Chapter 104: :Yanglin Town 16

When Wei Yan came back, Zheng Quzhi had already fallen asleep on the bed. As soon as he stepped into the room, Wei Yan sank his face: There was a strange atmosphere in the room.
After walking a few steps forward, after discovering that the strange aura on Zheng Quzhi's body was the strongest, a dark color flashed across Wei Yan's eyes, he pursed his mouth, and stretched out his hand to pull Zheng Quzhi up.
Zheng Quzhi was sleeping ignorantly. He was caught off guard and was a little bit rough. His bed gas instantly surged up and he shouted in a dumb voice: "Fuck you let people not sleep!"
Wei Yan's voice was cold, with a bit of gritted teeth: "Who was here just now?"
Zheng Quzhi was dizzy and felt the familiar aura of the other party. After knowing that the other party was Wei Yan, he was relieved, and his anger was also dispersed.
Suddenly remembered that someone had just moved his hands and feet to himself, and suddenly aggrieved, stretched out his hands and hugged Wei Yan’s waist, and said with a bit of aggrieved yin and yang, "There was someone who just coveted my beauty and wanted to be wrong. , I'm almost innocent, hey..."
Wei Yan's face was somber and gloomy, he pulled Zheng Quzhi away, stared at him for a long while, finally carried him, threw him into the bathroom angrily, and said solemnly: "Take a bath."
Zheng Quzhi was stunned: "I washed it."
Wei Yan ignored him, took the shower and poured it on Zheng Quzhi. Zheng Quzhi's clothes were soaked in an instant, dripping through. Water poured on Zheng Quzhi, but Wei Yan calmed down.
After a long silence, he raised the temperature and handed the shower to Zheng Quzhi: "Don't catch a cold, I'll get my clothes dry."
"Lao Tzu's grass and mud horse!" Zheng Quzhi was completely angry. He was much bolder than ever when he was drunk, so he smashed the shower on Wei Yan's head without hesitation.
With a muffled sound, a hole broke in Wei Yan's head, and bright red blood kept pouring out. The sprinkler fell and his clothes became soaked.
Zheng Quzhi was startled, "You don't know how to hide?"
After a long silence, Wei Yan bent over to pick up the shower and handed it to Zheng Quzhi again, "I'll get the clothes dry."
When he came back, there was no expression on his face, he was still a beautiful fake face with a smile forever. Seeing that Zheng Quzhi hadn't taken off his clothes, but stood stupidly, he couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows: "Why don't you take off your clothes?"
Zheng Quzhi seemed to have just recovered, he was half-timed slowly, and he honestly raised the corners of his clothes, and was about to take off, but Wei Yan's hand suddenly rested on his wrist, stopping his movement.
"I'll go out first." Wei Yan coughed slightly, put his clothes on one side, walked out sternly, closing the door by the way.
When Zheng Qu found out, people seemed to be a lot more sober, and the walking route was not as curved as before. Also, after so much tossing, it is impossible not to wake up.
"Mr. Wei, are you okay?" Zheng Quzhi asked Wei Yan nervously. Looking at the mouth that is still bleeding out, Zheng Qu knew his heart trembled. If Wei Yan's handsome face fell because of himself Strip scar, Wei Yan's wife will not let her go, will she?
"It's okay." Wei Yan was as calm as ever, pointing his finger at the clock hung on the wall: "It's getting late, just go to bed after taking the medicine."
On the table, there is a cup of hot water and anti-alcoholism.
"I'll take care of your wound?" Zheng Qu knew that he didn't dare to go to bed as if nothing had happened.
"It's okay." Wei Yan stretched out his hand to touch the wound, then put down his hand and stared at the bright red on his finger, and added: "I was reckless just now, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry." Zheng Quzhi scratched his aching head. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Wei Yan throwing a familiar thin blanket to him.
"It's covered at night." In an unquestionable tone, Wei Yan turned around and took his clothes after speaking and walked towards the bathroom.
Zheng Quzhi let out a cry and stopped him. He lowered his head and glanced at the clothes he was holding, and said earnestly: "Mr. Wei, dress more comfortably at night. You can't use your clothes to sleep at night."
With that, he walked in the S shape again to get his suitcase, found a set of pajamas, went back to Wei Yan's side, and tucked his clothes into him: "I hurt you, and this suit is for you."
A stupor flashed across Wei Yan's face. He opened his mouth but didn't speak. He lowered his head and glanced at Zheng Quzhi's clothes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and finally nodded, "Okay."
After speaking, he flashed into the bathroom.
Listening to the sound of water splashing inside, Zheng Quzhi took the sober medicine and sat on the bed and waited for a while, but in the end he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep as soon as he turned his body.

On the second day, Zheng Quzhi woke up very early.
As soon as he moved, he felt a little weird, his body stiffened for an instant, and he realized that he was in Wei Yan's arms, and he was still holding Wei Yan's waist tightly? ? ?
Realizing this, Zheng Quzhi quickly released his hand and moved aside. Clinker, this bed is not big, if he moves, he will fall off by surprise.
Immediately afterwards, a strong hand was attached to his waist and pulled him back again. Suddenly, he threw himself into Wei Yan's arms and was hit by Wei Yan's breath.
"Mr. Wei..." Zheng Quzhi was busy earning, and after sitting up, he looked down at Wei Yan. Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened suddenly when Wei Yan was wearing a familiar pajamas.
His pajamas are just loose T-shirts, which are more comfortable to wear. His loose white T-shirt didn't look loose on Wei Yan's body, but showed the collarbone on one side.
Zheng Quzhi looked away, recalled carefully with a headache, caught some vague memories, suddenly something sounded, and hung his head again.
Sure enough, the wound on Wei Yan's forehead was still there, it had already been scabs, and it looked a little obvious.
"Mr. Wei!" He couldn't help reaching out to touch, his face was nervous: "Here you..."
Wei Yan interrupted her speech before she finished: "Nothing."
With that, Wei Yan got up. There were a few dull hairs on that head, with that delicate face, it looked quite cute. Zheng Quzhi swallowed, and did not say that sentence. Instead, he glanced at the empty bed next to him and said, "Why did we roll onto a bed?"
Wei Yan's face became stiff, and he quickly reacted, and said with a blank face, "It's you who are drunk and don't let me go."
Zheng Quzhi was shocked: "Really?"
Wei Yan didn't change his face, but nodded heavily, "Yes."

Today's Zheng Quzhi's face was a little pale because of drinking yesterday. After brushing his teeth, Zheng Quzhi looked at himself in the mirror desperately, some wanting to hit the wall.
Can I still take makeup photos of this ghost? ! !
Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi's gaze was fixed, and he couldn't help but leaned closer to the mirror, and stretched out the empty hand to slightly pull down the collar, revealing his collarbone.