Your Majesty, it's polite

Since the durian incident, the relationship between Xiao Yiting and Tang Yunshu has dropped to a freezing point, even so, Tang Yunshu's mood is still at ease for several days.

Every day when lighting the lamp, Tang Yunshu helped him apply medicine to his eyes.

During the whole movement, Xiao Yiting didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Seeing that his face was always cold, Tang Yunshu felt better and better.

"Yun Shu, Yun Shu."

Outside, Qian Duoqing and Meng Sansheng drove in with smiling eyes, and the servants behind them brought some wine and boxes.

Tang Yunshu cleaned his hands, took the silk handkerchief from Mahayana and wiped his hands.

After punching Qian Duoqing, he said with a smile, "What's the happy event today?"

These two boys are taking over the family's business, and they are so busy, what is the meaning of their happy faces.

Qian Duoqing hugged his shoulders and smiled wretchedly: "You forgot, San Sheng's birthday today."

"That's right." Meng Sansheng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I didn't ask you for a birthday gift, just the three of us to celebrate."

He knew that the medicine Xiao Yiting was taking required alcohol prohibition, so he excluded him.

Tang Yunshu just remembered that today is indeed the kid's birthday.

Turning her head to look at Mahayana: "Go home and send the screen of the beauty of the crane play to the Meng Mansion, and name it to the third master."

Meng Sansheng was overjoyed, hugging Tang Yunshu and wishing he could kiss him a few times, he said excitedly, "Good brother, forever!"

Haha, he thought about the screen for a long time, but he couldn't get it after thousands of requests. He didn't expect that it would be delivered to the door automatically on his birthday.

He really deserves to be his good brother, good buddy.

Qian Duoqing smiled and asked Xiao Yiting: "Patriarch Yan, let's have a small banquet, shall we come together?"

Xiao Yiting shook his head, his tone was light: "No need, I'm not feeling well, so I don't want to bother you."

They brothers party, he, an outsider, really shouldn't be there.

"Walk."

Tang Yunshu took the two of them to his room and asked Mahayana to clean up the things on the table.

The table is not big, full of wine, hot dishes, and snacks. Three people sit around the table, drinking and chatting.

In the next room, Xiao Yiting listened to Mingyue Qingquan's report on the newsletter from Kyoto, and the cheerful laughter of the three of them wafted in his ears.

Mingyue saw that he was distracted, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Tang, Mr. Qian, Mr. Meng, the relationship is really good."

"It's hard to know yourself in life, not to mention that they grew up together, and their relationship must be deep."

Xiao Yiting knew that they were good brothers since childhood, so he didn't feel any envy.

Life is alive, it is difficult to know yourself.

Xiao Yiting turned his ears, and he could still hear Qian Duoqing making fun of Tang Yunshu's charming appearance.

Gently rubbing the edge of the folder, curiosity was aroused again, what does he look like?

It was Meng Sansheng's birthday today, Tang Yunshu was happy, and he was in his house again, so he let go of his drink.

In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, Qian Duoqing and Meng Sansheng were helped into the carriage by their servants to go home, and Tang Yunshu fell directly on the table.

"Young master." Mahayana helped him into the bed and lay down, neatly cleaned up the food on the table, and walked outside.

Tang Yunshu supported his forehead and sighed softly: "It's so uncomfortable, mother, mother, come and hug me."

The clear voice was full of tenderness, coquettish like a three-year-old child, with a soft voice.

The pen in Xiao Yiting's hand stopped suddenly, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

Tang Yunshu is a man, how could he say that. .Such an exciting voice.

"Mother, brother, hug quickly, hug quickly!"

The delicate voice filled the room and overflowed into the earlobe, disturbing Xiao Yiting's heart.

Mingyue and Qingquan looked at each other, unable to believe what they heard.

Xiao Yiting accidentally got up and came to the next door, the moment he stepped over the threshold, he heard a tender complaint: "Mother, hurry up and hug Yunshu, hurry up, hug me!"

Innocent and bright voice, `Even if you don't see it, Xiao Yiting can still imagine his cuteness.

He came to the bed involuntarily, and was about to speak, when his waist was hugged suddenly, his soft body wrapped around him like a snake, and the scorching breath came from his chest, which was in harmony with his drum-like heartbeat.

Mahayana came in with warm water and was dumbfounded when he saw this scene: "Master?!"

Alright, young master's face when he's drunk, now he knows everything.

Like a rascal child, Tang Yunshu shook Xiao Yiting, pouted and yelled coquettishly, "Quick, give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug."

The boy who is usually gentle and elegant as jade is now no different from a three-year-old child, so childish and cute.

Xiao Yiting couldn't see his eyes, and stood beside the bed helplessly.

Tang Yunshu was so drunk that she grabbed his hand and covered her cheek, acting coquettishly to her heart's content.

Wherever the fingers touch, it is delicate and warm, as smooth as nephrite jade, the forehead is full, the eyelashes are long and curly, the nose is straight, the lips are moist and hot, and the chin is soft.

Just by touching his hands, he can already outline his facial features in his mind, which is really handsome.

Mahayana hurriedly came over and pulled Tang Yunshu away and put him on the bed, and apologized to Xiao Yiting: "Patriarch Yan, my son looks like a child when he gets drunk, please forgive me."

Xiao Yiting held Tang Yunshu's hand tightly, and unconsciously rubbed his soft palm with his thumb.

The hand was taken away in the next second, and half of the heart seemed to be hollowed out. Xiao Yiting didn't say anything, turned around and helped Mingyue to leave.