Chapter 67: I painted it

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You Mian's voice was gentle and gentle, and the wine made his tone hoarse, which also made Pei Huaiji's heart tighten.

The boy didn't seem to think that Pei Huaiji would refuse, so this kind of rhetorical question sounded more like pampering and arrogance in Pei Huaiji's ears.

The back of Pei Huaiji's hot hand inadvertently touched You Mian, and the fireworks exploded in his heart in an instant.

"Yes." Pei Huaiji lowered his eyes and whispered, easily compromising.

You Mian, who got the answer, did not continue to give sugar, and Pei Huaiji also clearly saw the sleepiness in his eyes.

In the next second, I saw that the boy didn't say a word after inadvertently teasing Pei Huaiji, and directly lay down on his bed and buried his head in the soft pillow, his beautiful long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell asleep instantly.

Pei Huaiji's throat rolled heavily.

Pei Huaiji seemed to be a hunter with a gun who was lured by a deer and voluntarily stepped into the trap, standing alone in the pit at the moment and looking up at the direction where the prey ran away, anxious but helpless.

You Mian's side face was pressed against the soft pillow, and the flesh of his cheeks was slightly pressed to a depression, and his sleeping face was so stable that he had no sense of crisis.

In the dim light, Pei Huaiji saw the camera on the desk that was covered by his coat, and the man's jaw tensed for a moment.

He turned his head like a rainy night, staring at You Mian's side face for a long time.

Pei Huaiji loosened the buttons on the collar of his shirt, and his broad shoulders stretched out a strong aura in the night.

In the silence of the night, he just got up and stood by the window and sent a message to Vivian.

Pei Huaiji once again held back, restrained the predatory desires that swept over like waves, and paid tribute to his stable and orderly life.

Pei Huaiji frowned lightly after sending the message, and silently read the Anxin Welfare Home in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Pei Huaiji's eyebrow bones were sharpened by the moonlight.

He suddenly lit up his phone, picked up a Sudoku game with the highest number of downloads, and clicked to install it.

The next morning, when You Mian opened his eyes, Pei Huaiji was no longer in the room, he got up slowly to wash, put on a loose black sweatshirt that was not afraid of dirt, and then walked downstairs.

Last night's drunken conversation made the boy's ears red, but his expression alone was indiscerning.

The voices of Guan Tong and Huo Yanzhi came from the restaurant on the first floor.

The Japanese Breeze Cottage is flooded with light, and the sound of a slow stream can be heard in the front yard, and the fiery red maple leaves fall leisurely into the pool, causing countless ripples.

Guan Tong, who was chatting, immediately waved when he saw You Mian coming downstairs, "My dear! Did you sleep well last night? ”

Huo Yanzhi, who was facing away from Guan Tong, was stunned when he heard the sound, and his whole person tensed.

You Mian smiled, "It may be Mr. Pei's red wine to help him sleep, and he slept well." ”

Guan Tong's expression was hearty, and he pushed a glass of hot milk in the direction of You Mian, "Brother Yan and Nan Xiao went on a date, and I don't know where they went, so envious." ”

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