When Pei Chu woke up, he was still a little stunned.

The vision was blurry, and it took a long time to see the scene in front of me.

The bedroom window was not closed, the wind blew the thick blue curtains, and the clear moonlight poured on the ground.

Pei Chu lifted the quilt and sat up, rubbing his head with his palm, his eyes were worried. When the grossness he had woken up had passed, he glanced at the alarm clock at the bedside.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

After playing ball with Jiang Xun in the afternoon, he skipped class and returned to the Mo family's villa, and has slept until now. Speaking of which, I didn't even eat dinner.

There was a slight feeling of hunger in his stomach, and he got up and went downstairs to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

This is a small villa of the Mo family, not this family, there are not many maids, there will only be one Aunt Chen on weekdays to stay overnight, it just so happens that Aunt Chen has something to ask for leave tonight, and there is no one at home in the whole villa.

He himself thinks it's nothing, and he's not used to being served by others.

I took out the bread and milk from the refrigerator, and I didn't bother to heat it, so I was going to eat it and go back to sleep.

Just then, the door lock rang, and a drunken figure shook in.

Mo Sheng came back a little late, came out of Boyu in the afternoon, went out to socialize with the people in the business field in the evening, drank a little too much, returned home with a drunken body, and saw a figure standing at the door of the kitchen as soon as he opened the door.

Because he was drunk and couldn't see clearly, he only subconsciously shouted: "Aunt Chen, pour me a glass of water." ”

Pei Chu came out with milk at the kitchen door, and watched Mo Sheng walk towards the sofa step by step.

Pei Chu didn't plan to take care of it, and was about to go upstairs with the milk, and then he heard a loud noise, and the drunken man tripped before he could reach the sofa, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Pei Chu: "......"

Pei Chu turned his head in surprise.

How much is this drunk?

The man in my impression is always noble and arrogant, just like a benchmark for an elite child, who has never shown his embarrassment in front of anyone, let alone in front of his younger brother Mo Huo, who has never looked down on him.

If you wake up, I'm afraid you'll have to kill people.

Pei Chu chuckled, Mo Sheng over there fell a little painfully, frowned and shouted Aunt Chen again, obviously forgetting that the other party asked for leave to go home this morning.

His shout after shout finally held Pei Chu's footsteps, and he didn't plan to meddle in his own affairs, but he came down from the halfway stairs.

Aunt Chen is not here tonight, and Mo's father and mother don't go back to this villa often, if they don't care about him tonight, it is estimated that this person will have to lie on the floor for the night.

Pei Chu is not a good person, but he is not so drunk that he will turn a blind eye to a drunk man who is drunk into a puddle of mud.

Anyway, get people on the couch.

The tall man curled up on the floor, his brows furrowed, and the suit that had always been straight in the past was a little wrinkled at this time, missing the awe-inspiring ascetic temperament of the day, but adding a little charm that evoked reverie.

Pei Chu didn't think too much, walked to the man's side, bent down, and threw the person on the sofa.

The man snorted when he threw it, but he still didn't forget to open his mouth and ask: "Aunt Chen, pour me a glass of water." ”

Pei Chu looked at him with closed eyes, thinking that he really regarded himself as a servant, but when he saw the other party frowning and looking uncomfortable, he was silent for a while, and finally sighed, and handed the milk he put on the table to the man.

"Just a glass of cold milk, make do with yourself."

The man loosened his brow, didn't say anything, took the milk and drank it.

But I don't know if it was pushed to the stomach when Pei Chu carried it just now, he didn't finish a glass of milk, he felt a whole churn in his stomach, and he opened his mouth and spit it out.

Pei Chu: "......!"

The man smelled of alcohol, opened his mouth and vomited for the first time, and then he couldn't help but vomit again, and the expensive suit was ruined and had no image at all.

He estimated that he didn't feel like that he was now, so after he vomited, he got up, pulled his tie to take a bath, and didn't forget to call in his mouth, "Aunt Chen, help me put down the hot water." ”

Aunt Chen is an old man of the Mo family, and she took care of Mo Sheng in the Mo family when she was young, so it can be said that she watched Mo Sheng grow up.

After Mo Sheng's mother died, she was the only one who was always by her side, enlightened, cared for. If you want to say who Mo Sheng's closest and most trusted person is in the Mo family, it will never be Mo's father, but this Aunt Chen, who has been in the Mo family for 20 years and takes care of him like a second mother.

At this time, what he was going to do when he was drunk, he naturally subconsciously called Aunt Chen to help. However, he didn't know that the person in front of him was not Aunt Chen at all.

