He seemed to use all his strength, moaning in pain.

This dream-like murmur, my heart thrashed violently, I knew he was not awake, this was a light call in a dream, right?

What would it be like? What kind of people are there?

"Qichen, Qichen?" I called him, but I couldn't wake him up.

By the light, I could see that his forehead was covered with fine sweat at some point, and a strong smell of wine came to his nose.

I suddenly remembered that in the afternoon, Xiao Pepper said that he and Liang Haoran would accompany him and Liang Haoran to socialize, maybe they drank it at dinner, but why did they drink like this, wouldn't their stomach be uncomfortable?

Looking at the eyebrows that gradually frowned, it was a good interpretation of his state at the moment.

After Yi's house was acquired, he converted the office into a living room, and Pepper told me that he almost made a home here.

It took a lot of effort to get him to bed, and I was sweating.

Take off his shoes and tuck the corners of the quilt.

He got up and went into the bathroom, wrung a hot towel to wipe the sweat from his cheeks.

Under the slightly open shirt collar, the chest rises and falls regularly, and the texture is distinct.

A thin silver chain on the neck and shoulders, the end of which extends into the neckline, and it is impossible to see what it is.

Maybe it was because he was more comfortable lying down after wiping, and by the faint light from the bathroom, I saw that his slowly unfolding eyebrows were like a child's crossbow at the corners of his lips.

In fact, he looks extremely handsome when his eyebrows and eyes are stretched, with thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, thin and moderate lips, and deep eyes, which are as beautiful as coming out of a painting. And his smile, his eyebrows and eyes are crooked, warm and healing. It's just that I never saw it again.

For a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off.

I greedily made excuses for myself to stay, drunk people need to be taken care of, such as vomiting and thirsty.

When sensibility finally prevailed over reason, I sat down on the couch in the corner.

However, the people on the bed, except for turning over a few times, did not behave like those drunks on TV.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the morning that I was woken up by the faint sound of the alarm clock, I stood up, stretched my numb body, took a deep look at the person on the bed, closed the door, and reluctantly left.

No matter how good the stolen time is, the deadline has come.

It's a cool morning in early November, and the sky is about to dawn, and the whole city hasn't yet woken up. The streets have been swept clean by sanitation workers, and small traders are shuttling through the streets of the city.

A new day has begun.

I went home and made up for more than two hours of sleep, and after washing, the person in the mirror had very heavy dark circles under his eyes, put on light makeup, and then took a taxi to the company.

The computer has rendered the picture drawn last night, checked that there is no problem, printed it, and went to Liang Haoran with the plan.

"Mr. Liang, the design plan has been made, please take a look, if there is no problem, I will make an appointment with the owner in the afternoon!"

"Okay, you put it on the table first, I'll give you advice after reading it!"

I walked in and put the documents on the desk, and then I saw Gu Qichen on the sofa behind Liang, dressed in a brand-new gray suit, a proper white shirt, meticulously combed hair, and there was no trace of hangover on his body.

I lowered my tone and asked, "Mr. Gu is early!"

As I expected, no one responded.

"Xu Nian, did you work overtime late at night last night?"

Liang Haoran looked at me curiously with a coffee cup, handed me the cup casually, and turned around to bring two other cups, one of which was handed to Gu Qichen.

Uh, what's the problem?

It is common for the design department to work overtime, even if Liang Haoran asked everyone to leave work early and go back to rest yesterday, there are still a few colleagues who finish the work at hand before leaving.

I was indeed the last to leave, but I wouldn't be asked by him. Hard?