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The taxi opened a window and the cool breeze poured in. Yu Yan's hair was blown straight.

When he got out of the car, his hair was blown and deformed, like a henhouse, and he was already a completely drunk.

Yi Chen paid the money to get out of the car and dragged him by his waist.

It is really thin, carrying almost no weight, and the waist is much thinner than ordinary men.

The waiter at the hotel door met and hurriedly greeted him, "Sir, I can help you."

Yi Chen glanced at the person in his arms, the other side pressed his face to his shoulder, his mouth muttered with force.

"Um." He sent people out.

Suddenly there was movement in the arms, Yu Yan's eyes opened a gap, and asked the waiter: "... Who are you?"

"I am a hotel employee. You are drunk. I will help you up."

Hotel?

Yu Yan shook his head, leaned back, and waved at him: "I ... I can't live in a hotel."

Yi Chen narrowed his eyes: "Where is my home?"

"Home, home ..." He thought hard for a long time, suddenly looking up suddenly, "... 1?"

"Ok."

Yu Yan stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and pinched his chin directly.

Yi Chen: "..."

The pinch was not enough, he opened his hand and patted it gently, for a short while, he whispered, "... Did you still dream about your face this time?"

The waiter looked up secretly, and the man's face really became heavy.

He was impressed by this. The big guys directly asked for the most luxurious suites in their hotel. The front desk received news that they must take good care of them.

He hurried forward, trying to force people over, but the man stepped back.

"No need." Yi Chen stabbed him back again. "Send a cup of honey and **** water, 2311."

"Okay." The waiter hurried forward and helped him press the elevator. "I'll bring it to you right away."

As soon as the elevator door was closed, the man in his arms moved uneasily.

"1, I'm hot." Yu Yan said, "Can you wait for me to get up, turn on, turn on a fan ... and then come back."

Yi Chen didn't hear clearly: "No."

"..."

Yu Yan wondered why the 1 in the dream was so unfriendly. He was really too hot, especially in the ears, neck and stomach.

Yi Chen carried the person to the door of the room, swiped the card to open the door, walked all the way to the bedroom, and put him directly on the bed.

The hotel's bed was so soft that Yi Chen once felt that sleeping for a long time caused problems. As soon as Yu Yan lay down, she felt that something was wrong.

The body was stained with wine, and Yi Chen opened the suitcase and prepared to change into a clean suit: "After drinking honey water, I went to sleep."

He originally thought about throwing people in the bar, and naturally someone would take him home, but his classmates didn't seem to be reliable, and it was estimated that they would leave after they were sent. He usually lived alone when watching him live. Bacheng was left unattended when he returned home. He did n’t drink anything to hangover. The next day he got up with a hangover.

I thought he would fall asleep as soon as he touched the bed. I didn't expect the estimation to be wrong. At this moment, Yu Yan had already propped himself up and rolled over, lying on the bed completely, staring at him intently: ? "

Yi Chen said: "Clothes."

Yu Yan said, "... I have a headache."

"I know." Yi Chen turned his head, seeing his eyes red, and said lightly, "Give you a shot, you can still pit yourself in."

Yu Yan thinks 1 looks a little familiar. But this is not important. He also feels that 1 is particularly good-looking. The facial features are much more three-dimensional than ordinary people, and not as sharp as foreign men.

He stared at him for a long time and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"clothes."

Yu Yan nodded: "Thank you."

Yi Chen looked for something and felt funny: "Thank you?"

Without getting an answer, Yi Chen turned his head and saw the person on the bed turned his back on him, taking off his coat.

He had a white back and raised shoulder blades, because he had stayed at home all year round and had almost no flaws on his skin. After taking off his clothes, he was thrown aside at will.

Yi Chen watched for a moment, his throat was inexplicably dry, and he said for a while: "I'm not looking for your clothes."

"I know." Of course he knew that it was in a dream. Even if he found clothes, he couldn't really put them on. "You, you go on ... don't worry about me."

After taking off his clothes, it was a bit cold. Yu Yan subconsciously pulled the quilt next to him, covered himself, continued to lie down, and looked at him intently.

This looks like a retrieved puppy.

Yi Chen turned around and rummaged for only two days. He didn't bring any clothes and found the smallest one and threw it on the bed: "Put on."

"No, I'm comfortable inside ..." After speaking, a sudden surge of sourness in the stomach, Yu Yan frowned. "Finished, 1, I ... I seem to vomit."

The amount of alcohol is so bad that I drink it together. The spit is light. Yi Chen said: "Get up, I help you to the toilet."

"No," he stubbornly tightened the quilt. "I can bear it."

Yi Chen: "... you don't have to bear it, get up."

"I don't. I have too much movement and I wake up easily if I'm not careful."

This dream has a face, a rare encounter in a thousand years, he didn't want to wake up like that.

At this point, the man actually felt that he was dreaming.

"How do you know this is a dream?" Yi Chen raised an eyebrow and suddenly thought for a moment, "... Do you often dream of me?"

Yu Yanli was upright: "Of course."

"why?"

Yu Yan: "Because I every night ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a door bell. Yu Yansheng swallowed what he would say next, reminding him, "The door bell is ringing."

