After dressing as a villain, I'm with the paranoid male protagonist.

He Nanlou held the finger that Qiao Annian extended, lowered his head, and kissed his fingertips.

A tingling sensation, like a small electric current, reached Qiao Annian's Tianlingcap.

Qiao Annian's knees were useless, and he had only one leg on the sofa, but his body softened and he fell down on He Nanlou's lap.

Qiao Annian was a little confused, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he didn't understand what happened just now.

After a long time, Qiao Annian put his hand on He Nanlou's shoulder.

Get up.

He Nanlou put his hands on his waist, exerted a little force, and pressed the man on his lap: "It's not that I want to kiss."

Qiao Annian didn't wear any clothes, he felt that the skin around his waist was going to be on fire, his face was also very hot, and the tips of his ears were even redder: "I kissed you before."

He Nanlou's eyes were strange, "Have you kissed me before?"

Qiao Annian had never kissed anyone in two lifetimes, and now she said "um" embarrassingly, and said in a low voice, "My legs are weak."

It wasn't the chandelier light in the living room that He Nanlou turned on before, but the warm yellow light strip on the sofa belt. The light source hit the sofa area and landed on the two of them.

Qiao Annian was sitting on He Nanlou's lap at the moment, covering part of the light source, making part of He Nanlou's body hidden in the shadow.

At this moment, he was like Satan from the darkest place, tempting a soul that he had been watching for a long time, He Nanlou said slowly, "Why are your legs so soft?"

Qiao Annian's eyelids drooped, and the tips of his ears were so red that they couldn't be redder, but he didn't say anything.

He Nanlou: "Honey?"

Qiao Annian nodded and smiled shyly at the child.

He Nanlou's eyes deepened suddenly, and the hand on Qiao Annian's waist strengthened.

Joannian frowned.

He Nanlou noticed the not-so-obvious expression change, he let go of his strength, raised his face slightly, and passed the cup forward in his hand: "Are you still thirsty?"

Qiao Annian was drunk and forgot that he asked for water before.

Seeing water now, the feeling of dry mouth immediately returned.

"want--"

He put his head closer.

He Nanlou leaned back.

Qiao Annian watched eagerly, watching He Nanlou hand the water glass to his mouth.

Even if this person is drunk, he is not aggressive in any way.

He Nanlou took a sip of water, leaned forward, and put the water glass on the coffee table.

Qiao Annian's head turned following He Nanlou's movements.

After making sure that He Nanlou stopped drinking, his eyes lit up, and he reached out to get it himself.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, He Nanlou grabbed it.

Qiao Annian was wronged. He was really thirsty now, but he didn't lose his temper. He just asked, "Can't I drink it?"

He Nanlou didn't speak, but his eyes were as heavy as the winter night.

Qiao Annian tilted his head, and didn't say no, this should be the meaning of acquiescence, right?

He glanced at He Nanlou from the corner of his eye, and tentatively pulled his hand out.

There was no obstruction.

Withdrawing his hand successfully, Qiao Annian frowned and smiled happily.

His fingertips touched the cup and his wrist was gripped again.

Qiao Annian frowned, and pursed her lips childishly.

Suddenly, the back of his neck was hugged, and his lips were covered with warmth.

Qiao Annian was a little dazed and didn't quite understand what was going on, but felt water coming from his mouth.

He drank water!

Qiao Annian sucked greedily. When He Nanlou passed all the water, when he was about to retreat, his tongue immediately chased him, thinking that he would be able to drink more water.

There's no more water, but it's so sweet.

It was sweeter than any milk tea and soda he drank.

Qiao Annian sat astride He Nanlou's lap, wrapping her arms around it.

He Nanlou held Qiao Annian's hand around his waist and tried hard, wishing to blend the person on him into his own body.

"hiss--"

He Nanlou kissed so hard that Qiao Annian's lips were broken.

He pushed He Nanlou dissatisfied.

He hummed, expressing that he didn't want to kiss anymore.

He Nanlou: "Have you had enough?"

A blank look appeared in Qiao Annian's eyes.

"Do you still want to drink?"

