Zhao Yunlan's mood is actually very subtle.

He was indeed drunk too much and did not walk steadily, but he had vomited and had a nap before, and now he was drinking slowly fading.

However, Chu Shuzhi said that he drank no matter how different he drank, so he simply followed the flow and showed no matter how different he was in the southeast, west and north, pretending to be half asleep and half awake, leaning against the co-pilot to hold the corpse.

Chen Wei went upstairs to pick him up, but the car was left without turning off to maintain the temperature of the air conditioner inside. Zhao Yunlan felt it as soon as he got on the car.

Chen Wei sat down and pushed him gently: "Wake up, go to your house and sleep, it will be easy to catch a cold outside."

Zhao Yunlan pretended to be dead and showed it to him.

So he heard the person next to him sigh. Seeing that Chen Wei couldn't wake him up, he had to lean over and fasten his seat belt. The two were so close that Zhao Yunlan could smell the smell of Chen Wei's body. Unlike the cold that he had brought when he was a Soul-Slaying Messenger, he had a smell of soap from the newly washed clothes. The Soul-Slaying Messenger peeled off his black robe that was both human and ghosts, but the people inside were so clean and soft.

Then, Chen Wei took out another bottle of mineral water and poured it into a small cup. The cup shook twice in his hand. The originally cold water suddenly showed a warm white mist. He put the mouth of the cup against Zhao Yunlan's mouth: "Drink a little."

Zhao Yunlan opened his eyes slightly, and it seemed that there was only light in the dark eyes in the car, which was just right, neither dull nor scorching.

Zhao Yunlan suddenly jumped heavily in his heart. He leaned over and drank the glass of water with Chen Wei's hand. Then Chen Wei found a blanket from under the seat, covered him tightly, and then raised the temperature of the on-board air conditioner, so he drove the car out smoothly.

Zhao Yunlan leaned against the seat with her eyes closed, but her heart was always awake... He seemed to have not felt such a warm feeling in such a cold night for a long time.

In the past half month after returning from Daxueshan, he has never contacted Chen Wei.

But harassment every day and paying attention to what he likes at any time has almost become Zhao Yunlan's habits. Breaking the habits is bound to be painful. He couldn't help but live a decadent life with the reason at the end of the year. However, even if people are social animals, excessive socialization can make a person tired.

It’s not like the silhouette of a beautiful dress, sometimes it can’t be alone.

There have always been many men and women who give him a lot of men and women. When he is in a good mood, he is happy to be ambiguous with others in order to maintain a good sense of self. However, since he disconnected from Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan could not help but compare others with Shen Wei, but the more he compared, he became more boring. None of them was as strong as the bookish spirit worth savoring, and no one looked like a picture-like look.

Zhao Yunlan felt that he had become an old monk with no desires overnight. Even one day, in order to cheer up, they spent money to ask an agent to invite a young model he had always liked, but they couldn't even raise his interest - Daqing testified, and he used the swimsuit photo of the young model to be his computer desktop for a while.

And whenever he was drunk and dreaming, he didn't know what time it was, he would actually remember that the stomach disease happened that day and stayed in his house for a long time.

They watched the movies together and talked occasionally. When he got tired of watching it, he silently picked up half of his reading and opened it. The two of them did their own things, and no one quarreled with each other. Then Chen Wei would stuff a pillow and put it behind him.

That is actually a lifestyle he has always longed for - no one talks less, no one will annoy anyone, and no one will chase after anyone all day long to make trouble. Today I have to watch movies and tomorrow I have to send flowers. They don’t bother each other, but they are never cold... just like they are living together and becoming a country of their own.

Zhao Yunlan has lived to this age, and his IQ and EQ development are basically balanced, and he has no shortage of things in his stomach. He naturally knows that when a man sees from another person not his thin waist, long butts, but a kind of calm desire for home, it is definitely not the lust or desire in the field.

If it weren't for this, he might have joked and told the Soul-Slaying Envoy to break up the matter and end it.

