Wen Yu was drunk like a dead person, very, very heavy.

If the "Old Lu" hadn't come and helped, Fu Yuhan really didn't know how to carry the person down. The stairs were very long, and there were two paths in the middle, one side seemed to be connected to the bar below, and the other side was the road that Fu Yuhan took when he came in.

It is true that he is not very strong.

But Wen Yu was taller than him, and he could tell when he started to weigh it. This man looked thin, had a lot of muscles on his body, and his weight was very solid.

The night wind in late October had already brought coolness, but when he walked downstairs, Fu Yuhan had already sweated a little.

After drinking, his tall body covered half of his body and served him as a "human-shaped quilt". It was so warm.

"Then I'll take him back first, thank you." The car stopped on the side of the road, and Fu Yuhan turned around and said to Lao Lu, "Thank you, Boss Chen, for me."

"It's okay." Lao Lu said, "I'll help you get the person in the car."

"Okay, thank you."

Fu Yuhan saw that he was sleeping to death, and was afraid that Wen Yu would fall asleep in a wrong way while he was in the car, so he planned to put the person in the front seat. However, what he didn't expect was that when he was stuffing the person into the car with the help of Lao Lu and planning to buckle his seat belt, the sleeping man seemed to have suddenly moved.

The two hanging arms suddenly tightened, making Fu Yuhan's neck ring unable to move. His scorching breath sprayed on the side of his neck. Wen Yu closed his eyes and murmured to himself: "Well... don't leave..."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

Wen Yu's hand was extremely strong, and he almost thought his neck was about to break.

"Let go," Fu Yuhan gritted his teeth and pulled his arm, "...Brother Yu!"

Unfortunately, calling me brother is useless. The drunk man was drunk very thoroughly and didn't wake up at all. He just murmured and pulled the person into his arms, as if Fu Yuhan himself had a super-large pillow, and had to put it under his head to sleep soundly.

Old Lu laughed secretly at Fu Yuhan's side, cleared his throat and said, "Cough, I think otherwise... you two will sit in the back together."

"...it's OK... cough cough..." Fu Yuhan almost suffocated, but it was strange. When he was about to get the person out of the front seat and put his hand through Wen Yu's armpit and hugged him on his back, the two arms that were holding his neck like iron hoops suddenly loosened a little.

“…Don’t leave…”

"Okay, don't leave," Fu Yuhan said speechlessly, "You always talk well, just don't choke your neck."

Old Lu helped the handle next to him. Fu Yuhan helped the person out, took him to the back seat, stuffed him in as usual, and then sat in himself.

Lao Lu closed the car door for him and waved goodbye.

Fu Yuhan also waved.

He reported the address, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the surrounding street scene began to quickly retreat.

As soon as he got into the car, Wen Yu became honest again and did not do anything other than holding Fu Yuhan tightly. He leaned his head against Fu Yuhan's neck and slept very well.

The neck side is connected to the back of the ear, which is a very sensitive area. Fu Yuhan frowned and raised his head to the other side.

It’s a pity that such movements cannot avoid the movements and breaths of the man and the dog.

Itchy, irritating.

It's not uncomfortable, it's just awkward.

Although Fu Yuhan had no other meaning to Wen Yu, he was a man after all, and his sexual orientation was not straightforward. This posture was really tormenting to him, but he could not reason with the drunkard.

The unpressed right hand rested on the car door, stretched out his five fingers, and clenched it into a fist, and made several rounds.

He was trying hard to endure something uncontrollable and strange changes in his body, while thinking about the possibility of knocking someone out of the problem with one punch.

Fu Yuhan never thanked the driver for driving wildly. He felt that if the car was not fast late at night, he would either die in patience or would have fought to kill people in patience.

"Okay, it's home."

Finally seeing the gate of Wen Yu's community, Fu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief. He supported the person down from the car: "Brother Yu? Wake up, you're home."

His words might have some magic. The drunkard actually opened his eyes slowly and squinted his eyes for a long time.

"Brother Yu?" Fu Yuhan looked at him, three-point surprise and three-point uncertainty, "Are you awake?"

The drunken ghost suddenly laughed and said in a muffled voice: "It's you..."

“Yes, it’s…!??”

Before the word "I" was said, Fu Yuhan was directly hugged by Wen Yu face to face. His voice, after drinking, was hoarse and dry. Wen Yu muttered in his ear in a vague way: "I miss you..."

The sound seemed to be electric, which made Fu Yuhan tremble violently.

"..." He swallowed and tried to hold back the goose bumps. "Brother Yu? Are you really awake? Who do you think of me?"

"No one..." Wen Yu buried his head, his forehead pressed against his shoulder, "I'm not drunk..."

...

It seems to be very drunk.

Fu Yuhan sighed and decided to be tired and stop quarrel with Wen Yu: "Can you leave? Go home."