Qiao Annian thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

He Nanlou picked up the water glass, stroked the back of his neck with his palm, and kissed him.

He Nanlou: "Are your legs weak?"

Qiao Annian leaned on his shoulder, panting slightly, the corners of her eyes were red.

...

The next day.

The sun streams in through the dense blackout curtains.

On the bed, the person curled up into a silkworm chrysalis moved.

Damn, why does my head hurt so much?

The head is like an inflated balloon, ready to explode at any moment.

Qiao Annian woke up in this bursting pain.

Pressing his temples with his palm, Qiao Annian opened his eyelids with difficulty.

Two days in a row is the experience of waking up with a hangover, don't get too ecstatic.

At first, when Qiao Annian looked at the ceiling, his eyes were blurred, and he saw objects with double images.

Qiao Annian closed her eyes again, and opened them again after a while.Although seeing objects is not completely clear, it is much better than before.

Noticing that he was in the room, Qiao Annian's eyes were full of confusion.

His last memory was eating in the private room with Lele and the others, and drinking some wine together.

Qiao Annian tried to speculate backwards.

Later, they should have finished their meal and went home separately.

As for how he came back, Qiao Annian had no memory at all.

But don't guess, Xiaolou must have sent him back.

At the dinner party yesterday, only Xiaolou drank drinks from start to finish.

He is too aware of his drinking capacity, if Xiaolou is drunk, it is hard to say how the two of them will get home.

His head still hurts, but he just thought about it for a while, and it hurts even more.

I hope he didn't cause too much trouble for Xiaolou last night.

and many more……

How could he remember that he seemed to vomit last night?

Could it be that he was dirty and went to bed?

Qiao Annian hurriedly lowered his head to check his body, he was not wearing the same outfit that he went out yesterday——

He was wearing thin cotton pajamas in autumn and winter.

Qiao Annian was a little confused. Did Xiaolou change his clothes last night?

With his whole body stinking?

Joannian blushed.

He seemed to have caused a lot of trouble for Xiaolou last night.

...

With his palms propped on the bed, Qiao Annian sat up with difficulty.

The electronic clock beside the bed showed 10:21.

Qiao Annian rubbed his sore temples. Fortunately, he didn't have to go to work, otherwise he could have asked for leave today.

When I got out of bed, my legs were limp, as if my feet were stepping on a pile of cotton.

Qiao Annian shook his body and barely walked to the bathroom.

Put the water on, go to the sink to wash your hands.

Raising his eyes inadvertently, he was taken aback by the tragedy of his lips.

What happened to his lips?

Why is it broken and swollen? !

Hearing footsteps, Qiao Annian turned around subconsciously.

His gaze met the child standing by the door.

Joannian's eyes flickered.

For a moment, he raised his hand.

"Morning" before he said the words, and realized that it was almost noon, he smiled awkwardly: "Ha, it doesn't seem to be too early now."

Throat was unexpectedly hoarse.

Every time he was hungover, he would wake up with a sore throat, and Qiao Annian was used to it.

It's the first time that lips are like this...

He Nanlou caught the guilt that Qiao Annian tried to hide in his eyes, it was pure guilt, without any panic or shyness.

He looked away from Joannian's red and swollen lips, and said calmly, "I brought you the hangover medicine."

Qiao Annian said "Oh", he really needs sober medicine now.

Qiao Annian sat by the bed, took the water glass handed over by the child, and Qiao Annian took the hangover capsule.

The wound on his lip touched the water, and Qiao Annian hissed.

Not caring about the wound on his lip, Qiao Annian looked at this point wonderingly, the children who were still at home: "Baby, do you have to go to work today?"

"asked for leave."

Qiao Annian took another sip of water: "Oh."

He Nanlou looked at him: "Do you have something to say?"

Qiao Annian squinted at the child, and asked tentatively, "I didn't go crazy with alcohol last night, did I?"

He Nanlou's eyes darkened: "You don't even remember?"

For some reason, Qiao Annian always felt that if he didn't remember the answer, it seemed that he was in danger of losing millions of dollars.

"Remember!"

Qiao Annian raised his voice, and then added, "Remember a little bit."

