If you don't act as a scumbag, you will die

Cheng Cheng woke up at noon the next day.

He didn't even know how long he had slept. He wanted to subconsciously look up at the sky, but when he opened his eyes, he couldn't find a window.

no windows?

He was startled, and didn't even react for a while.

And the touch of the bed seems to be different from my own room...

He sat up abruptly and looked around.

Huh, it's a fairly familiar sight.

It is the indescribable cellar often mentioned in the original book.

The question is...how could I be in the cellar?

Cheng Cheng rubbed his hair and began to slowly recall what happened yesterday.

He still remembered the details of the wedding, but later Uncle Liu told him that Qi Rong would also go to the reception, and he was worried that the cheap father would embarrass her, so he got into the car and dragged Xie Xun to go there.

Sure enough, that idiot was really there, Cheng Cheng was still a little angry when he thought of this, and then he rushed up to block her drink, and then he seemed a little drunk...

Then he immediately pulled Xie Xun to go back.

How did things develop like this?

After all, it was just a glass of wine. Although the power was too strong, it would not cause a hangover. Cheng Cheng didn't feel like he had a splitting headache, but he still couldn't figure out what happened next.

This is different from the last time I caught a cold. After all, last time I fainted, I still had consciousness.

At that time, he even remembered the whole process of tossing Xie Xun, as well as the last sentence "call him dad".

Later, Xie Xun really called him by his full name, although he was pissed off by the group of fruit people at the wedding.

The phone was quietly placed next to him, and Cheng Cheng glanced at the current time, it was one o'clock at noon.

He lifted the quilt and sat up, still feeling a little sore in his waist.

The furnishing of this cellar is still the same as before, the sides are still so eye-catching, and Cheng Cheng feels a headache after looking at it a few more times.

He tried hard to recall how he got here last night, but he could only recall a few intermittent conversations, which couldn't be connected into a complete picture at all, and he couldn't piece together how the scene changed.

For example, he still remembers what he said about "torturing" and what he said about "calling Cheng Yan an idiot". Uncle Liu seemed to have been there during the period, and he seemed to have said something to Xie Xun...

Oh yes, he had a very vague impression. At that time, because he had just performed a wedding with Xie Xun, he was used to calling Xie Xun baby all the time.

But it's not a big deal to be called a baby. Anyway, it's not that I haven't called it when I first passed it.

He tried to ask the system for help: "013, what happened last night?"

The system also appeared slowly this time: "I'm sorry, host, after all, our system is connected to your consciousness. In addition to being able to transmit to you the content of the original book, character design, memory, and the relationship between characters that already existed in related books, the perspective They are all with you, that is to say, we cannot predict other things such as the subsequent development of the plot and the direction of events that you cannot see..."

"speak English."

"In human terms, the system and your brain are down together, and you don't know what happened."

"What use are you other than being a stumbling block?!" Cheng Cheng said angrily.

There is no point in losing your temper with the system, Cheng Cheng took a deep breath and sat up, ready to open the door and go out.

But before he got out of bed, there was a sudden knock at the door.

The light in the cellar was red, and when the person opened the door and came in, the light from outside the door came in, which made the mixing room less gloomy.

Cheng Cheng subconsciously thought it was Uncle Liu, just about to speak, when he looked up, he found that the person standing a few steps away was actually Xie Xun.

"You..." The villain Cheng Cheng has perfected his ability to complain first, so he spoke before Xie Xun said anything, "Why are you here?"

Based on how he got along with Xie Xun these days, Cheng Cheng felt that this person would either simply ignore him, or make a few perfunctory remarks, but Xie Xun actually stared at him for a while, and when Cheng Cheng felt weird, he suddenly curled his lips. .

"Why am I here..." Xie Xun withdrew his gaze, as if recalling some unbearable memories, "Shouldn't you ask Mr. Cheng himself?"

"Ah?" Cheng Cheng frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Did he really not do anything to Xie Xun last night?

"Didn't I just ask you and Uncle Liu to send me back when I was drunk?" Cheng Cheng asked back.

"is it?"

Xie Xun looked at him, and only replied two words after a while.

? ?

Is not it? !

Being asked by Xie Xun, Cheng Cheng immediately began to doubt his memory...

He really didn't do anything, right?

"Well," Xie Xun seemed to be thinking, and then gave Cheng Cheng a reasonable and pertinent suggestion, "Why don't you ask Uncle Liu later?"

——Uncle Liu also knows? !

Cheng Cheng sat on the bed blankly.

After a while, he resolutely denied it: "Just ask, I'm sure I won't do anything anyway—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Do you really not know what to do?

