ming's hand, suppressed his anger and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Pei Ming raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, with emotions hidden in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

Lin Zijin suddenly became suspicious——

Is he really drunk?

But before he could figure it out, the person in front of him suddenly opened his arms, looked at him stubbornly, and whispered, "Hug."

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Quarantined in the dormitory every day, my limbs are going to lie down and degenerate (smoke.jpg)