But he just couldn't bear to let it go.

When Zhao Yunlan thought of the eyes he bumped into when he dreamed in the dilapidated hut in the snowy mountain, he felt that if he had just been "finished", he might have regretted it for the rest of his life.

Zhao Yunlan's doghouse was not far from No. 4 Guangming Road, so before he could get out of his complicated mood, the road ended with his regret. Chen Wei helped him in the door, took off his coat and hung it up, put him on the bed, turned around and went to the bathroom to find a wet towel.

Although Zhao Yunlan looked drunk, Chen Wei was still very regular. He just wiped his face and hands and feet carefully. He didn't dare to touch him in a millimeter, so he pulled the quilt for him, hung the towel aside, and then habitually packed the garbage for him and placed it at the door. When he was about to leave, he picked up the clothes thrown all over the floor, put them in the laundry bag that Zhao Yunlan threw at the door, and posted a note to remind him to remember to wash the next day.

He even took away half a glass of water from Zhao Yunlan's bedside table very carefully to prevent him from sleeping hard in the middle of the night and reaching out to knock it over.

Zhao Yunlan listened to the rustling sound of the man tidily packing up the room, and his confusion not only failed to find a solution, but became even more chaotic.

Chen Wei took him to heart. Zhao Yunlan could feel that in his life, except for his parents, no one else had any desires for him or relied on him. No one had ever taken him to heart like this.

...Oh, Daqing is not a human being, it is a fat cat with a bad temper.

After Chen Wei finished all this, he found that Zhao Yunlan, who had just opened his eyes in a daze, seemed to have died of sleep and was lying there motionless.

He seemed so quiet. Chen Wei hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't bear to leave. He stood by the bed and looked at him greedily.

"Damn," Zhao Yunlan, who was pretending to be asleep, thought to himself, "Please stop watching, go away quickly, this is killing me."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy did not hear his heart, and God did not hear his heart. After a while, Chen Wei seemed to be bewitched and slowly bent down and approached Zhao Yunlan until he could feel his breathing on his face.

Zhao Yunlan maintained a state of upright corpse with his strong psychological qualities, but he clearly felt that this state was about to collapse.

At this moment, Chen Wei finally couldn't help it, and he supported his hands on both sides of his body, gently touched Zhao Yunlan's lips. The dragonfly squirted and released it at once. He closed his eyes, as if he had received great comfort from such a brief touch. His body was filled with thunderous heartbeats. For a moment, Chen Wei almost felt that he was a human being. He stole a kiss from his beloved under the dim light, and his heart was happy and sweet. Even if he died at this time, he would have no complaints.

Zhao Yunlan's mind suddenly became blank.

The hair with a huge pound in his heart stretched to the extreme, and broke silently at that moment. Zhao Yunlan's mind, which was ignited by alcohol, was extremely clear: "Soul-Slaying Envoy? What's wrong with the Soul-Slaying Envoy? I like mine, I'll do the rest!"

So Zhao Yunlan, who was "slept to death", suddenly stretched out his hand to hug Chen Wei. Chen Wei was caught off guard and was shocked and pulled him down. Then Zhao Yunlan turned over and half pressed on him.

There was a slight smell of alcohol during Zhao Yunlan's breath, but his eyes were clear. He looked at Chen Wei's eyes steadily and asked softly: "Sir, what are you doing?"

Chen Wei opened his mouth, so embarrassed that he was even more speechless.

Zhao Yunlan stared at him with a complicated expression for a while, then suddenly reached out and gently pinched Chen Wei's chin: "I always thought that sir was a gentleman. Who knew that you would secretly kiss others in the middle of the night, and kiss them so unprofessional."

Then Chen Wei heard his smile in his chest.

Until Zhao Yunlan's kiss fell, Chen Wei was still stupid. He felt that he was in an absurd and beautiful dream, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug Zhao Yunlan's body hard.

