After Jian Rong hit the wall several times, Lu Baiyuan helped him to wash his hands and face, and then took him out of the toilet.

The person in his arms is very light, and Lu Baiyuan can hold it with one hand.

Jian Rong could no longer see the road, so he couldn't help groaning twice because of the headache.

"Uncomfortable?" Lu Baiyuan asked.

"No." Jian Rong's mouth was stubborn. After finishing his mouth, he said, "...I haven't pulled the chain of my pants."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to stand still and zip his pants, but he slumped and bumped his shoulder with a passerby.

The man was bumped for no reason, smelled the wine again, frowned and raised his head and wanted to scold: "Fuck you..."

Jian Rong was drunk and refused to admit defeat, so she preemptively said, "Who are you scolding?"

Disagreement is dissatisfaction, but the voice is soft and has no confidence at all.

The man was startled at first when he saw his face, then looked up at his hair and was startled again.

Lu Baiyuan pressed Jian Rong's face and broke his head back to his side.

Brother Ding had already gone to the checkout and asked him to leave after receiving Jian Rong, so he was wearing a mask and hat at this time.

Lu Baiyuan said lightly: "He's drunk, sorry."

After speaking, he helped the person to leave quickly.

The man behind him still stayed where he was. His expression was shocked. After a few seconds, he suddenly came back to his senses. He took out his mobile phone and slapped the back in front of him!

In the middle of the night, the fathers and fans of "Soft Bar" were lighting cigarettes with their legs crossed, and in the post bar, they missed the simple and beautiful days when they fought with their sons in the past.

A post quietly popped up on the homepage—

Title: [Fuck I saw a real person in a hot pot restaurant! ! ! 】

Content: [[Picture][Picture] I didn't have time to take a photo of my face! But it's definitely him, look at this back, this hair, this height and body shape... everyone should be able to recognize it, right? 】

[1L: Damn, he came from the dwarf kingdom? Who is supporting him, his own father? 】

[Landlord: It's not like, it feels quite young. 】

[32L: He was beaten? Being carried away like this? 】

[Landlord: I am drunk, my face seems to be thinner, and I feel that my whole person has no energy. 】

[158L: Fool who didn’t learn well at a young age, went to get drunk? ? 】

[266L: Damn, why is this idiot having such a miserable life, can't he live without his father's gift? Really worthless... Who knows his Alipay? 】

[268L: How long will it take for him to go to work? Won't starve to death before then? 】

[399L: The pomegranate is on the air. He is familiar with the little idiot. Let’s go and ask the brothers together. 】

Back at the base, Lu Baiyuan carried Jian Rong back to the room.

Jian Rong fell asleep in the car. Lu Baiyuan just helped him take off his coat when the phone in Jian Rong's pocket suddenly rang.

After ringing several times in a row, worried that there was something urgent, Lu Baiyuan clicked to connect.

"Why did you answer the phone?" The person on the other end hurriedly said, "Where are you now? I heard—"

"He fell asleep." Lu Baiyuan lowered his voice and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, his clothes were pulled by someone, and then they were held in his hands.

Jian Rong closed her eyes and murmured, "My pants chain... I didn't pull it properly..."

"It's done." Instead of arguing with the drunk, Lu Baiyuan coaxed him. Then he said to the phone: "If you have anything, you can call me tomorrow."

The phone hung up, Shiliu held the phone with the speaker turned on, and watched the Soft water friends who were frantically swiping question marks in his live broadcast room, and it took a long time to find the voice——

"No... I don't know who it is, but the voice is inexplicably familiar..."

"It can't be his father, and he doesn't have a brother."

"No no no! Soft is not gay, really not! What nonsense?"

"Your private life is messed up, your whole family's private life is messed up!"

...

the next day.

Jian Rong woke up with a splitting headache.

He buried his face in the pillow and emptied his head for a while, before struggling to touch his mobile phone from the table.

Then saw a full screen of messages.

Most of them were sent by pomegranate, and the words were densely packed together. He was a little too lazy to read it, so he clicked on the post bar website sent by the other party first.

As soon as walked in, saw a photo.

The photo was a little blurry, and he had to squint to see it clearly.

After seeing it clearly, Jian Rong smiled.

The photo is of two backs. The person on the left is already drunk into a pool of mud. He is being carried away completely. His head is about to drop to the ground. His legs are not stable at all. .

What a fool.

He looked down, and this one was similar to the previous one, the only difference was that the man on the left raised his head slightly, revealing his blue hair.

Jian Rong's smile froze.

ah?

Oh.

Turns out it was me that idiot.

He maintained a stiff smile, trying to identify who was on the right.

...there's no fucking need to argue.

Jian Rong's smile disappeared completely, the phone slipped onto the pillow, and he didn't pick it up.

He stared stubbornly at a certain place, and with a terrified face he began to try to remember yesterday's events.

"Whoosh" suddenly flashed in Jian Rong's mind.

Crisp, fast, and with a little echo that is unique to toilets.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of slender hands appeared in my memory, and there was a mole on the tiger's mouth on the right hand.

The hand slowly reached under him, and then helped him pull up the chain of his pants.

Jian Rong: "......"

Pull it up, pants chain?

Jian Rong took a deep breath and thought about it again without believing in evil.

After a long time, Jian Rong got up with a dignified face, endured the headache, found the contract signed yesterday from the cabinet, and glanced at the amount of the breach.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand...

eight digits.

Jian Rong closed her eyes in despair.

...Fuck, can't afford to pay.