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It was the hem of the sweater that was dirty and was blocked by the table. The two people on the opposite side were obviously drinking too much. Where did they notice this little situation.
Qi Yan was easily persuaded, nodded, and glanced at the wine glass that was filled in front of him, "Fu Ci, I should be a little drunk now and can't drink any more."
Fu Ci listened to his soft tone, but his expression was serious, but his heart melted, "Let's stop drinking."
He helped Qiyan finish the wine in the glass, then stood up with his arms around him, and said to the two people opposite: "Dad, Mom, Qiyan is drunk and his clothes are dirty, so he took him to rest."
Although Mother Fu drank a lot, she was not completely drunk. He looked at Qi Yan's blank look on the other side and knew that the child might be really drunk, so he nodded and replied, "I have prepared the guest room next to your room, and the rest I'll pack up, you guys have a good rest."
After he finished speaking, he blinked at Qi Yan, "Auntie will prepare breakfast tomorrow, and she will do what she says!"
Qi Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "Then I will trouble Auntie."
When he turned the corner, when no one was there, Fu Ci naturally supported Qi Yan's waist, fearing that he would fall.
But he pushed his hand away after praying, "I can walk by myself, you should pay attention to the influence."
Just now said goodbye to Fu Ci's parents cordially, and Qi Yan really couldn't be so close to his son behind his back.
Fu Ci couldn't, so he had to let him go, but when he passed the door of his room, he couldn't help but hug him into his arms, "I want to sleep with you..."
He never imagined that the two would sleep separately today, but Qi Yan kept saying that he wanted to avoid suspicion, and besides, his mother had already prepared the room, it was really difficult for him to abduct people away.
Sure enough, Qi Yan shook his head firmly, "I won't sleep in the same room with you."
Qi Yan entered the guest room, but when he saw Fu Ci coming in with him, he could not help frowning, "Fu Ci, your room is next to him."
"We can't spend another night in a separate space."
Qi Yan expresses his thoughts very bluntly.
Fu Ci originally planned to take care of people and leave after washing, but was aroused by Qi Yan's words. He leaned over to Qi Yan and pinched his soft face, "Why not?"
Qi Yan patted his hand as usual, and said solemnly, "You keep making trouble with me, I decided last night."
"Otherwise it's really hard to endure."
Fu Ci was startled by Qi Yan's straightforward words, and after reacting, he couldn't help laughing, "Haha, I see, I'll definitely pay attention this time."
Qi Yan didn't hear what he said, and went to the bathroom on his own.
His clothes were dirty and he smelled of alcohol, so he had to take a bath.
But he was a little weak, it was very difficult for him to stand up straight, not to mention taking off his clothes.
Qi Yan turned to look at the person who was leaning against the bathroom to watch the play, and walked slowly to him, raised his hand, "Help me."
Fu Ci worked hard to suppress the curvature of his mouth, listening to his righteous tone, inexplicably wanted to tease him, "Why should I help you?"
Qi Yan was stunned, as if he did not expect Fu Ci to ask such a question. After holding it for a long time, he turned around dejectedly: "Forget it, I can do it myself."
Even if he is drunk, he has dignity.
How could Fu Ci know that he could not help being so funny, he wrapped his waist from behind and coaxed: "No, I just asked casually, I thought there would be any reward?"
"But I'd be more than happy to do free work for you."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the hem of Qiyan's sweater and was about to take it off for someone, but someone held his hand, "It's paid."
Qi Yan looked at him fixedly, turned around suddenly, raised his head and kissed his chin, "Is this okay?"
He remembered that Fu Ci seemed to like kissing him very much.
"It's still not enough." Fu Ci seemed embarrassed, and wanted to coax people and ask for more benefits, but Qi Yan kissed him directly on the lips.
"So?" Qi Yan asked him seriously, "If it really doesn't work, forget it."
This is the maximum salary he can offer, and the price-performance ratio is too low.
Fu Ci realized what Qi Yan had done, and couldn't bear it any longer. He lowered his head and kissed Qi Yan's lips, "Okay, okay, I'll take it off for you."
So, Qi Yan raised his hand obediently and asked Fu Ci to help him take off his sweater, sweater, and the last shirt, and muttered, "I didn't help you, why am I getting paid?"
Fu Ci was about to be turned into cuteness by him. The drunken prayer completely exposed the temperament in his bones.
He rubbed Qi Yan's head and said with a smile, "I'm free, and I'm happy!"
After he finished speaking, he kissed Qi Yan's face in dissatisfaction, and bit his teeth.
Qi Yan covered his face in pain, glared at Fu Ci, and didn't want Fu Ci to help him take off his pants, "I can do the rest myself."
He couldn't tell the reason, he always felt that Fu Ci couldn't touch his pants.
"Can you help me prepare a change of clothes?" Qi Yan looked at the dirty clothes piled next to him in embarrassment, "These can't be worn."
A taste of wine, and dipping sauce.
"Yes, yes, I'm going to find clothes for my little ancestor now." He pinched Qi Yan's nose, "I happen to have new ones."
After he helped people find clothes, he couldn't enter the bathroom, so Qi Yan directly locked the bathroom door.
This is a subconscious habit in life.
Hearing the sound of the water inside, Fu Ci only felt itchy, but he had no choice but to turn on the heating more fully, "I put my clothes at the door, I'll remember to wear them later."
After he finished speaking, he had to go back to his room to take a shower, otherwise he would smell like alcohol, and this little ancestor probably wouldn't let him touch it.
When he came back from the bath, he saw Qi Yan was wearing his pajamas, sitting on the bed and folding his dirty clothes.
Fu Ci sighed and tucked the man into the bed, "I'm coming."
What is this obsessive-compulsive disorder?
Folding the clothes and putting them in a plastic bag, Fu Ci thought about rubbing the sweater soaked in the material first, so that it would not be washed clean when it was too late.