Feng Qi has rarely been drunk in recent years, the company is getting bigger and bigger, fewer and fewer people dare to drink him, and his own alcohol consumption is getting better and better.

Drunk tonight, I poured it myself.

The woman who has not seen her for a long time is holding her husband, gentle and lovely, smiling and smiling, the tall man has always protected her in his arms, and when he saw her lifting the red wine glass, he frowned, changed the milk and told the waiter to be warm.

I was holding on to the roadside street tree and vomiting for a while, feeling that my internal organs were vomiting and rolling, and my thoughts drifted farther and farther, and the driver was half-supported and half-dragged when I walked.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, the community was quiet, only the pale white street lights were on, the driver supported Feng Qi out of the elevator, a slight wind rushed over, Feng Qi's eyes were hidden in a black light, he was already drunk, frowning but still domineering.

The driver rang the doorbell and felt a little worried, but there was no better choice now.

There was a slight noise in the room, and the soft human voice was hoarse, "Here we are." ”

Asleep, woken up, but angry.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, the driver looks at the security door, the cat's eye is opened first, and the warm lights in the room rush out, sticking to the clothes as if to bring a piece of heat.

Qingruo opened the door, there was some fog in his eyes, his hair was loose in the back, he was wearing pajamas, with a shawl, he was obviously surprised to see Feng Qi, who was half-leaning on the driver, and his voice was not loud, "Mr. Feng?" ”

Feng Qi half-squinted, and he only had the momentum to bluff people, but he couldn't answer. The driver smiled, followed Feng Qi for several years, and naturally the corners of his mouth were neat, "I'm sorry, Miss Song, Mr. Feng drank some wine, it's inconvenient for you?" ”

In fact, it's really polite, Qingruo won't refuse, her address number, photo, was handed over by her agent to Feng Qi's assistant, to put it bluntly, it's just some transaction ingredients, Feng Qi is too much of a rush, this driver just wants to send him to the nearest place, and before today's dinner, Feng Qi handed the card with her address to the driver in the car, the meaning is self-evident.

It's just that I didn't expect Feng Qi to meet An Qi tonight and get drunk, probably the assistant hasn't contacted Qingruo yet.

Qingruo nodded, and completed the handover ceremony and helped Feng Qi over.

Feng Qi is worthy of the name of his scourge in the past few years, he is already drunk, leaned on Qingruo's shoulder and took two breaths, the curvature of the corner of his mouth is evil and provocative, "It's so fragrant~"

The driver was still standing at the door, so he didn't hear it, and he was about to turn around and leave without looking, but Qingruo opened his mouth first, "I'm sorry for you, go slowly." ”

The driver looked at her sideways, holding Feng Qi's body a little hard, and his smile was extremely gentle and beautiful under the light. He nodded and turned to leave.

Feng Qi thought that he would have a headache after a hangover, or a series of discomforts, not to mention that he was really drunk last night and didn't realize it at all.

I blinked but didn't feel a headache, I took two breaths, there was a very light magnolia smell in the air, it was very comfortable and clean.

After adjusting to the light, Feng Qi opened his eyes and sat up.

It is a strange scene, with a light wood-colored wardrobe on the left, with a few towels hanging on it, and a floor-to-ceiling window on the right, and now the curtains are drawn, and the light is just right between light and dark.

In the corner of the bed was a small desk.

Unlike the hotel, although the layout is very similar, but more like the feeling of a guest room at home, the hotel can make people feel strange at the touch, and here, the strange is just an object, but the atmosphere is relaxing.

It's rare that he doesn't want to use his brain, Feng Qi leaned lazily on the head of the bed, squinting his eyes sideways, and the sunlight through the curtains and then on him was already very gentle and comfortable.

The clothes on his body were not his shirt, they were soft, but a little short, and his own suit pants were still worn on the lower half of his body, and the hand-made suit pants had been stained around his legs after a night of sleep.

Feng Qi didn't feel embarrassed, he was too lazy to lift the quilt and get up, there were slippers next to the bed, which looked new, light blue, with a little flowers on them, Feng Qi put it on for a while, half of his heels were outside, and he pulled the corners of his mouth inexplicably. The socks on his feet were gone, Feng Qi didn't like to step on the floor barefoot, not to mention that he didn't know where it was now, so he had to squeeze forward as if comforting himself.

The room was not big, there was no bathroom, and Feng Qi didn't see the mirror, so he flicked his hair and opened the light wood-colored room door.

The door of the room is facing the living room, the living room is not big, but the layout is very warm, the table is covered with a European-style tablecloth, with flower pots and fruit baskets on it, and a small box, Feng Qi glanced at it, and smiled inexplicably, inside was his mobile phone and the things in the pocket of his suit last night.

There are also some plush dolls and cushions on the sofa, and there is a bookshelf next to it, and the books are a little messy, but it makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.

Feng Qi walked to the living room and looked around, there was a cartoon frame clock hanging on the wall, it was already past eleven o'clock.

There was a sound in the kitchen.

Feng Qi tugged at the corners of his mouth, thinking back to last night in his mind, and he really couldn't remember which beauty's house he was in now, but he was a little surprised to fall asleep alone in the morning.