He Nanlou snorted lightly, "Tell me."

Qiao Annian could hear the meaning of infinite mockery from this light chirp.

Like a student who didn't know the answer at all, but was called by the teacher to answer the question, Qiao Annian looked at the child's face, "I remember, last night, I seemed to vomit while holding the toilet."

He Nanlou nodded: "Continue."

Qiao Annian was in a bit of a dilemma.

Still going on.

There is no need to continue.

Even throwing up while holding the toilet was something he managed to remember.

What happened next, he was really fragmented, and he had no memory at all.

Qiao Annian decisively changed the subject, "Baby, did you change my clothes for me? Thank you."

There is more flattery in the smile, and there is more flattery in the flattery.

...

Qiao Annian was too drunk last night, He Nanlou didn't expect him to remember everything, but he didn't expect that this person completely forgot what happened later.

He Nanlou's face darkened slightly: "I am the one who puts your clothes on."

Qiao Annian felt that he might not be sober yet.

He understood every word, but he couldn't understand what the words of evidence meant when they were linked together.

He humbly asked: "Bao, can you expand on this?"

He Nanlou: "You took off the clothes yourself."

Joannian: "!!!"

"After I threw up, I took off my clothes by myself?"

"Ah."

Qiao Annian heaved a sigh of relief, it's okay, it's okay, he still knows how to take off his clothes, that means he wasn't too drunk last night.

Wait, if he took off his clothes, then why, Xiaolou put them on for him?

Isn't it normal? After he took off his clothes, he went to take a shower and then went to bed, right? !

Qiao Annian bite the bullet: "...after taking off my clothes, what else am I doing?"

"You went to brush your teeth. In the case of wearing only boxers all over your body, tell me that you have changed your clothes and your body is no longer smelly now. Let me smell you."

What He Nanlou said was true, but he cut the beginning and the end, so that Qiao Annian's face became redder the more he listened.

As for wine, it is better to touch it less.

"I really can't remember anything... Then what happened afterwards?"

Qiao Annian actually wanted to ask the child if he had smelled it after all.

cough.

What a shame.

Want a face.

He Nanlou: "Think for yourself."

Joannian: "..."

His tone sounded very indifferent.

What else did he do last night? ! ! !

...

"It's fine if you can't remember."

He Nanlou turned around indifferently and walked out: "Come down for breakfast."

Qiao Annian really couldn't think of anything for the time being, he stood up from the bed: "Have you made breakfast?"

He Nanlou stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and handed Qiao Annian one, "Are you still awake" in his eyes, "I work part-time."

Qiao Annian followed the child slowly, wondering, "...don't you know a little?"

Xiaolou has lived abroad, so he can't cook big dishes, but he can still do simple breakfasts, such as frying an egg and toasting a piece of bread.

The child ignored him.

Not knowing how he provoked someone last night, Qiao Annian rubbed the tip of his nose embarrassingly.

It would be fine if he knew what mistake he made, but the point is that he can't remember at all now, even if he wants to coax others, he doesn't know where to start.

He Nanlou walked a few steps, but didn't hear footsteps, turned around, Qiao Annian was still on the second staircase.

He Nanlou raised his head.

Qiao Annian held onto the railing of the stairs with both hands, and waved to the child: "It's okay, my body may have been hollowed out yesterday, I don't have much strength, you go down first."

He Nanlou walked back and stopped when he reached Qiao Annian's next step.

Qiao Annian looked at him suspiciously, his brain was a little bit lost: "What's wrong?"

He Nanlou turned his back to Qiao Annian, bent slightly, "Come up."

Qiao Annian refused without thinking, "No, I just don't have much strength, I'll just walk a little slower..."

Obviously, the sober Joannian was much more embarrassing than the drunk Joannian.

He Nanlou turned around, "Are you going to spend the New Year in the hospital?"

"Huh? When did I say I was going to spend my new life in the hospital..."

Qiao Annian suddenly understood what it meant to be a child.

He argued for himself dissatisfied: "I will not fall from upstairs."

You won't break your leg and be hospitalized with an injury!