Wen Yu did not let go all the way, and Fu Yuhan could only be held by him and pushed him around. Fortunately, this man could still take two steps on his legs, which made Fu Yuhan much more relaxed.

Although being held by another man really made Fu Yuhan feel uncomfortable - he didn't like others to touch him - seeing Wen Yu's uncomfortable look, he silently swallowed all his dirty words.

Before tonight, he thought he knew Wen Yu quite well.

But now looking at Wen Yu's reaction after drinking, he probably wasn't heartless, but maybe... he hid his feelings too deeply?

He didn't know who Wen Yu was hiding, but Fu Yuhan had no secret crush on him for many years, so he felt a little empathetic now.

It's so pitiful.

He shook his head and held Wen Yu's back with one hand.

The road from the community to the unit building has never been so long.

Fortunately, the moonlight was good tonight, and Fu Yuhan's sympathy was barely enough.

He took the person to the door of the house with difficulty. The door was locked. Fu Yuhan thought for three seconds and reached into Wen Yu's pocket. The casual pants that Wen Yu was wearing were deep and large. When he reached in to touch the key, he felt like he was touching the other person's thigh. He was so embarrassed that the owner of the pocket refused to cooperate with his dodge and kept trying to stick to him.

As long as a person lives long enough, he can see any wonder.

For example, Wen Yu who was drunk and even paid for it—

Finally found the key, Fu Yuhan was almost Buddha. He opened the door lock and pulled the person in, just trying to quickly press the person on the bed and then leave on the spot.

Unfortunately, he seemed a little optimistic.

Wen Yu felt that he had slept for a long time, and it had been a long time since he had not had such a good sleep.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt something was wrong - the room was a little brighter.

How could he not pull the curtains when he sleeps... No, it seemed like he went to the boss to drink last night... but this was clearly his own... bed...

The moment he realized that something seemed to be pressing under his arm, Wen Yu quickly opened his eyes wide and bounced off the bed: "...Fuck?"

He was very moved. Fu Yuhan, who had not been sleeping soundly, frowned and opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes against the skylight outside the window, staring at him: "Hmm?"

Fu Yuhan didn't wake up, and his nasal voice was very strong, which sounded inexplicably seductive.

Wen Yu suddenly became unhappy: "...Why are you here? Haven't you gone back?"

"You really have the nerve to ask me..." Fu Yuhan coughed twice and turned down. He was sleeping on his tummy position. He didn't say that his neck was almost broken after one night, and half of his body was still numb. He turned to the front face up and murmured with his eyes closed: "I didn't know who kept saying 'Don't go' to me yesterday..."

Wen Yu: "..."

This sounds strangely ambiguous. After Fu Yuhan said this, he felt something was wrong. He paused and added: "Yesterday, Boss Chen called me and said you were drunk too much and asked me to pick up someone. As a result, after I brought you back, I wanted to go home. You kept holding me and shouting 'Don't leave'...Do you think of me as someone else?"

It is not right to say yes or not.

Wen Yu was speechless and stunned for three seconds and said, "I don't know, I have no impression."

"If you can cut off the pieces, don't drink that much." Fu Yuhan's eyelids were stimulated by the light of the sky, frowned, and said hoarsely, "Can you pull down the curtains... I can't help you pull the curtains if you didn't let me get out of bed yesterday..."

Fuck, the word "don't let me get out of bed" is really exciting.

Wen Yu jumped off the bed like a shock and pulled up the curtains.

"Thank you..." Fu Yuhan muttered, "I want to sleep for a while."

"Go to sleep." Wen Yu said.

He stood there and was stunned for a long time, until Fu Yuhan's breathing calmed down, and finally took the first step.

Wen Yu found his cell phone in a daze. When he saw that it was only 7 o'clock in the morning. Although Fu Yuhan had always gotten up early, he usually took time to make up for sleep during the day, so it was normal to feel sleepy at this moment.

Besides, taking care of drunkards is probably not easy.

He is sleeping well, so he can calm Wen Yu down.

Wen Yu has always been very restrained and has never been drunk. He really doesn't know that he can do such a shameful thing after drinking it.

This person was thrown away in front of Fu Yuhan.

Memories are returned, and the previous events are linked together, he can guess without thinking that the person was probably found by the boss to cause trouble. In other words, it is possible that the boss will also see his embarrassing appearance.

And the boss's boyfriend.

Wen Yu grabbed his hair in pain. Before he was ridiculed, he decided to take action first. He opened WeChat and sent a string of question marks to the boss.

The boss didn't reply and probably was still sleeping. After sending WeChat, Wen Yu fell into confusion again - what should I do?

He was more worried about himself than being ridiculed by Fu Yuhan.

The little courage condensed by alcohol seemed particularly easy to dissipate, especially in front of this man, he was so at a loss about something for the first time.
To be continued...