On the way to the kitchen, I turned my head and saw the balcony, the living room is not big, the balcony is not small, there is a small table and soft chairs planted with flowers on one side, and there is a drying rack on the other hand, sprinkled with sunshine in the wind with his black suit, white shirt, and two white socks clamped by wooden clips.

The picture is inexplicably a little joyful and warm.

Feng Qi was stunned, and someone at the kitchen door had already spoken, "Mr. Feng is awake?" ”

Feng Qi turned his head to look over, smiled gently, and turned around in his mind, like the little star handed over by the assistant two days ago, what is it called?

"Hmm. Woke up. ”

Qingruo smiled faintly, put the things in his hand on the dining table, and didn't ask him if he slept well, just pointed to the location of the bathroom, "That's the washroom." ”

She wore an apron with the logo of the mall printed on it, as if it was a gift for an event, and wore a white knit sweater underneath, her hair loosely tied back, and light-colored jeans.

Probably with or without makeup? Feng Qi looked at her almost plain white cheeks and thought uncertainly.

Nodding his head, he walked in the direction of her finger.

There are new towels, new toothbrushes, and even the mouthwash cups are new on the washstand, Feng Qi looked down at the cotton T-shirt on his body while brushing his teeth, and felt that this guy was quite interesting and could be raised for a while to play.

Mr. Feng who came out of the bathroom was so handsome that everyone was angry, there were things to take care of his hair on the washstand, but in other people's homes, Feng Qi didn't have the habit of using things used by others, his hair was just casually brushed with his hands, and he was wearing a short T-shirt on his body, which made him less than two points of his usual coldness, and his hair was soft and approachable.

The meal has been served, Qingruo is standing at the table and arranging chopsticks, and when he bends down slightly, the hair in the back will swing to the front, and he will have a strand or two over there, as if he had made a deliberate hairstyle.

Qingruo pulled out a chair for Feng Qi, he had a cup of hot soy milk in his hand, and the dishes on the table were all light vegetables, and even corn porridge was in front of him.

He probably knew why he was so drunk last night and didn't feel unwell this morning, and he didn't know if he vomited last night.

Feng Qi picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, waiting for her to invite credit, but he was in a really good mood this morning, even if he asked for a movie heroine with a big investment, he was willing to give it.

Feng Qi tilted his head and looked at her twice, well, it was really without makeup, it didn't look like he had used a knife, his facial features were exquisite, his skin was very white, and he had a pair of eyes, which were big and bright, and he could speak.

Feeling his gaze, Qingruo raised his head and tilted his head a little suspiciously, "Huh? ”

Yes, can talk.

Feng Qi hooked the corners of his mouth, such a person has not been popular in the entertainment industry for five years, and he can only say that he is unlucky or has committed a crime, so now is it time to prepare and work hard?

"Do you like movies or TV series?" Feng Qi spoke directly, and his tone was quite gentle.

"Movie." Qingruo did not hesitate.

Feng Qi is no exception, the income from TV series and movies is not at the same level at all.

"The filming time is short, and I can't come back for a long time when the TV series is going to shoot in other places." Qingruo followed the explanation, and seeing that he completely ignored the plate of bitter gourd in his hand, he turned his hand and pushed it in front of him with the back of his hand.

Feng Qi naturally saw her small movements, but pretended not to see it, but he didn't expect her to give such a reason seriously, and his tone was smiling, "It's not bad to love home." ”

Although there is no discomfort after a hangover, but the appetite is not very good, it is rare that the corn porridge is boiled just right, soft and slightly sweet, Feng Qi actually drank two bowls to support a little bit.

The mobile phone was turned off and muted, Feng Qi was sitting in the living room calling his assistant, and Qingruo was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Feng Qi sat on the sofa with a big swing, his long legs raised and placed on the table casually, looking at the blue women's slippers dangling on it, he felt funny, it was rare to pay not for a bed activity but a meal.

Chu Yang had already learned from the driver that he was drunk last night and was now in the beauty den, and when he called at this time, he should have just woken up. "Mr. Feng, should the meeting at half past two be postponed?"

"No, be on time, bring a suit of clothes to pick me up."

His voice was full of vitality and looked at the leisurely man who was full of food, Chu Yang was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded, "Okay." ”

Qingruo washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen, the apron had been removed, and there was hand cream on the cabinet next to the living room, Qingruo unscrewed the lid and naturally asked Feng Qi, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, "Why don't you turn on the TV?" ”

Feng Qi turned his head to look at her, his two slender and slender hands overlapped each other, and the picture of ten fingers going back and forth was very beautiful, "You can open it, watch the news for an afternoon." ”

"Hmm." Qingruo nodded, walked over and turned on the TV, tuned to the news channel and sat on the sofa on the side.

Feng Qi watched the noon news, Qingruo propped one elbow on the sofa, his palm dragged his chin and tilted his head to get sleepy, he was called up at that time last night, and then boiled hangover soup for him, freshened up and changed his clothes, and then he was afraid that he would have a headache this morning and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his acupuncture points for half an hour, and he didn't fall asleep until four o'clock in the morning.

Feng Qi glanced at her, wondering when she was going to ask for something, or give her some sweetness to taste first.

**

A movie heroine,

One room, one meal.

The deal seems to be a loss for me.

- [Black Box]