Night Star was not very drunk, and he only felt that something hard and hard was against him just now, which was quite uncomfortable, so he muttered in a low voice.

Who knows, Gu Yichen's reaction was so big, and he pushed her!

Night Star pouted, raised his head dissatisfiedly, and wanted to complain, but saw Gu Yichen's whole person sitting there stiffly, his eyebrows frowning tightly, and his perfectly curved chin was also firmly tense.

It seems that it is extraordinarily tense and extraordinarily helpless.

"Little uncle......" Night Star Yao touched his hand: "Why are your hands so hot?" ”

Gu Yichen retracted his hand suddenly: "It's nothing, it's a little stuffy." ”

As he spoke, he pressed the lathe.

The night wind blew, blowing away the heat that had been suppressed on his body and heart, but Ye Xingyao sneezed and unconsciously curled up beside Gu Yichen.

Gu Yichen hurriedly closed the lathe, untied the coat wrapped around her head, and covered her body.

Raised his hand and stroked her eyes, his voice was exceptionally low: "Close your eyes and sleep." ”

"Oh......" Night Star Haruka rarely didn't talk back, and his head rested on his lap.

Half a minute later, she quietly opened her eyes and looked at Gu Yichen, and saw that he was slightly tilted his head, his gaze was quiet and long, and the neon on the side of the road was reflected in his pupils, with layers of unpredictable ripples.

…………

And on the other side, in the old house of the Gu family.

As soon as Sheng Yan got out of the car, he saw Alan waiting at the door.

Alan said politely: "Sheng Shao, please come to the study with me." ”

Sheng Yanzheng wondered, in the middle of the night, what was Gu Yichen so anxious about, he had to go all the way to the world, would he go to Huanyu tomorrow?

As a result, when he arrived at the study, he didn't see Gu Yichen's shadow, only Alan took a scroll of paintings from the desk and handed it to Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan opened it and saw that it was an ancient picture of a lady, quite beautiful, but it was not from the hand of a famous artist.

He wondered, "What does this mean?" ”

Alan replied respectfully: "My boss said, the last time you saw this painting in the study, you said that you liked it very much, and the boss missed you and his brother for so many years, so he couldn't bear to cut his love and gave you this painting." ”

"......" Sheng Yan was depressed, why didn't he remember that he had seen this painting? Also, even if he likes it, he needs to go all the way? Still many years brothers? Is it enough for him to pay for fuel back and forth?

"That's it?"

"Hmm."

"Is this a big deal?"

"Hmm."

"I'll go to his ......" Sheng Yan just wanted to burst into foul language, Alan said: "Our boss said, whether you come or not to do it yourself, he doesn't have to ask you to come." ”

"......" Sheng Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, he couldn't wait to come over?

All right! Who knows which of Gu Yichen's tendons is wrong and fools him to play?

Sheng Yan hugged the painting and complained about Gu Yichen while going downstairs.

Outcome...... In the courtyard of the old mansion, his deafening roar suddenly sounded.

"Which one kills a thousand knives! Actually poked my tires! Your uncle, and poke four at a time! ”

"I'm going back!"

…………

When Night Star woke up, it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning of the next day.

I looked at the surroundings and it turned out to be a hotel room.

Although I was drunk last night, I also had some residual memory fragments.

She was brought back by Gu Yichen on her shoulder, and she seemed to vomit on him, and she was still pestering him in the car to sing, singing "scum, scum......"