Return of the Cute baby

When Si Yue woke up, he was already lovelorn?

Si Yue thought about what happened yesterday. It seems that he went to a gay bar, and then he got drunk. What happened after that? He seems to vaguely remember that he ran away.

Where's the cell phone?

Si Yue looked around, "where's my mobile phone?"

"You don't have a cell phone?"

"..." Si Yue blinked, and then suddenly you remembered that he left his cell phone in Mufeng's office!

What should I do?

What's Mu Feng's phone number again?

His head hurts so much that he can't remember it.

But then he thought, why did he have to inform Mu Feng? Maybe now, he's sleeping with that man? Didn't he hinder them by calling?

Thinking of this, Si Yue looked at the girl, "little tea, can you lend me some money?"

“……”

"I'll pay you back. I don't have money with me, so I don't have the fare to go home," Si Yue immediately explained. "Or, I can draw a picture for you. I'm a painter. You can sell it with the picture. Although my best skill is oil paint, the sketch is also good!"

Si Yue thought, "although it's not so valuable, it can at least be enough for your pocket money for a year!"

Zhang Xiaocha stared, "are you a painter?"

Si Yue nodded, "my name is Si Yue. I don't know if you've heard of it!"

"You... You... You wait!" Zhang Xiaocha ran to one side, turned on the computer, and then entered the name of Si Yue in the browser. Suddenly, a lot of information poured in.

Probably speaking, he is a talented master of oil painting. Although no one outside knows what he looks like, his paintings are invaluable.

Zhang Xiaocha looked at the big boy in front of him, "you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Si Yue sat aside, picked up the pencil at the head of the bed and a piece of A4 paper, and drew at her.

Very skilled technique, a few lines will outline the outline of Zhang Xiaocha.

It's amazing.

In half an hour, a sketch has been completely drawn.

Very vivid, not only when the other party's appearance is drawn, but even her charm is drawn.

Zhang Xiaocha took the picture over and looked at the Secretary, "is two hundred enough?"

Two hundred yuan for a sketch is a sky high price for Zhang Xiaocha.

However, it's really too cheap to buy a painting painted by Si Yue for 200 yuan. If you sell it in the market, it's such a small one that you can sell for 200000.

Si Yue looked at the girl, looked at the narrow space around her, and knew that she was not rich. "Just give me 100 yuan, and Nancheng is not big. 100 yuan is enough for me to take a taxi back."

The girl put the money in his hand. "Can you tell me your phone number?"

The secretary was stunned, and then wrote down his telephone number. "Thank you for helping me last night."

"It's okay, I'm just passing by."

"I'm leaving. Bye!" Si Yue said goodbye to the girl and went out.

Outside, there is a lot of sunshine.

And in the sunshine, there was a man standing.

The slender body is tired, and the long flaxen hair is scattered disorderly. The whole person is decadent, and even there are some green gray stubbles around his mouth.

"Big brother?" Si Yue stared at him.

"Well," Mu Feng glanced at Si Yue and the woman next to Si Yue, "let's go and go home."

"But..."

Mu Feng turned back and stared at him with dry eyes. It seemed that he had reached the edge of anger.

Si Yue didn't speak, just followed him, head down very low.

Obviously, Mufeng didn't spend the night with those men. Seeing that he was so tired, should he have been looking for himself all night?

I feel guilty.

When he got on the bus, Mu Feng drove all the way without talking. No matter whether there was a red light in front or not, he ran all the way.

His mood has been extremely bad.

Si Yue didn't know what to say, so he sat quietly.

The two were speechless all the way to where they lived.

Mu Feng handed the key to Si Yue.

Si Yue caught him and got off. Mu Feng drove and disappeared in the distance!

Mu Feng's calming anger is rarely shown on his face. Moreover, he doesn't seem to be very angry. The anger he says is false. If there is something, he will solve it and never accuse anyone. Today, he is really angry, isn't he?

Si Yue came home, opened the door and lay on the sofa.

Angry... Okay?

At least, he hates him and doesn't like him. They can all live the most ordinary life. Isn't that good?

Si Yue closed his eyes and had a headache, but he couldn't sleep anyway.

Heart, very uncomfortable.

Inexplicable.

I don't know how long it took. Outside, there was a sound of opening the door.

Si Yue suddenly started his body and looked at Mu Feng with a smile on his face.

With the breakfast he bought in his hand and a beautiful smile on his face, he walked to Siyue as if nothing had happened and put the breakfast on the table.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" the voice was as gentle as ever. "You must have drunk a lot of wine yesterday. Come and drink some milk."

As if nothing had happened.

Si Yue didn't dare to look up at him. He just looked at his slender hand taking out breakfast.

"Brother, last night I......"

"I'm also a man. I can understand men's physiological needs. It's okay," Mufeng interrupted him. "Come on, eat first."

"Brother, you don't have to be so kind to me. I'm not worth it!" Si Yue looked at him stubbornly.

At that moment, Mu Feng's eyes burst out a strong anger, but he was pressed down, and the corners of his lips were still smiling.

"I don't mind if you slept with other women."

He doesn't mind. He's just jealous, crazy jealous.

After looking for him for a long time, he finally found that he was in a woman's house. He wanted to rush over and kill the woman. However, he held back.

Si Yue is a man. It's normal to need a woman at some time.

Moreover, he was also worried that if he interfered with him too much, he would feel disgusted, so Mufeng stood outside and endured it all night until they came out.

He advised himself all night and repeatedly told himself that what he wanted was the heart of Siyue. He didn't have to mind who his body belonged to temporarily. In this era, it's a ridiculous thing to keep his body.

But he just mind, mind to death!