He Chuan threw the person in the back seat, Shen Zhiheng smashed his mouth, and raised his hand: "Drink, continue to drink, no one is allowed to cowardice." ”

He Chuan tied people to the seats a few times, and lowered the window by the way, knowing that this little kid is a little famous, and it is also a trouble to be photographed drunk.

"I have a little donkey that I never ride...... Lalala, lalala, sheriff black cat, I'm a cat happy star cat, meow meow. ”

Shen Zhiheng was obviously in a state of drunken madness, and He Chuan was forced to listen to one skewered nursery rhyme after another.

But it cannot be denied that Shen Zhiheng is God giving him this bowl of rice to eat, even if he is drunk, he still has eight or nine points when he sings.

"I'm a super star, my friend in the front row, right?" He Chuan didn't know what the password of Shen Zhiheng's house was, so he had to bring people to his house, and the person with one arm still on his shoulder suddenly hooked himself closer.

The smell of alcohol sprayed on his ears, and before he could push the person away, he was deafened by the superstar.

"Hechuan." Shen Zhiheng reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced at the well-wisher who brought him home.

"Something?" He Chuan tried hard to suppress the idea of killing the person in front of him.

"I think you're pretty good-looking." Shen Zhiheng smiled, like a golden retriever.

He Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then heard the person in front of him continue: "Although you have a bad temper, but you are not bad, Hiccup, I like you a lot, really." ”

He Chuan listened to such a "heartfelt word", but added a blanket to the person who couldn't carry it away from the sofa.

Because he brought Shen Zhiheng, a drunk, back, he had another thin layer of sweat, went to take another shower with a cold face, and barely lay on the bed before one o'clock in the morning.

Brat.

Shen Zhiheng woke up early in the morning, a little dazed in a completely unfamiliar environment, but after a while, he remembered the fucking call he made yesterday.

The head still hurt a little, but it was not as exaggerated as before, and Shen Zhiheng saw that there was only a shallow layer of tea bottom on the table.

Looking around, the decoration style of the house turned out to be unexpectedly warm, mainly warm colors, dolls are messily placed, the velvet carpet is almost the entire living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows are open with a slit, the cool wind blows through, the pothos that grows pleasing to the morning breeze sways slightly, and there is an open book on the hanging chair on the balcony.

In short, it is in great contrast with HCA's usual cold and indifferent style.

The peculiar contrast is cute, which unexpectedly hits Shen Zhiheng's appetite.

Hechuan was a little irritable when he smelled the smell of oil smoke.

Last night's dream was full of someone's lingering singing and full of wine.

Murderously walked out of the room, a little confused that this was actually in his own home and not in the studio.

The person who ......was about to go to the kitchen to serve porridge and then called for dinner saw the door open and took the initiative to say hello.

The next moment, a fist smashed head-on.

Thanks to Shen Zhiheng's quick reaction, and after Hechuan didn't wake up and regained his strength, this punch failed.

He Chuan closed his eyes and said impatiently: "Next time, disturb people's dreams so early, and deduct the bonus." ”

Shen Zhiheng looked at He Chuan, who was so characteristic, and laughed, people who usually always had a cold face, but now their faces were impatient, their hair was messy, and with a sense of beauty, they slept in gray pajamas and slept out of order.

Looking down, this person didn't even want to wear shoes, his feet just fell on the carpet, and his ankles were beautiful, Shen Zhiheng thought so.