Three or two thousand losers, FY did what he said.

This group of friends who have met a few times are very good at chatting, and after chatting all night, FY inevitably drank a little wine when chatting with them, and finally came home a little dizzy.

Fu Xin was full of black lines: "Don't tell me that you often spoil his body like this!" ”

"Nope." FY immediately raised his hands in surrender, "This is the first time, really. ”

He was so drunk that his steps were a little weak, and his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't help but close.

By the time Fu Xin helped him back to the room, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep directly on the bed.

The sound of the door opening woke up Fan's mother in the next room, and as soon as she walked in, she saw the two staying together for most of the night, so shocked that she couldn't speak, and she didn't know whether to ask something or leave for a while.

Fortunately, Fu Xin was also embarrassed, and quickly opened his mouth to explain first: "He went out to drink some wine with his friends, and now he is a little drunk, but he has fallen asleep, so there should be no problem." ”

Shen Geng came home in the middle of the night and was found by his mother, and the two of them happened to be in the room, and nothing embarrassed her more than that.

"Oh, oh." Fan's mother was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking, "He still has many friends?" ”

She thought that Fan Yi had long been out of touch with society in the past few years, she felt sorry for him and felt that it was the hurt caused by family changes, but she was at a loss.

Fu Xin smiled: "Well, you don't have to worry too much about him, everything will be fine." ”

At this point, Fan's mother's hanging heart seemed to be relaxed, she breathed a sigh of relief, and sincerely thanked Fu Xin: "It's really troublesome for you, you should go to bed early." ”

"Okay."

Fu Xin nodded.

Fan's mother went out and closed the door.

Fu Xin suddenly remembered that Fan Yi's diary was still in her room, and it looked like she was peeping on others, wouldn't it be good?

Out of conscience, she tiptoed back to the room, and after taking the diary in her hand, she returned to Fan Yi's room and put the notebook on his desk, thinking that this would not make him misunderstand too much, at least he knew that FY did it.

Who knows, the moment she turned around, she suddenly met Fan Yi's eyes.

His eyes were a little misty, a little drunk, but the indifferent look seemed to be a little sober.

He pursed his lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?" ”

It's Fan Yi.

Fu Xin guessed like this, careful that his liver was pounding, he was so frightened that he couldn't say anything, and experienced this person's dual personality twice in one night: "Three o'clock in the morning." ”

"Oh." He nodded thoughtfully, "It's so late." ”

The next second, he looked up at Fu Xin again and asked, "What are you doing in my room so late?" ”

Before Fu Xin could answer, he took it upon himself to answer: "Say, covet my beauty or my body?"

Fu Xin: "??? "I'm afraid I'm not drunk and stupid.

She began to suspect that the person in front of her was FY and Fan Yi, but this indifferent look clearly said that he was Fan Yi.

Fan Yi would actually say such nonsense.

Fu Xin stepped forward, stroked his forehead, and after making sure that he didn't have a fever, he patted his cheek again, it was a little hot, it seemed that the strength of the wine had not passed.

She looked at him magnanimously with loving eyes and said to him, "Son, it is time for you to sleep, you are drunk. ”

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Nope."

Fu Xin raised his eyebrows, looking at the stubborn appearance of the silly child, he couldn't help laughing: "That's okay, whatever you want, you can continue to lie back when you are sleepy for a while, stay up all night and hurt yourself." ”

She turned, but his wrist was grabbed.

In the next second, she was gently dragged to her side by him, very close to her embrace, and a faint smell of wine penetrated into her nose.

Fu Xin's heart jumped.

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