The man's kissing skills were superb and full of teasing, as if he could casually make him lose his armor and become a defeated army.

Then Zhao Yunlan gently supported her body, and the two of them almost rubbed their noses. Chen Wei heard him say softly: "At least, this should be the case."

Chen Wei couldn't speak.

Zhao Yunlan pulled two buttons on the neckline, revealing her slender and graceful collarbone. The smell of the scent of the cologne water that was left with only the fragrance was left. With a light sweep, all Chen Wei's words were sealed. He could no longer tell who was drunk.

Zhao Yunlan sighed, reached out and gently brushed his forehead and haired: "I ask you, for so long, you have been hiding from me, but you are unwilling to dodge a little. Is it because you are familiar with me a long time ago, and have done something sorry for me, or are you worried about different paths in humans and ghosts?"

Chen Wei shook, his eyes became clear again, and he pushed him away and sat up. The blood on his face faded away, and the hand hanging beside him suddenly tightened.

Zhao Yunlan turned sideways, leaned half on the bed, pulled his hand, and spread his fists apart bit by bit: "You, you can really compete with me. If it is the first reason, then I will say now that no matter what happened, we will be written off. If you don't mention it in the future, I won't remember it. As for the second... Isn't the second nonsense? Living people will die, maybe I will..."

Chen Wei covered his mouth.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and Chen Wei finally shook his head very slowly.

Zhao Yunlan sighed, turned over and got out of bed. He looked very clear when he spoke. Who knew that his feet didn't stand firm as soon as they touched the ground. He sat on the ground with his butt. He hugged his head and complained: "Damn, ten little bees are flying in front of my eyes."

Chen Wei quickly reached out and helped him up: "I thought you were not drunk, were you falling?"

Zhao Yunlan is currently in a subtle state where he is logical but cannot get out of a straight line, otherwise he would not be so straightforward and bold.

He shook his head, squatted down and opened the bedside table, took out a plastic file storage bag from the bottom, and slapped it in front of Shen Wei: "Open."

Chen Wei hesitated for a moment, took it and opened it, but found that there was a real estate certificate in it, which happened to be a garden villa near Longcheng University University Road... He wrote this book like this, and it turned out that there was a reason for his poverty during this period.

Zhao Yunlan closed her teasing face, leaned against the bedside table, simply stretched out her legs and sat on the ground, raised her head, took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it.

He was silent and had a cigarette before whispering: "This was the transfer before we went to Daxue Mountain. I originally thought that the place was convenient for transportation and living environment, and it happened to be next to Longda. If you were willing to move with me, you would not have to drive to work in the future. You can get up a little late in the morning. Next year, I will find a way to get the special investigation office there. The house is quite large, and it is definitely a little empty for two people to live in, but I can leave you a large study room, you can take students home, and I can often invite friends to play... I also want to raise a big dog with a lower IQ, and occasionally provoke it to have a cat and dog war with Daqing and other New Year movies..."

Chen Wei's hands trembled uncontrollably, and the plastic storage rustled.

Zhao Yunlan smiled softly: "Who knew that once I came back from the northwest, I found that it was you, a lord - you can go from Dongcheng to Xicheng in the blink of an eye. What else can you drive? Why get up early? I wouldn't have done this for a long time, and the broken house made me almost lose money for the New Year."

Chen Wei slowly lowered his head and met his gaze. He felt that the man's gaze seemed to be the same as before. After he was joking, he was left with only the gentleness hidden deep, which made people grab a corner and couldn't help but drown inside.

Chen Wei felt as if he was torn into two halves, half so happy that he was about to float up, and half deep in the bottom of the underworld, a thousand feet deep. For a moment, he thought he was going crazy.

The loneliness of thousands of years of time, Xiao Shu failed to make him crazy. The two words that the man said casually made him have ups and downs, and he couldn't help but feel.

The ancients said: Those who live can die, and those who die can live. Those who live but cannot die, and those who die but cannot be reborn are not the ultimate emotion.
Chapter completed!