He Nanlou put one hand on the railing of the stairs, raised his face, and looked at Qiao Annian: "You want me to carry you downstairs?"

Joannian: "!!!"

Qiao Annian had no doubts at all, but if he said "no", there was a high probability that he would be carried downstairs.

Maybe it's still in the posture of holding a child.

In order to maintain his old face, Qiao Annian had no choice but to compromise.

Qiao Annian lay on He Nanlou's shoulders, wrapping his arms around his neck: "I thought you were angry with me."

With Qiao Annian on his back, He Nanlou walked down the stairs step by step, and said "Yes".

Qiao Annian looked at the child's profile: "Brother Xiaolou, can you tell me a little bit, what did I do to upset you last night?"

He Nanlou is still the original three words——

"Think for yourself.

Joannian: "..."

...

He Nanlou went downstairs with Qiao Annian on his back.

On the dining table, the porridge was steaming, the rice grains were crystal clear, and there was a unique aroma of rice.

Qiao Annian didn't feel very hungry at first, but when he smelled the aroma of porridge, his stomach immediately growled, making him feel hungry.

Waking up on the second day of a hangover and eating a bowl of porridge that warms the stomach, don't be too happy.

It's been a while since He Nanlou went upstairs to ask Qiao Annian to have breakfast, and the porridge is almost warmed up at this moment, and the temperature is just right.

On the table, there are several side dishes with porridge, tomato eggs, crispy and delicious cold seaweed shreds, fried shredded pork with fungus, all of which are appetizing but not too heavy.

Even though the breakfast wasn't made by the children himself, Qiao Annian still felt very comfortable.

Joannian picked up the spoon and took a bite.

The warm porridge slid down his throat, pressing against his stomach that had been spoiled by him all night. It was comfortable, even when the porridge accidentally touched the wound on his lips, it was really painful.

Until now, Qiao Annian didn't remember what he did last night, to give his lips to Huo Huocheng like this.

Enduring the pain, Qiao Annian slowly put the porridge into his mouth. He looked at He Nanlou who came out of the kitchen with coffee, and asked with concern, "Baby, have you eaten?"

He Nanlou: "Yes."

Qiao Annian was not too surprised by this.Life in Xiaolou has always been very self-disciplined. Except for the few days when I was jet-lagged, I basically got up pretty early.

Qiao Annian picked up chopsticks to mix the shredded seaweed, scooped a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, swallowed the porridge, and asked casually, "Is it porridge too?"

He Nanlou didn't answer.

Qiao Annian raised his head, thinking that the child hadn't heard, just about to ask again, when he saw the band-aid on the child's index finger.

Qiao Annian was taken aback, "What's wrong with your index finger?"

He Nanlou lowered his eyes and glanced away, then moved away lightly: "It's nothing."

Qiao Annian asked with concern, "How did you hurt?"

He Nanlou's expression suddenly turned cold, he lowered his head and continued to drink coffee.

Qiao Annian's eyes were confused and his hand was injured. What can't you say?

never will be...

Qiao Annian asked cautiously, "Could it be that I bit you?"

He Nanlou pursed his lips: "No."

I don't know if it was his illusion, Qiao Annian always felt that after he asked this question, Xiaolou's face seemed to turn a little colder.

Hey, the mood of adolescent boys is more changeable than the weather in April.

...

Qiao Annian vomited last night, and now her stomach is empty.

The appetizers and porridge were too compatible, and he still couldn't get enough of it after eating a bowl.

I didn't dare to eat too much, for fear of burdening my stomach.

After eating a bowl, Qiao Annian put the dishes in the refrigerator, and took the empty bowl to the sink in the bathroom.

There was a faint smell of burning.

Qiao Annian smelled it and found the kitchen waste bin.

There were scrambled eggs with tomatoes and half a cucumber in it.

Thinking of the child's injured finger, Qiao Annian guessed what was going on.

Qiao Annian imagined that the child was busy clumsily in the kitchen just to make him breakfast, and his heart was so warm.

"Did you make me breakfast?"

He Nanlou was holding an IPAD in his hand, and when he heard Qiao Annian's voice, he raised his head.

