The encounter between Zhou Xuan and Ye Zhiyuan was actually very bloody, what kind of hero saved the beauty, and the scene of love at first sight made him meet.

It's just that fairy tales are fairy tales, and the truth of things is often much more cruel. The prince and the prince were destined to have no chance, although he once gave him a back, but it was not an illusion?

Maybe he was stupidly clutching the corner of his clothes, but he was still in the princess's arms.

Zhou Xuan pursed his lips and shook off the messy thoughts in his heart. Biting into the potato chips made a loud noise, and the potato chip residue fell to the ground. He glared blankly at the messy snack bag on the floor, and snapped louder. I don't know who I'm gambling with.

When Zhou Xuan fell asleep in a daze and woke up again, there was a gloomy person sitting next to him.

"Rub! You want to scare people to death! His eyes widened, and his face turned a little pale.

"Mr. Zhou." The man stroked the corners of his somewhat wrinkled clothes, his back straightened, and then said solemnly: "It's good that you're awake." The boss told me to take you to the doctor. Please pack up and follow me to the hospital. ”

"Why didn't he come back on his own?"

"The boss is still socializing." The visitor frowned impatiently, raised his watch and looked at it, "Please hurry." ”

"I'm not going." Zhou Xuan threw the potato chips on the coffee table, and his face had become very ugly.

To be honest, he hated this man, both hypocritical and contrived. has a face all the year round, and every time I see him, his face becomes very brilliant. It's as if I can't stand it like I've seen a piece of, but I still pretend to be humble and use your words. It's disgusting!

"Please don't make it difficult for me."

Zhou Xuan raised his eyebrows, but still resisted the urge to be rude, but bit hard word by word: "I just found out that my fever has been cured, so I don't need to trouble you, Secretary Li." ”

Secretary Li looked at him scrutinically for a while, then suddenly stood up, leaned down and reached out to reach out to his forehead. Zhou Xuan was taken aback, he wanted to retreat but had no way to retreat, and when he was about to scold, a cold hand was on his forehead.

It was really cold, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but shiver, and before he could look at the man's expression under the lens, the hand left.

"It's really not burning." Secretary Li stood up, the lenses reflected white light, and his face was as secretive as a deep face. After a while, he bowed his head slightly and said calmly: "Since you are fine, then I will go back first." ”

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The door slammed shut, and the room became quiet again. Zhou Xuan sat quietly for a while, and then suddenly scratched his head in annoyance, wishing that time would go back to before the call.

Sure enough, it was because the pain was too bad before, so he was fragile enough to make that phone call to Ye Zhiyuan. With a sassy voice, now that I think about it, it makes people feel creepy.

Trembling, Zhou Xuan held back the inexplicable sense of disappointment in his heart, walked back to the room, and got into the quilt.

It's warm in the bed, and it's perfect for sleeping. It's just that he has slept for too long, and his mind is very clear. Maybe he won't be back tonight? Zhou Xuan thought blankly, and was extremely irritated by the ticking sound of the clock on the wall.

When Ye Zhiyuan came back, he almost tripped over something on the ground. I set it, only to find out that it was a clock with a dismantled battery, and the time was still stuck at 2:40. There was a small arch curled up on the double bed, remembering the secretary's calm words, Ye Zhiyuan's eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character, and turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

There was a very obvious large area of kiss marks on his chest, Ye Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, put on his nightgown with complicated eyes, and then dried his hair and lay down in the quilt. Probably sensing Ye Zhiyuan's approach, Zhou Xuan snorted and nestled into his arms. The soft hair rubbed softly against his chest before it quieted down.

"It stinks!"

Ye Zhiyuan was stunned: "I've taken a bath." ”

"It still stinks!" Zhou Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and sat down on his stomach, his eyes full of fierce light. He tore off his clothes, stretched out his little hand and poked him on the chest, not knowing what to count, for a long time, before finally evoking a smile that was almost invisible, and put his face on his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"You have to take care of it!"

Ye Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows. Pulling his hair and raising his head, he said with a dark expression: "Little guy, did I tell you that because of your deliberate "painting", I almost couldn't see anyone. ”

"Who cares about you!" After a while, he added sourly: "Your figure makes your female partner disgusting?" ”

"Zhou Xuan." Ye Zhiyuan shouted lightly, his stubborn face was printed in his gloomy eyes, and he said lightly after a long while: "I'm sleepy." ”

Zhou Xuan clenched his fists, looked at the small circle of dark cyan under the man's eyes, and silently climbed to the side with his back to the man. The room was dark, and for a long time, I felt the man's hand on his waist, tightened, and tightened. Zhou Xuan exhaled slightly, and his stiff body softened.