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Perhaps considering that there was a high probability of "sports" tonight, Shen Zui finally decided to have some dinner.Yan Mingyang recommended a restaurant whose signature is fish.

Yan Mingyang entertains all the year round, treats guests and is invited many times, and the restaurants he chooses are never wrong.

Intoxicated eating is very restrained, and dinner is at most half full.But the way he was picking up the food showed that he hadn't had such a satisfying meal for a long time.

Yan Mingyang is a frequent customer of this restaurant, eating food is far more attractive than admiring intoxication.

"Is it delicious?" Yan Mingyang sat opposite Shen Zui.He propped his chin casually with one hand, thoughtfully.

Shen Zui is very good at handling fishbone.He lowered his head to pick the thorn, nodded his chin, "delicious."

"When I was in college, I went out to socialize with my teacher once, and I happened to eat at this restaurant." Yan Mingyang looked at Shenzui, with a smile in his eyes, "When I was young, I grew up in a city by the river, and I would eat other fish in the future. It doesn't feel fresh enough."

"The head chef of this restaurant is also from Qishi. How about it, does it have a taste of hometown?"

Shen Zui slowly picked out the piece of fish in his hand, put it in his mouth and ate it before opening his mouth, "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

Yan Mingyang was stunned, "What?"

Shen Zui's tone was flat, and he picked up a bowl of small fruits from the arty "Qushui Liushang" next to his seat, "I have often eaten fish and shrimp since I was a child, but they are not good fish or shrimp. If they are valuable, they will be sold."

"My grandma's cooking skills should be pretty good, but except for the New Year's Day, the dishes are very rough."

"What's more, I'm the one who cooks most of the time."

Shen Zui raised his head, and met Shang Yan Mingyang's eyes, "So, in my impression, fish is always very fishy, ​​and I didn't want to eat fish for a long time."

"Later it was Liu—"

Shen Zui's voice paused as he spoke, and his hands stopped.He realized it was an inappropriate name to mention tonight.

"Liu Heng?" Yan Mingyang picked up Shen Zui's words, seemingly unintentionally.

Compared with displeasure, he was more jealous.

Shen Zui pursed his lips, began to pick his thorn again, and said naturally, "Liu Heng likes to study cooking very much. He used to joke that if it wasn't for acting, he might become a chef."

"He thinks food is an art and he's very good at it."

Yan Mingyang was silent for a moment, then got up and sat beside Shen Zui.

"What are you doing?" Shen Zui asked.

Yan Mingyang gently grabbed his hand, rubbing it in his palm, "I'm sorry."

"I should remember that you told me before that you have to cook at a very young age."

"Really, I don't even remember." Shen Zui's face was calm, and when he looked at Yan Mingyang, he seemed to have some pity, "It's okay, you are so different from my childhood."

"When I was young, I had to cook every day, and the children in the village were basically like this." Shen Zui withdrew his hand, took a piece of watermelon and bit into it, "So now I really don't want to do it, I would rather cook broccoli every day."

"Next time I'll make it for you." Yan Mingyang brought over the drunk plate, intending to help him pick the thorns.

Shen Zui did not respond to Yan Mingyang's words.He reached out and took the plate back, "I pick it myself. You can't pick such a thin thorn as cleanly as I can."

"I just watched you tickling," Yan Mingyang retorted, "I have a strong learning ability."

"Let's forget it." Shen Zui said nonchalantly, "Although tonight is very long, I don't want to be stuck in the hospital by fishbone."

"........."

Coming out of the restaurant, the two of them didn't speak much on the way home.

Shen Zui seemed to be tired, lying in Yan Mingyang's arms with his eyes half closed.

I ate too much tonight.

Get more exercise.

Yan Mingyang's residence in Beijing is a large flat, and the interior decoration is almost the same as that in Shanghai.

It's like a hotel chain.

"Your home should be well-decorated." Shen Zui commented this was the first time he came here.

Yan Mingyang was still standing outside the door, fiddling with the combination lock.

"Come here and get your fingerprints."

"Oh." Shen Zui didn't ask much.He went straight to the door, stretched out his right thumb and pressed it casually, and the recording was successful with a beep.

"I come to Beijing to work by myself in the future, can I also live here?"

Yan Mingyang half-pushed Shen Zui into the room, locked the door, hugged him from behind, leaned over and kissed him, "Yes, you can invite friends to the party if you want."

"Is that so..." Shen Zui rolled his eyes, "Then when I go back to Shanghai, I will seriously ask the landlord of the new apartment if he is allowed to live with a boyfriend."

"What," Yan Mingyang realized after the words came out.He dodged his eyes and said awkwardly, "Didn't you tell me last time, that landlord stayed abroad and never came back."

Shen Zui smiled slyly, not hiding his doubts at all.He touched Yan Mingyang with his elbow, "Let go of me, I'm going to take a shower."

"........."

Perhaps because there is no need to flush cold water, Yan Mingyang took a shower today faster than intoxicated.

After coming out, he wiped his hair, leaned on the sofa and flipped through his phone casually, and replied a few messages that were not painful.

There are still many people who know that Yan Mingyang went to the backstage today to find Shen Zui.

Since in some respects Yan Mingyang's reputation is unbelievably good, and Shen Zui happens to be notorious, many people are curious.

Yan Mingyang basically didn't respond.

In addition to these ulterior gossip, Professor Zhou Liqun also sent a message in reply to Yan Mingyang's previous greeting.

New Year's Day is not far away, and people everywhere need to move around.Yan Mingyang is going to give Zhou Liqun a gift in person tomorrow.

"elder brother."

A soft voice came through the door, a little hazy in the fog.

"Huh?" Yan Mingyang immediately threw away his phone and walked forward, asking through the door, "What's wrong?"

"All the luggage is at Xiao An's place, I don't have pajamas." Shen Zui's tone sounded innocent and pure.

"........."

Yan Mingyang shamefully finds himself having an extra reaction to a normal conversation.

"Uh,"

Shen Zui seemed to be walking towards the door, "Can I wear your T-shirt or shirt?"

Yan Mingyang's heart was pounding through a door that was translucent in the middle and fogged with water vapor.He probably understood that the intoxication was intentional, and in addition to a pleasurable agitation, unavoidable jealousy also surfaced.

Intoxication is so natural and skillful.

Just when Yan Mingyang was thinking about how to answer Shen Zui, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Yan Mingyang subconsciously took a step back, and in the warm mist illuminated by the bathroom lamp, an elf-like body looked back.

In the southwest wilderness, there are black beasts, which look like dodders.

The human face can speak, often deceives others, speaks east and west, speaks evil but good.

Its meat is delicious, it is not true to eat it.

Yan Mingyang was much calmer than before.He walked rationally into the fog, which was obviously a trap.

Shen Zui hugged Yan Mingyang's neck with both hands, and tilted his head, "I don't have any clothes, so don't blame me."

Yan Mingyang felt the wildfire in his body start a prairie fire.His breathing became light and subtle in the depression, "On purpose?"

Shen Zui has acted in many scenes in his life, and this may be the easiest and most difficult one among them.

He leaned close to Yan Mingyang's ear, and said angrily, "Brother, let me see if your tattoo is good."

The mist was cut open with a crisp sound.

Yan Mingyang held Shen Zui in his arms.The next second, the lights went out.

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Today's chapter is a bit short (crying and crying) mainly because there is no follow-up (..