"It's okay." Song Yan said lightly.

Gao Hongming squeezed Yan Zhuo's eyes, and Yan Zhuo understood, like a child who was pressed by the elders at home to say hello to relatives when he was a child.

He muttered: "Hello, Mr. Song..."

Song Yan nodded, and he said to Gao Hongming, "You talk, I'll go first."

As soon as Yan Zhuo arrived, he was going to leave. He didn't want to be in the same frame. Gao Hongming was blind. He stopped Song Yan and asked, "How about Yan Zhuo? He stays here every New Year's Eve and doesn't go home."

Song Yan refused: "No need."

Yan Zhuo didn't know what they were discussing, but Song Yan's outright refusal made him feel particularly uncomfortable. He knew that he shouldn't ask too much, and that instant flash talent was the best choice. But for so many days, he has been meddling with Song Yan's business, so he didn't think much about it and asked directly, "What's the matter?"

Song Yan refused, and Gao Hongming couldn't say more. He shook his head at Yan Zhuo: "No, nothing."

Strange to say, the whole nursing home knew that the two people in front of them had a good relationship, especially Yan Zhuo, who often clinged to Song Yan, stunned that Song Yan, the cold-faced king, was covered up. They also often tease Yan Zhuo in private, calling him "the king of cold noodles".

And now... Although don't know what happened in the middle, the relationship between the two is visibly rusty.

Gao Hongming speculated a little in his heart, it wasn't because Song Yan was too bad-tempered, Yan Zhuo was finally impatient.

This idea is not unreasonable, everyone can see what Song Yan was like when he first came to the nursing home.

The apex of the heart was filled with dense acid, and Yan Zhuo quietly retracted his prying eyes, thinking: Do you hate me so much?

He forced a smile and said, "Okay, I see. I'm honored to be able to take care of Mr. Song during this time."

At first glance, this sentence sounded endless, but Song Yan frowned almost invisible.

bid farewell.

It's like saying goodbye.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Yan Zhuo hurriedly said goodbye to them. After quickly passing the corner of the corridor, he leaned against the wall lonely.

Forget it, so be it.

Not everything can be as it should be, and not everything can be as it should be.

The consequence of being impulsive is that you don't even have to be friends. He should have thought of it earlier.

Who is to blame, no one is to blame.

It's right that he likes Song Yan, and it's also right that Song Yan doesn't like him.

Speaking of which, he is also not very promising. He has grown up so much that he has never liked anyone, so that he will be reluctant to take a look at it.

Chest tight, breathless.

After get off work, Yan Zhuo secretly bought a bundle of draft beer and went back to the dormitory to drink.

He hates alcohol, but he has to want to rely on it tonight.

I have to say that after two cups, the stagnation in his heart that has been simmering for a while is dissipated.

Otherwise, the ancients said: Why can only Du Kang solve the worries.

This is not true at all.

Yan Zhuo seldom drinks, and has no concept of his own alcohol intake, so he just pours it into his mouth. After a while, I felt dizzy and dizzy.

"Am I drunk," he said to himself. "That's nice."

very nice.

When you are drunk, you can stop worrying for a while, and when you are drunk, you can do whatever you want. Drunk... Is it possible to see the person you like in a dream, and then have a dream that the other person also likes you?

Maybe people are drunk and can really have unlimited courage.

In a trance, he seemed to really stumble to the door of 108.

Huh? 108?

This dream was too real, Yan Zhuo smiled, then stretched out his sinful hand and knocked on the door loudly.

Soon Song Yan's face appeared in front of him.

At this point, there was still a knock on the door. There was no one else but Yan Zhuo. Out of reason, Song Yan didn't want to open the door, but in the end, he sighed and opened the door resignedly. As a result, as soon as he opened the slit, he smelled a soaring wine smell.

As soon as the door opened, Yan Zhuo rushed forward, Song Yan was unprepared, and was hit with a full heart.

It's deadly. he thinks.

"What are you doing?" Song Yan said coldly, "Drink too much and run away like me?"

There's no reason to talk to someone who's drunk. Yan Zhuo didn't know what he was going to say, he could only see his mouth opened and closed.

I really want to kiss. Yan Zhuo thought, but no, not even in a dream, he has to respect Song Yan.

"I will control myself." Yan Zhuo muttered.

Song Yan frowned: "Control what?"

Too much control.

I can't disturb you, can't bother you, can't kiss you, can't hug you.

Yan Zhuo was suddenly buried in a huge sadness, and said with a crying voice: "I, I hate people who drink the most. It smells bad and looks ugly." He stared at Song Yan for a while, and then said aggrievedly: "But now I've become the person I hate the most."

"..." Yan Zhuo's words were clear and coherent. If it weren't for the strong taste of alcohol, Song Yan would almost suspect that he was pretending to be drunk.

A certain drunk had no intention of leaving, and extended his hand bluntly.

"I'll just touch it lightly," the drunkard whispered.

As a result, as soon as Yan Zhuo touched Song Yan's face, Song Yan grabbed his hand and took it away.

Song Yan sighed softly, and helped Yan Zhuo to the bed, letting him lie down.

To be honest, he really wanted someone to send Yan Zhuo away. But for some reason, he couldn't do it.

In case Yan Zhuo yelled and yelled during the delivery process, then you don't have to think about it, Yan Zhuo's love for him will be known to everyone within two days.

Song Yan didn't want this.

Song Yan's bed was very comfortable, and the pillows were filled with his scent. Yan Zhuo sat up abruptly, wrapping his hands around Song Yan's neck, holding him to life and death.

Song Yan was nearly suffocated by him, grabbed his hand and gritted his teeth: "Release."

"No! No!" Yan Zhuo burst into tears, and he said, "Wuwuwuwuyou...why don't you like me, what's wrong with me. It's just because I'm not a girl, I don't have a chest or a butt, right?woo woo woo..." He burped: "Even if you don't like me, you can't hate me, you hate me... woo woo, what should I do, where can I go to stay away from you, I don't know what to do?somewhere to go..."