Because he seldom drank alcohol, Cheng Cheng really didn't have any experience of getting drunk to the point of fragmentation in his twenty years of life. When Xie Xun asked him such a rhetorical question, he really began to doubt himself.

And since Xie Xun dared to move out of Uncle Liu directly...

Cheng Cheng hissed.

That's not okay, you can't ask.

After a while, Cheng Cheng raised his head suspiciously again: "Why do I feel that you are playing me?"

Xie Xun quickly put on a cold look: "It's not like Mr. Cheng has never seen me before."

"..."

"Forget it, I'm married to Mr. Cheng after all," Xie Xun seemed to say a little more today than before, "Sometimes, even though I'm reluctant, it's not like I haven't thought about some things."

what?

Ah? ?

Cheng Cheng seemed to be struck by lightning, he quickly lowered his head and glanced at himself, it was okay, but it was just... quite wrinkled...

And Xie Xun had already changed into a suit of clothes.

"I, I, we..."

"It's okay." Xie Xun's voice sounded a little strange, "I understand."

"Impossible!" Cheng Cheng still didn't believe it, "Even if I'm drunk, at most, at most-"

Just draw?

Before he finished speaking, Xie Xun continued: "Then why is Mr. Cheng here now?"

"……Oh."

Yeah, they seem to be in the basement now.

Cheng Cheng frowned, his expression became indescribable.

And although he couldn't remember exactly what happened, some words still left an impression on him.

He did call Xie Xun "Baby".

It seemed that he had said something to torture him.

and then?

Baby, you are so fine...

baby i will soon...

Baby, take off your coat...

baby, okay...

Some fragmented words flashed through his mind suddenly.

Cheng Cheng was so shocked that he jumped off the water bed.

"I, I, I..."

He didn't even dare to look at Xie Xun's face, and he didn't even put on his shoes, so he rushed straight out of the cellar door.

isn't it? !

impossible? !

How could such a third-rate novel, such as drinking and having sex, happen to me? !

Wait, even though I'm in a third-rate novel... No, that's not the problem!

How could he be with the protagonist, with the protagonist...

When Cheng Cheng went up to the second floor, he occasionally ran into Uncle Liu who was walking towards him. He only said "Morning, Mr. Cheng", and rushed into the room by himself, closing the door with a bang.

He felt that Uncle Liu's smile was not quite right.

Cheng Cheng was still in astonishment that he couldn't think about.

But suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Although the conversations I recalled so far are all unsightly, but combined, plus Xie Xun's words just now...

Cheng Cheng shouted, "013!!"

"Hey, it's here."

"I - no, it's the original owner - no, it seems to be me - it doesn't matter..."

He was a little incoherent: "I, the original owner...we, it seems..."

"Again?!"

At the same time, Xie Xun had already closed the cellar door, and directly pressed the elevator back to his room.

There were still a few sheets of paper on the table, and the drawing board and painting utensils were taken back to Cheng Cheng's room. He just went back to open the door to check if there was anything left in the cellar.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Cheng just woke up.

Xie Xun groaned softly, and said something tentatively, but he didn't expect that the other party really didn't have much memory of last night.

The image of Cheng Cheng running away in shock just now is still vivid, Xie Xun's mood is inevitably a little complicated.

His eyes fell on a few paintings on the table.

Obviously, they are all sketches with simple and clean lines, and some places are even a bit scribbled. It can be felt that the author's mood is surging when he is painting.

Xie Xun flipped through the blank sheets of paper.

It is not difficult to see that Cheng Cheng has a solid foundation in this area, Xie Xun is also a little surprised, he has never heard of him having such a hobby before.

Just these paintings...

His expression gradually became complicated.

The first one is okay, the character on it is sitting on a somewhat peculiar chair, with casual expressions and movements, like a hand-painted painting.

However, the second one started to be outrageous.

The protagonist changed his posture, only one button of the shirt was left loose, exposing a large area of ​​skin, and his movements became more and more bold, with one hand leaning on the back of the chair, the other hand stretched down, placed on the On the half-opened trouser chain.

It would be fine if this one was the pose Cheng Cheng forced himself to do at the time, but the third one...

The upper body of the model is no longer naked. Although the lines are simple, each stroke is the key point. The outline is perfect and smooth, and shadows are added in some places.

But the point is neither of this.

The key protagonist has become a half-recumbent, idle posture, and the special function originally given by this weird chair has also played a role. The end is turned up, and some straps are also covered on the model, and some of them were originally hung on the cellar cabinet. The ball, the whip, and the glove...

This person drew so much last night that he was able to surpass the model and start to diverge.

"..."

Xie Xun's face darkened again and again, and finally he folded up the three pieces of paper and threw them into the corner of the cabinet.