Yan Zhuo was supported by Shang Shi, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he swiped the phone with his fingertips. Shang Shi still shy away from it at first, he pursed his lips, and couldn't resist the temptation to glance at him. He felt guilty, so he only glanced briefly, and saw a photo of Yan Zhuo and another person on the screen. The two were on the same bed, The man was lying down, Yan Zhuo put his face close to the man.
Shang Shi's breathing stagnated for a moment, he bit his lower lip, his heart was on fire. Yan Zhuo swayed, and was about to fall to the side when he was tilted. Shang Shi came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to pull him. Yan Zhuo was a little confused from drinking, the lights in the room were dim, there was no difference between whether the wall lamps were turned on or not, everyone was an ugly black face in his eyes. Yan Zhuo struggled a bit, but he was a little powerless, and suddenly muttered, but Shang Shi couldn't hear him clearly, so he put his ear to his mouth.
In the noisy private room, no one noticed that someone had pushed the door and entered, Shen Ji stretched out his hand accurately to pull Yan Zhuo up in the crowd of staggering people, Yan Zhuo put his chin on Shen Ji's shoulder socket as if he had no bones, The familiar smell soothed his emotions, Yan Zhuo wrapped his arms around Shen Ji's waist, grabbed his suit jacket with his fingers, and whispered in Shen Ji's ear: "Shen Ji, you look so good in a suit. "
Shen Ji clasped Yan Zhuo's arm, glanced at the people in the room, and didn't see Ning Yao. He looked at the drunk and unconscious group of people and frowned, then his eyes paused slightly on Shang Shi's body. for a moment. Shang Shi was caught by his gaze, a little startled, lowered his head and squeezed his fingers, suddenly realized that he was the person on Yan Zhuo's phone wallpaper.
Shen Ji was wearing a suit, and looked out of place with everyone present, Shen Ji didn't say a word, his momentum was overwhelming, Yan Zhuo saw that he didn't move for a long time, so he called Shen Ji again.
Shen Ji carried him to the door of the bar. Yan Zhuo stopped after taking two steps. Yan Zhuo's hair was a little messy. good hair. Yan Zhuo squinted his eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said, "Shen Ji, I'm cold and can't walk."
While talking, he put his hands on Shen Ji's shoulders, Shen Ji slightly bent down and hugged him horizontally, Yan Zhuo hung his hands around Shen Ji's neck, breathing on Shen Ji's skin, sighed: "Shen Ji Ji you are so kind... "
Shen Ji glanced at the drunk man, and said, "Can you see who Shen Ji is?" Shen Ji knew the way Yan Zhuo called his name, but when Yan Zhuo was silent, he could even distinguish it clearly. Zhuo pestered the man in the bar to call his name. His emotions came out of nowhere, and Shen Ji was rarely agitated.
Yan Zhuo hummed, and said triumphantly, "I can recognize you anyway, if it's not you, who else... Don't change the subject."
Shen Ji laughed a little, and stuffed him into the co-pilot, he sat in the driver's seat, turned sideways and put on the seat belt for Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo said, "Shen Ji, don't treat me like an elder."
Yan Zhuo held it to heart, so he kept the grudge to this day, Shen Ji raised his hand to touch Yan Zhuo's forehead, and lowered the car windows to ventilate. On the way back, Yan Zhuo muttered softly, Shen Ji didn't understand what he said, after a while Yan Zhuo suddenly fell silent for a while, Shen Ji turned his head to look at him, seeing his eyes closed, he thought Yan Zhuo was asleep .
Shen Ji closed the car window, and Yan Zhuo suddenly said, "I can change it, except my age."
Shen Ji hummed and said, "If you can't change it, then don't change it."
The car drove downstairs to Shen Ji's house, Shen Ji opened the car door, Yan Zhuo threw himself on Shen Ji, fell halfway to the ground, Shen Ji quickly caught him, and said: "Your seat belt is not unfastened."
Yan Zhuo hung on nonchalantly, and said, "I'm not free, I'm afraid you'll slip away." Shen Ji doesn't compete with drunks, and compared to the sober Yan Zhuo during the day, the connivance on his face is hard to hide. He helped someone unbuckle the seat belt, carried him back home and put him on the bed, Yan Zhuo dishonestly put his arms around Shen Ji's neck and refused to let go, Shen Ji pulled him to bend down.
Yan Zhuo muttered looking for his phone, but refused to let go. Shen Ji pulled him up a bit and found the phone from Yan Zhuo's trousers pocket. After shaking, he said proudly: "The doorman downstairs saw this photo and let me in."
Shen Ji glanced at it, Yan Zhuo immediately locked the screen and said, "You definitely want to destroy the evidence."
Only the floor lamp beside the bed was turned on in the room. From Shen Ji's angle, he could see the corners of Yan Zhuo's mouth slightly raised. In an instant, he threw the phone aside and said, "I want to take a shower."
Yan Zhuo was making a fuss, hanging on his neck and refusing to move, Shen Ji carried him into the bathroom, rolled up his shirt to help him drain the water, tested the water temperature, and when he turned around, Yan Zhuo had already taken off his clothes. Later in the evening, the temperature was unavoidably low, and he might catch a cold, Shen Ji frowned and wrapped him in a bath towel, Yan Zhuo struggled unwillingly, and knocked his head against the door.
Yan Zhuo gasped in pain, he was a bit honest, he kept covering his forehead when he was carried into the bathtub, Shen Ji looked at his pitiful look, raised his hand to touch the back of his hand, and said: "It's broken." without?"
Yan Zhuo let go of his hands, put his forehead in front of Shen Ji, climbed up the pole and said, "Give me a blow."
His forehead was a little red, Shen Ji ignored his aggressiveness, squeezed some shower gel, and pulled him up, the corners of Yan Zhuo's eyes were a little red from the heat, Yan Zhuo leaned over and hooked Shen Ji's neck, but this time he rushed After a while, Shen Ji turned him around, Yan Zhuo could only face the wall, Shen Ji squeezed some shower gel into Yan Zhuo's hand.
Shen Ji said: "Paint it yourself."
Yan Zhuo was dissatisfied and tried to turn over, but he couldn't do what he wanted. He struggled again and again, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, and he applied the shower gel in a bad mood. Yan Zhuo said, "I can't reach the back." It was on his shoulders, and he refused to stretch back at all.
Another trick.
Shen Ji paused for a while, and stroked Yan Zhuo's back through the shower gel. It was already midnight after taking a shower, Yan Zhuo was already tired from the fuss, and fell asleep when Shen Ji was changing his pajamas. Shen Ji helped him cover the quilt, went to the side of the cabinet and took a bottle of medicinal wine, rubbed his forehead before lying down beside him and fell asleep.