Rival says he loves me

"Where are you?"

"Bed."

Wu Wei's tone was full of jokes, and he was rarely lecherous.

Fang Gayao's tone was not very relaxed, because he didn't hear anyone around Wu Wei, so he guessed that he should have come out by himself.

I don't know what's going on with him now, I'm afraid that something will happen to him, and no one is watching, so I continue to ask him,

"Where's Vanke? Isn't he by your side?"

"Who is Vanke?" Wu Wei still had the same tone.

"Don't make trouble, seriously, where are you?"

"Are you worried about me?"

"..."

Fang Jiayao didn't know how to respond to these words, his body was completely soaked at the moment, steam was rising from the neckline, and he hoarse, "I'm worried about you."

After finishing speaking, WeChat "ding".

Wu Wei sent an address.

Two streets away from where he was, Fang Jiayao walked all the way, sweat covered his body again.

When Fang Jiayao reached the door, Wu Wei was reclining on an oversized printed single bed, a private room next to the bar for guests to rest.

The smell of cigarettes inside was very strong, and the shreds of tobacco that had remained hadn't been cleared away. It looked green from the smoke. Wu Wei lay face down and didn't move, and everyone outside had left.

Looking at Wu Wei is really lonely.

On the way here, Vanke said that there were more than a dozen people at that time, seven or eight of them lay down just because Wu Wei was drinking, and the remaining few who could drink had to last for another half an hour to die.

Wu Wei's drinking is obviously to vent. Vanke knows that he is different from others when he follows Wu Wei. In the end, there is only Master Wei left.

Others do not recognize Wei Ye, at least this is Vanke's own understanding, he is not blind, Wei Ye is blatantly doing special things to others and brother Yao.

Therefore, in the end, Vanke didn't know who could move the god Wei Ye except Fang Jiayao.

"Wu Wei." Fang Jiayao called out, and stood at the door before going over, "Come home with me."

Fang Jiayao's voice was muffled and a little hoarse. He walked all the way from Dongke University, sweating all over, and was so hot that he didn't pass.

After the cry, Wu Wei on the bed didn't move.

It was hard for Fang Jiayao to think that Wu Wei would get drunk. Fang Jiayao had observed it in the bar before. Even if Wu Wei drank strong alcohol as water, his eyes were never messed up. No, he drank.

It was such a person, and now Shen was lying on the bed and did not speak.

The smoke in the room cleared, and the real, real Wu Wei was born in the vanity.

Just one person.

Fang Jiayao was in a hurry when he came here, he only wore a shirt and jeans, his hair was not dry, and now he felt very wet, "I'm going home," Fang Jiayao rubbed his fingers on the edge of the bed and walked slowly forward. On his shoulder, Wu Wei still didn't respond.

Hot fingertips.

Fang Jiayao has always been familiar with this temperature, but today is an exception. He didn't think it was an exaggeration to say that Wu Wei's palm burned people a few times.

"Wu Wei?" Fang Jiayao slowly turned him over, put his hand on Wu Wei's neck, and called him softly.

"I thought you weren't coming?" Wu Wei seemed to have just woken up, sitting on the crumpled bed, turning his face to look at Fang Jiayao, "How does Senior Fang plan to send me back?" Wu Wei pointed to his leg , "It can't go back."

"Go to the hospital first." Fang Jiayao was already sure that Wu Wei had a fever now, and when he touched his palm, it was hotter than during the day.

In fact, he should have noticed it earlier. It rained all night and played violently during the day, which was exhausting.

"You said to go home just now," Wu Wei braced himself, took half of his leather jacket off his shoulders, and went to the bedside to find a drink, "I'm going home."

"Go to the hospital first and then go home." Fang Jiayao also felt for the first time that Wu Wei was really drunk, or in a coma, and what he said was illogical and paranoid, far from his usual serious look, so he didn't plan. Break up with him, and simply follow him to coax him back.

Now that the time is past midnight, most of the doctors in the hospital are people of the same age who are on the night shift. They are inexperienced and may not be able to see them correctly.

Fang Jiayao thought, Wu Wei is not so clear now, most of what he said now will be forgotten tomorrow, and he didn't care about anything, he picked up something nice and said what he liked.

"Put on your clothes, and I'll take you away," Fang Jiayao patiently knelt on the ground, his face level with Wu Wei's, and his voice softened a lot, "I'll take you away, okay?"

"I want to smoke." Wu Wei sat on the ground without a straight face, and heard the rascal say, "But I quit, I just watch you smoke one, and then go." Wu Wei's mouth was dry, and the fire in his throat burst into flames. Adam's apple, if I say a word more, it feels like a razor is scraping, "Just one, let's go."

Fang Jiayao slightly moved his numb knees, and because the space was stuffy, he specially rolled up half of his sleeves, exposing his forearms, and asked, "Where is your cigarette?"

He was in a hurry on the road, and he didn't bring anything with him except his mobile phone.

"I put it in my pocket, feel it myself." Wu Wei spread out his hand to make room for Fang Jiayao's hand, "The brand hasn't changed, you like it."

"Didn't you quit, and still wear it all the time?" Wu Wei was wearing gray trousers, the pockets were tight and close to the body, and when Fang Jiayao put his fingers in, he could barely catch the corners of the square box.

"Because you like it." Wu Wei lowered his head, no emotion could be heard in his nasal voice, "You friend, I love you."

The room was winding again, Wu Wei stretched his collar a little wider, the fireworks in the room were multiplied by heat, and Wu Wei began to tremble uncontrollably.

It's cold inside and hot on the skin.

In addition to the slightly bitter tobacco, the air was also mixed with the unique fragrance of Fang Jiayao's hair. The hair on his forehead was a little messy. Wu Wei couldn't help but reached out and tapped his forehead, "Are you tired of looking for me?"

Fang Jiayao propped his arms on the edge of Wu Wei's bed, holding a slender cigarette and shaking the ashes into the glass jar, "I owe you."

Wu Wei turned his head away and didn't speak.

Fang Jiayao is too clear about everything.

Wu Wei's breathing was heavy, his abdomen rose and fell according to his breath, the white folds inside the suit were opened and closed repeatedly, and the smoke climbed to the depths along the seams.

The atmosphere was very quiet, neither of them spoke, only the soft sound of Fang Jiayao taking a breath between smoking.

Waiting for Fang Jiayao to shake off the last piece of soot, Wu Wei turned his face and said, "Today is my birthday."

Fang Jiayao was taken aback for a while, and then said, "Happy birthday," and then felt that the blessing was shabby, so he asked him, "Do you want a cake?"

Wu Wei nodded, and added casually, "The kind you want to put candles in, like this." After Wu Wei finished speaking, he squeezed another cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in Fang Jiayao's mouth,

"This is how birthdays are celebrated and cakes are eaten like this."

Then there was a crisp sound, and the smoke lit up again, "Insert the candle like this."