Pei Chu's face was complicated, looking at the drunk man in front of him constantly bewitching, and he wanted to summon him.

Pei Chu took a deep breath, turned around and wanted to leave behind, but he didn't want to be held by the person behind him.

"Aunt Chen...?"

The tall man sat on the sofa, looking puzzled as if he wanted to get rid of his "Aunt Chen", his expression was dazed like a helpless child.

Pei Chu tugged at the corners of his mouth, thinking that the man's usual reserved and steady image was completely shattered by him. The tip of his nose was full of wine, and the man grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Pei Chuxin knew that it would be a trouble to be entangled, and he didn't want to waste time, so he picked up the man again and walked upstairs without saying a word.

The teenage boy carried a young man much taller than him with no difficulty, and walked steadily up the stairs.

After opening the bathroom door, he threw the person directly into the bathtub, holding down the man who was struggling and moving with one hand, and unscrewing the faucet with the other, the action was rude and there was no tenderness at all.

Mo Sheng was resisted by him on his back, bumpy and uncomfortable all the way, at this moment he was pressed on the bathtub and poured cold water, no matter how deep the wine was, he also sobered up, and when he looked up, he saw Mo Huo's face, which was even more exciting.

"Mo Huo, what are you doing?"

"It's not like you said you want to take a bath."

The young man's eyelashes under the orange warm lamp were half-constricted, and the expression on his face could be called lazy, and when he saw that he was sober, he withdrew his hand, and replied without any emotion.

The relationship between the two of them is indifferent to the extreme, even if they live under the same roof, they can't say a few words all year round, let alone have such a close contact tonight.

The boy's forehead hair was wet with the splash of water when Mo Sheng struggled, and it was soft and sticking together, and the water droplets slid down his eyebrows and fell to the bridge of his nose, and with a 'snap' sound, they dripped into the water tank, and the ripples gradually rose.

Mo Sheng looked away in a panic inexplicably, and remembered his absurd embarrassment when he was drunk before, and the milk handed by the boy when he carried him onto the sofa and asked for water, vomited all over his body and took him upstairs to take a bath...

The said actions were rude and inconsiderate, and he threw him into the bathtub without even taking off his clothes, but for a while, Mo Sheng was a little speechless.

Embarrassed...

There were some surprises.

As far as getting along in the past, Mo Sheng felt that even if the other party let him get drunk and die in the living room, it would not be surprising.

He was a half-brother, and from the moment he entered this family as a teenager, he decided that the other party was a despicable person who destroyed his family, and he hated the other party's mother and resented his father.

Not to mention the joy of the younger brother who had stepped into his house when he was seven years old.

It's just that he vaguely remembers the cowardly and intimate eyes when the other party first arrived, he was full of hatred at that time, and naturally erected all his defenses against this child who tried to get close to him, and spoke coldly, hurting people invisibly.

So I don't know when it started, the child no longer approached him, but only a lonely figure in this empty and deserted, never popular courtyard, growing day by day into such a rebellious and arbitrary appearance.

But behind the young man's temper, there is still a touch of unexpected tenderness.

Mo Sheng was suddenly a little stunned.

Pei Chu didn't know what he was thinking, and after seeing that the person had come to his senses, he planned to get up and leave.

It's just that when he first got up, he felt a slight itch in his nasal passages, and warm liquid flowed out of his nasal tubes, dripping into the bathtub one after another, and after a while, he fainted into a red color.

"Don't hustle, you..."

Mo Sheng's face changed, and he looked up at Mo Huo who had a nosebleed in surprise, the other party looked even more embarrassed and miserable than him at this time, the blood spread from his nose, and his chin was dyed red in an instant, and his appearance was really terrifying.

However, the young man's expression was too calm, as if he was accustomed to it, and he got up and went to the washstand to wash it first, and then blocked his nasal passages with a tissue to stop the bleeding.

Pei Chu raised his head and glanced sideways at Mo Sheng, who was still in the bathtub, did not explain anything, with his usual tiredness and laziness, he said: "I'm going to sleep." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man had already left the bathroom.

Mo Sheng opened his mouth, and the words that seemed to be concerned about asking were blocked in his mouth like this, and he never said it again.

Until many years later, he regretted that if he had pulled the boy that night and carefully inquired about the abnormality of the other party's body, would he have been able to snuff out all the bad news in the cradle.

But how can there be so many ifs in the future, before he has time to cherish it, that person has already decided to leave him.