Qiao Annian held half a sliced ​​dragon fruit in his hand, passed half of it to the child, and sat down next to the child, "I saw it, it's in the trash can. The eggs are scrambled, right?"

He Nanlou bowed his head and replied to Brian's message.

Of course, Brian was dissatisfied with the fact that the chairman asked for leave every three days.

He also wants to take a vacation, go out to sea, enjoy the sun and the island!

Hor Nanlou rejected Brian's request for annual leave.

Brian sent several messages of protest, but He Nanlou never replied.

Qiao Annian didn't get angry when he saw that the child was only focused on playing with the iPad, so he ignored him.

He took a bite of the dragon fruit himself, and handed the unbitten bite to the child's mouth: "Take a bite."

He Nanlou glanced at him, it was a bit of face after all.

Qiao Annian asked again: "Where's your hand? How did you hurt it? Did you accidentally hurt your finger while cutting cucumbers?"

Now, even Qiao Annian handed the dragon fruit to his mouth, it didn't work anymore, and He Nanlou didn't raise his head the whole time.

Help.

How could you be so shameless.

Hahahaha!

The point of saving face, Xiaolou really hasn't changed since he was a child.

Qiao Annian finished eating his own piece of dragon fruit, and he reached out to wipe his hands with a tissue: "I have received your kindness! But in the future, you can do these things on a part-time basis. Your hands are so precious. .”

Qiao Annian held the child's hand and put a band-aid on it. He couldn't tell whether the injury was deep or not, "Is the wound really okay?"

He Nanlou: "Yes."

Only then did Qiao Annian feel relieved.

Dragon fruit is easy to stain, and Qiao Annian didn't wipe his hands clean with a paper towel, so he took a wet towel.

Instead of wiping your hands first, wipe your mouth first.He thought about wiping his mouth after wiping his mouth, and then wiping his hands by the way.

Forgetting that he had a wound on his lip, the wet wipe wiped the wound on his lip, and the pain caused him to hiss and take a few breaths.

...

He Nanlou's eyes fell on the wound on Qiao Annian's lip. He knew better than anyone that the wound on Qiao Annian's lip was caused by this. He deliberately asked, "What's wrong with the lip?"

Qiao Annian's face was full of pain: "I don't know. I only found my lips swollen like this when I looked in the mirror in the morning. Can you believe it? No matter how drunk I was, I never had swollen lips before."

The point is that I don't know why it still broke.

I don't know if he accidentally bit himself when he was drunk.

He didn't dare to wipe his lips any more, so Qiao Annian wiped them casually with a wet tissue on his hand and finished.

When Qiao Annian threw the tissue, you turned your head, and the child who was sitting next to him just now disappeared.

He turned his head, and in front of the kitchen locker, he saw the child rummaging through the medicine box.

Qiao Annian walked over and asked nervously, "Baby, where did you get hurt again?"

In He Nanlou's hand, there was an extra tube of ointment.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, dipped some ointment on his fingertips, and wiped it on Joannian's lips.

Qiao Annian instinctively ducked her head back, staring at the transparent ointment in He Nanlou's hand defensively: "What is this?"

He Nanlou: "Ointment, anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving."

Qiao Annian was worried, so he sniffed it closely, afraid that it would taste too strong like the medicinal wine last time.

Not to mention, this ointment actually smells good, with a faint smell of rose water.

He Nanlou: "Can you take the medicine?"

Qiao Annian stood still, did not move this time, and cooperated with the medicine on the ground.

He Nanlou raised his hand again, sticking the ointment-stained fingertips to Qiao Annian's lips, and lightly tapped his wound.

The child lowered his eyes, and Qiao Annian only felt that the child's concentration was very charming, especially the eyelashes, which were long and curled up, like two small fans...

Qiao Annian bit her lip unconsciously.

He Nanlou's fingertips that were not stained with ointment pressed between his lips, "Don't bite."

Teeth get stained with ointment.

When Qiao Annian heard the word "Don't bite", she didn't know what was going on, her brain twitched, and she opened her mouth to enclose He Nanlou's fingertips.