Because the atmosphere was right, Qi Ji drank a little wine, but Wan Chukong didn't drink it, but kept pouring him wine.

As soon as Qi Ji finished drinking, he filled it up. At first, Qi Ji was embarrassed to refuse. For the fourth time, he finally couldn't help saying: "Well, don't pour it down, I can't drink so much."

Wan Chukong stopped as if he had just realized it, and looked at him with one hand on his chin, "Sorry, I thought you could drink very well."

...This is a provocation.

Qi Ji finally decided to admit it, "No, I have a poor alcohol tolerance." He easily gets into his face when drinking, and he will blush if he doesn't drink.

Wan Chukong looked at him with interest: "Then are you drunk?"

“…It’s not that bad.”

After both parties stopped chopsticks, Wan Chukong asked him: "Do you still want to go back to the company?"

Qi Ji shook his head, and he must be unable to go back in this state.

"Since I don't go back, do you have to go around the neighborhood?"

Qi Ji was a little worried, "We were both very conspicuous and might be recognized."

"Can't you show off during non-working hours when you do this?"

Qi Ji shook his head again, wanting to say, but what is the relationship between us! His video homepage recommendations so far are Chu Qi's unexpected edits, and it's all because Su Mianchao always shares it with him!

But there is no airtight wall in the world. Since the two of them have met and been discovered, it will be a matter of time before they can be found out.

Qi Ji suddenly felt like they were hiding the underground love from everyone. In order to dispel the messy thoughts in his heart, he changed his words and said firmly: "Let's go, go downstairs now!"

Wan Chukong was stunned by his sudden enthusiasm, "Okay, you don't want the hat?"

Qi Ji touched his hair, turned around and said, "Ah, I want it."

Wan Chukong put his hat on his head.

The sea breeze blew by with a salty smell. People walking on the shore in groups of three or two were either lovers or aunts. The two big men seemed out of place.

Especially both of them are conspicuous, and even if they wear hats, they can still tell that they are very good men based on their body shape.

A girl looked at her side frequently, which made Qi Ji nervous. She came to Wan Chukong and said, "Will she recognize us?"

Before Wan Chukong could answer, he murmured in a low voice: "I still like you. What if I come to ask you for WeChat?"

Wan Chukong couldn't keep up with his thinking. He lowered his head and looked at Qi Ji carefully in the moonlight. There was a redness on the young man's face that could not be dissipated.

But he didn't say it, just said: "No."

The girl next to me quickly lowered her head and typed and sent it to the discussion group: [Caocaocao, sisters, there were two boys next to me who behaved very closely and were very close!! She had a poor body shape and was very good, very much like our Chuqi accidentally 5555 in tears]

The following reply is: [Wake up, stop serving, they don’t know each other at all, how can they behave intimately]

【Damn it really looks like it!】

When she recovered from the blow, the two of them had long disappeared.

At this moment, Qi Ji was squatting on the side of the stall, and watched the luminous balls jumping back and forth at the feet of the stall old man.

After Wan Chukong paid, Qi Ji raised his head and asked, "Did you buy it for your younger brother?"

Wan Chukong held the ball that no longer flashed in his hand, "No, he has many toys and he can't play with such things."

"That's..." Qi Ji felt that everyone had such a hobby.

"Give it to Qiqi." Wan Chukong said.

Qi Ji looked suddenly, and Wan Chukong asked him: "What were you thinking just now? Do you think I bought it for yourself?"

Qi Ji stood up, shook his head and waved his hand, "How could it be...but can Qiqi play?"

Wan Chukong did not answer, looked at him, and always felt that the title "Qiqi" was very subtle when he heard from Qi Ji's mouth.

Wan Chukong lowered his head and lit up the ball in his hand again. A colorful light flashed across his face, "I don't know, I bought it anyway."

Qi Ji thought about the sentence: "It should like it."

Wan Chukong raised his head and smiled again, "If you like it, you can give it to you."

He doesn't want it, he's not a cat...

Wan Chukong began again: "As a token of love."

This time, Qi Ji chose to cover his ears and strode forward. After walking a few steps, he returned to his body and waited for Wan Chukong to follow.

Wan Chukong walked over and suddenly looked back. Qi Ji wanted to follow him, but Wan Chukong pressed his head, "Stop looking, go forward."

"Well...oh."

Back in the car, Wan Chukong did not start the car immediately but waited for a while.

He put the ball into the storage box, the car drove forward for a while, and Qi Ji took it into his hand and shook it, and the ball flashed again.

Wan Chukong did not stop him. Qi Ji played alone for a while, and finally raised his head and spoke, "You..."

"Are there any arrangements for next weekend?" Wan Chukong also spoke at this time.

Qi Ji forgot what he wanted to say, "Sunday? No."

"I didn't make any arrangements, either." Wan Chukong said, "promise Qiao Qirui to take him out for fun."

Qi Ji thought of the child who looked like Wan Chukong five or six times, "Then he should be very happy."