Yi Chen stepped out of the bedroom and opened the door. It was the waiter who just had honey water in his hand.

The waiter was also followed by a person.

Mo Nancheng probed his brain and asked, "Who is inside?"

Yi Chen took the honey water, and after the waiter left, he simply said, "No one."

"Then who drank this honey water?" He just came out of the room and wanted to find someone. He just ran into the waiter and wanted to see who couldn't stand it and wanted to drink honey hydrolyzed wine. Who wanted the waiter to stop at Yi Chen Outside the room.

"I."

"Impossible," Mo Nan enlightened. "What is our relationship, and I don't know how much you drink? Is it someone you just picked up at the bar?"

Just when Yi Chen wanted to drive people away, he heard a voice inside: "1-I can't help it!"

Yu Yan felt that he was going to vomit, and couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to retched as soon as he stopped.

The words drifted into the ears of others, and the taste was not right.

Hearing a male voice, Mo Nan became: "... seems to bother you?"

Yi Chen: "Just a friend."

"Which friend deserves you to go back and pick someone up?" Mo Nancheng enlightened. "Let's have a relationship with you? I was drunk in the bar last time, and you **** left me on the sofa without a word." People. "

Yi Chen said: "The owner of that hotel is your good friend."

"... It's different."

There was some movement in the bedroom, and Yi Chen was too lazy to talk to him again and closed the door directly.

With his intuition, Yu Yan ran rampant all the way and successfully found the built-in toilet in the bedroom. Holding the toilet was a vent.

After vomiting, he was much more comfortable. He coughed several times, heard the movement, turned his head and looked at him. 1 was standing at the door of the toilet looking at him with a towel.

Yi Chen stepped forward, pressed the flush button, and asked him condescendingly, "Done?"

"……Maybe."

The man stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up directly. The towel was politely rubbed into his mouth, and then he was brought to the washstand: "gargle."

Yu Yan felt that the tone of 1 suddenly became a bit heavy, which sounded fierce.

He obediently rinsed his mouth, returned to bed, and was stuffed with a glass of honey water.

"Drink up and sleep."

Yu Yan held the water glass: "What about you?"

"There are two rooms." The bed was already stained with alcohol, and he was going to sleep in another room.

Yu Yan drank the honey water and said, "So troublesome, you used to sleep in my ear."

Yi Chen stood up for a moment, and for a short while, he squinted and asked, "Sleep by your side?"

Yu Yan lay on the bed and looked at him without hesitation: "Yes."

"..." Yi Chen confirmed again, "Did you ever dream of me and sleep by your side?"

Yu Yan thought for a while, it was almost the same thing beside him and his ear.

He nodded. "Yes."

Yi Chen frowned slightly, his eyes sinking, as if understanding the meaning of this conversation.

They are at best only netizens, but the young anchor often dreams of him? Still dreaming that they sleep together?

No matter what you think ... it's not like a healthy dream.

Quiet for a while, Yu Yan was almost asleep, and his voice was much lower: "Why don't you talk?"

Although he looked drowsy, his eyes were on Yi Chen from beginning to end, and he did not waver. It was completely different from the small counselling bag that he had avoided in the bar.

An idea suddenly emerged from Yi Chen's heart, and he frowned, quickly pressing the idea back.

Look again, the little counselor has almost closed his eyes, a sleepy look.

Yi Chen was relieved. They were just netizens who had never met before. He really didn't need to think too much.

He got up and left, and when he reached the door, he raised his hand and turned off the light: "Sleep."

The room was instantly dark, and the air was still smelling wine.

Yu Yan felt that his eyelids were heavy, and the upper and lower eyelids seemed to have magnets attached, desperately trying to close them.

But he always felt that something was wrong, like something was missing.

Until the surroundings suddenly darkened, he finally remembered: "Wait!"

Yi Chen closed the door slightly and raised his hand to turn on the light again.

I saw the small anchor had sat up from the bed, he took his cell phone from the bedside table, and rummaged around, muttering in his mouth: "headphones ... headphones ..."

After a short while, he sighed. "Forget it."

As soon as Yi Chen was about to ask, he saw that he had opened a certain software in his mobile phone without knowing what to open. Then, the man's low voice sounded in the mobile phone—

"good. I'll wait for you."

"I'm not sweet. He's quite sweet."

"Yanyan? He's very good."

The master of the voice stood outside the door at this moment, a rare faintness appeared on his face.

Yi Chen hadn't responded yet, and saw the small anchor lower the volume, holding the mobile phone to his pillow with both hands, and the phone's audio hit directly to his auricle.

Then she fell asleep very naturally.

"..."

The person on the bed made a slight snoring sound, and Yi Chen finally recovered.

He looked at the sleeping person on the bed with a complicated expression, and the thought of just pressing back had grown into a towering tree at this time.

It wasn't until the music on the phone finished playing that he looped again, and he finally got action-

I saw him walked forward with a tangled look, and helped cover the quilt that had just been lifted accidentally.

... then turned off the "lovely love story between the small anchor and the big boss [second bomb]" being played by the other side.

With a tangled face, he turned away and closed the bedroom door softly. 2k novel reading network