It wasn't until the face of Xia Wan's face that he stunned God, and then raised his hand to exit the unsatisfactory half -cigarette smoke.

"Come back?" He asked, and said, "Did you play well?"

"Can I play?" Xia Wan murmured and walked in, "Isn't it the young master who said he would go home after eating?"

Huo Yu looked at him for a while and said, "So obedient?"

His response was slightly stunned, and he seemed to be drunk, but the reply was clear and looked like he was not drunk.

Xiawan put down the schoolbag and slowly approached. Pi smiled and said, "I'm not as double -standard as the young master, and others can drink and smoke."

"Is there any opinion?" Huo Yu said.

"Um." Xia Wan responded, looking down to observe Huo Yu's expression, and took out his mobile phone to secretly recording.

"No." Huo Yu answered particularly fast this time.

"Huh!" Xia Wan was so angry that he threw his phone on Huo Yu's desk.

But after a moment, Huo Yu unconsciously pulled the corner of Xiawan's shirt and said, "You can only show it to me."

"What can you only show you?" Xia Wan was a little funny. Huo Yu looked at him with an foreword and made him confirm that Huo Yu should be really drunk.

When he would cook a bowl of sober soup for the young master, he watched Huo Yu with a smile and waited for his answer.

Huo Yu looked at him for a moment, and his expression was very calm and sober. Just when Xia Wan thought he probably didn't know what he was talking about, Huo Yu suddenly spit out a word: "You!"

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Chapter 56 "Summer Evening." Huo Yu's voice was so dumb as if he spit out a strand of breath.

"I?" Xia Wan pointed at himself a little puzzled, and couldn't understand Huo Yu for a while, "What's wrong with me?"

Huo Yu leaned halfway on the back of the chair, looked up at him, and sliced ​​his throat slightly after a while, and spit out a word again: "You."

This time his voice became a little sinking, and it was even more determined.

This angle made him a handsome face, and Xiawan looked at him, and was a little lost for a while.

Talking only half, probably really drunk.

Xia Wan forcibly accepted his heart and bent down to people: "Master, let me cook a cup of sober soup?"

"Um." Huo Yu responded lightly, sitting upright like the initial, and said very gentleman, "Thank you."

Xia Wan reached out to get his mobile phone, only to find that the previous recording was still working.

It is useless to open a recording. He was frustrated. Who knows that Huo Yu was drunk and could not take advantage of it?

He closed the recording, opened the website again, and searched the sober soup while going downstairs.

Huo Yuping rarely drinks and has not been drunk, so this is the first time in Xiawan to cook sober soup.

He tossed in the kitchen for a long time before he got it, but when he brought the finally cooked sober soup upstairs, Huo Yu had fallen asleep.

The door of his room was very open, just like Xiawan's appearance when he went out, but people had moved from a chair to the bed, and slept right with his eyes.

Huo Yu was not the same as he was when he fell asleep. His eyebrows frowned slightly, and the corners of his eyebrows leaked without covering a tiredness, not as cold and calm as usual, and not as indestructible as usual.

The thin blanket was pulled to his waist, and the collar of the robe was half open, revealing the beautiful muscles and the scar that passed last time.

Xia Wan paused for a moment, and then put the sober soup on the bedside table lightly.

It was impossible to say why, his ghosts bent down his waist, pulled Huo Yu's half -open neckline a little larger, and carefully observed the old scar.

Although didn't know when it was left, it was obvious that Huo Yu must be hurt very seriously at the time.

Compared to the surrounding skin, the scar was reached straight down, and the surroundings were covered with sporadic and fine scars.

Xia Wan pursed his lips and raised his hand to touch it gently.

The scar bumpy rough feeling of rubbing his fingers, with the high temperature after Huo Yu's wine, was in sharp contrast to the cold wind behind the air -conditioned air -conditioning, so that Xia Wan couldn't help but accelerate his heartbeat in the cold and hot.

He pursed his lips, and his movement was slightly in his cage for Huo Yu. Perhaps the reason why he was not sure. Huo Yu's eyes suddenly opened and fascinated on his face.

Xia Wan's hand holding Huo Yu's placket's hand didn't feel tightly, and he looked at him nervously.

"Summer evening." Huo Yu's voice was dumb as if he spit out a strand of breath.

He raised his hand slightly and looked at him for a while, and finally did not hold back his strong drowsiness and alcoholic. His lifted eyelids and half -tailing hand slowly slid down at the same time.

When the lowest point sinking, if the corner of his lips was raised in disappear, his voice murmured very small: "You are here again."

Xia Wan was fortunate that Huo Yu didn't really wake up, and shocked his phrase "You are here again."

Thinking of the last time he couldn't help touching his chest, he quietly loosened Huo Yu's fingers.

The silk robe was folds on the silk robe, and Xia Wan was cautiously flattened a little bit, and then hurried out like a thief.

Huo Yu's room was covered with a carpet, and there was no obvious movement even if he walked faster.

But when walked to the door, Xia Wan stopped again.

He returned back, picked up his backpack that was originally thrown in Huo Yu's bedroom, and went to the bedside to touch the air conditioner remote control.

The temperature of the remote control is set on "18", no wonder the wind just blows so cold.

Xia Wan then noticed that the window of Huo Yu's bedroom was not closed.

Probably the heat outside the window came in, and the original temperature of the air conditioner could not meet the needs, and Huo Yu kept lowering the temperature.

Thinking of Huo Yu constantly pressing the remote control, Xia Wan felt inexplicably funny. He transferred the temperature to "25" degrees, and then closed the window and pulled the curtains to retreat.

Xia Chengzhang's unconventional incoming call was on the mobile phone.