Wan Chukong asked while looking at the rearview mirror: "What about you?"

"I'll be at home if nothing unexpected happens, and I haven't had much time to rest recently."

Wan Chukong stopped talking.

After a long time, Qi Ji realized something was wrong.

Ask him if he had any arrangements on Sunday, do you want to invite him out together... Is that true? What if he was wrong?

Qi Ji was observing Wan Chukong's expression while struggling.

"That..." He finally got the courage.

Wan Chukong said: "Someone follows the car."

Qi Ji suddenly felt angry.

"It should have been following you for a long time, and it looks professional." Wan Chukong took one hand to lift his jaw and turned his face over. "It may be a paparazzi."

Qi Ji was pinched on both cheeks and his speech was a little vague, "Is that true?"

There was a faint smile on Wan Chukong's lips, "Well, should I say sorry to you? It is very likely that I will implicate you."

"It's okay, everyone is the same."

Qi Ji's face was really small, as if one hand could cover it. He had no intention of shaking his head in his palm.

Wan Chukong withdrew his hand, and the touch of the other person's skin was still left at the tip of his fingers. "Then don't be depressed. See if you can get rid of it. It doesn't matter if you can't get rid of it. It's almost time to get rid of it."

Qi Ji then remembered and asked, "Do you live here today?"

"Are you inviting me?"

Qi Ji stopped, in other words, "Don't you live in your mother's house?"

"Yes." Wan Chukong responded first, "Can't stop."

Qi Ji asked: "Then where do you live?"

Wan Chukong reported an address and found the specific door number. Qi Ji secretly took out his mobile phone to look at the map.

Wan Chukong waited patiently for him to finish searching, "Do you know now?"

"It's quite far away." Qi Ji answered honestly.

"Maybe you have to hide at your house for a while before you can leave, okay?"

"Yes." Qi Ji had no objection at all.

The black car behind suddenly stopped following the speed of the car. Qi Ji leaned against the car door halfway through and tried to reduce the heat on himself: "Are you mistaken?"

Wan Chukong spoke for a while: "I hope."

When he arrived at the door of his house, Qi Ji suddenly looked empty, "Why don't you wait for me outside for ten minutes?"

Wan Chukong asked him: "Is it very messy? It doesn't matter, I can help clean it together."

"Not..." It was just that the clothes were taken off and they were not folded, and they were on the sofa and the bed.

Qi Ji held the door handle and said, "Wait for me for five minutes!"

As he said that, he moved in with the door, but he didn't dare to close the door tightly. He quickly changed into the duck's slippers and ran to the room. After putting away a few clothes on the bed, he heard Wan Chukong's voice.

“Where is the one on the sofa?”

I made a mistake! I should put it on the sofa first!

Qi Ji's face was flushed and stretched out his hand, "Just give it to me."

Wan Chukong handed him the clothes, "It was washed clean."

Qi Ji nodded, but became lazy after taking it out of the dryer.

After everything was packed and the door of his room was closed, Qi Ji said, "Why did you suddenly come in?"

Wan Chukong smiled, "Sorry, I'm not used to being locked outside."

Qi Ji blinked slowly, "Okay, I understand."

Wan Chukong continued to ask: "What do you know?"

"I won't let you wait outside next time."

The smile on the corner of Wan Chukong's mouth gradually faded, "Okay."

Qi Ji went to the bathroom to wash his hands and took off his contact lenses, then went to the room to change his half-sleeved shorts.

The yellow T-shirt and the little yellow duck slippers on their feet are very compatible.

Wan Chukong leaned on the sofa and watched him go back and forth, and finally said, "Qi Ji, are you drunk?"

Qi Ji nodded, "It seems like this."

He felt it all by himself, walked to the sofa and sat down, covering his face with his hands, rubbing the heat on his face.

"Sorry." He was sleepy and tired.

"It's okay, why do you want to say sorry to me?" Wan Chukong turned his head. The first time he saw someone drunk was in this state. Besides, Qi Ji really didn't drink much, and he looked very well protected.

Qi Ji suddenly raised his head. The two were very close to each other and could see each other's shadows in each other's eyes. His face was already very red, but now it became even more red. He said "sorry" and moved a position backwards.

Wan Chukong watched the two suddenly distanced, "What are you doing?"

"Ah no." Qi Ji scratched his jaw gently, "I think you should not be used to others being close to you, I'm afraid you will meet you..."

Wan Chukong continued to ask: "Why do you think so?"

"Because..." Qi Ji looked back at him, "You avoided it last time in the hotel."

Wan Chukong tilted his head slightly and thought about it. At first, his eyes looked at the wall, and then looked at him slantedly: "Why still hold grudges?"

"I didn't..." Qi Ji couldn't explain it clearly. Isn't it Wan Chukong who doesn't like being touched?

"Can touch."

Wan Chukong said, and suddenly pressed his wrist to his chest.
Chapter completed!