Gu Ye half-smiled and looked at Ah Xing who was standing in front of him. He knew in his heart that it was impossible to take Qiao Yang back to his home to take care of him under such circumstances.
After all, Ah Xing was from Qiao's family, so he really couldn't treat him with a tough and domineering attitude like he treated Mo Yu.
Qiao Yang stood swaying, half of his body weight resting on him, his voice vaguely urged Gu Ye: "...Let's go, go to your house and play the piano."
Gu Ye supported him and coaxed softly: "It's too late today, how about we play again tomorrow?"
Being rejected, Qiao Yang was very dissatisfied, but he didn't make trouble. He frowned quietly and looked at Gu Ye.
He was drunk, his brain was in a semi-conscious state.
Some emotions accumulated in my heart cannot be spoken out, and I just want to vent by doing something.
Playing the piano is the best way.
He looked at the person who stopped him unhappily, his slightly thin lips pursed tightly, the end of his eyes drooped, a look of grievance.
With a silent temper tantrum, he was a completely different person.
Gu Yeming knew that he was drunk and making trouble, but he couldn't help but soften his heart.
The man he liked, even when he was drunk, was not noisy or noisy, and he was more obedient than usual.
Gu Ye raised his hand to caress his forehead, and the hot temperature came from the palm of his hand.
He patiently coaxed him: "You have a fever now and you are not feeling well and need to rest. Let's play again when you are healed, okay?"
The wide palm covered the entire forehead, the cool touch was very comfortable, and Qiao Yang's dissatisfied expression subsided slightly.
He paused for a while and suddenly asked, "Then, can you rest tonight?"
Gu Ye's heart suddenly twitched. He didn't expect Qiao Yang to remember playing the piano for him in such a confused situation.
Obviously it was just a lie, a selfish lie who wanted to be alone with him.
He was happy, but jealous.
I am jealous that Qiao Yang can be so attentive to someone who is just a friend.
But there is a vague expectation, what kind of attitude will such a person who attaches great importance to if he treats his lover.
The hand holding Qiao Yang's arm tightened slightly, and he was still coaxing a child: "If you're sick, I can rest in peace, so you rest first, eh?"
Qiao Yang seemed to be persuaded by him, he nodded lightly: "Okay."
Gu Ye put one arm through Qiao Yang's arm and put the person in his arms. Coupled with Qiao Yang's weakness, he leaned on him relaxedly.
In A Xing's eyes, it was as if Gu Ye was hugging his third young master, and the two of them were leaning against each other.
And the conversation between the two people sounded so boring.
Where is it like home
It's more intimate than friends.
A Xing was secretly surprised: It turns out that the third young master has such a good relationship with President Gu
Gu Ye persuaded Qiao Yang, and then instructed A Xing: "Qiao Yang should have a fever, you go to my house to get a thermometer, my assistant is at home."
"what?"
Ah Xing hesitated.
He was actually ordered to do things to his family? Does he want to listen
Looking at the abnormal redness on Qiao Yang's face, it does look like he has a fever. He was in a hurry: "Okay, then, I'll trouble you to take care of the third young master first, and I'll be right back."
Saying so, he hurried out.
Gu Ye remembered the room where Qiao Yang changed his clothes the last time he came.
After A Xing left, he bent down slightly, put his other arm on Qiao Yang's hips, hugged Qiao Yang with a little force, and walked steadily to the bedroom.
The sudden dangling and weightlessness of his body made Qiao Yang exclaimed softly, and his hands instinctively grasped Gu Ye's arms.
This feeling of being held by someone is too unfamiliar, and I don't know how to react for a while.
He looked at Gu Ye in astonishment and confusion: "You, how are you..."
Gu Ye looked at him with a slow and soft voice: "You are sick, so you can feel more comfortable."
Qiao Yang didn't struggle. He clenched the fabric of Gu Ye's arms tightly with both hands and nodded hesitantly, "Yes."
When he was placed on the bed in the bedroom, he also looked at Gu Ye quietly, as if he was still thinking about something.
Qiao Yang's room is very simple, but very clean.
The quilts and pillows on the bed are all pure light gray tones, which look simple and comfortable. Occasionally, there is a faint fragrance of jasmine in the air, which is elegant and pleasant, refreshing.
On the wall by the floor-to-ceiling windows is a desk with only a computer and a few composing equipment, as well as an electronic keyboard with various buttons that take up a little space.
The bookshelves were empty, with only a few books like sheet music.
There are not many clothes in the wardrobe. Several suits are hung in the innermost part, with casual clothes and home clothes in the middle.
Gu Ye pulled out a set of gray and white plaid pajamas he wore last time, and asked Qiao Yang, "Can I change clothes myself, or do you want me to help you?"
Qiao Yang didn't speak, maybe it was because he was half-lying on the comfortable big bed, and strong sleepiness and tiredness hit him.
He took the clothes that Gu Ye handed him, rolled them into a ball and held them in his arms, but didn't want to move.
A Xing came back at this time, holding a forehead thermometer in his hand, and he screamed: "Third young master, take your temperature quickly."
As he spoke, he held the handle and aimed it at Qiao Yang's forehead.
The red light of the forehead thermometer flashed through his eyes, Qiao Yang seemed to think that this was a dangerous thing, and his always confused eyes suddenly became alert to Ling Jie.
He ducked for a moment and glanced at A Xing coldly.
Just this glance made A Xing stop, and the fear that was dominated by the third young master in the past was awakened. Frightened, his little heart jumped, and he took a step back, trying to explain:
"I, I want to take your temperature."
"I'll still come."
Gu Ye took the thermometer from A Xing, he sat down beside Qiao Yang's bed, put a hand on his forehead again, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, just take your temperature to see if you have a fever, OK?"
The vigilance and sharpness in his eyes were gradually put away, replaced by a gradually soft and doubtful look.
Gu Ye's palm slipped a little and fell from his forehead, covering the man's confused eyes. Blocked the light and forehead gun that would make him feel scared.
The other hand quickly raised the forehead thermometer and held it in front of the forehead for a few seconds.
After an electronic beep, the LCD screen displays: 38.9c.
"So high. I really have a fever, what can I do?"
A Xing was shocked, and quickly took out his mobile phone: "I will contact Mr. Qiao immediately and tell him that the third young master is sick. Let him send a family doctor over."
The young master in the family was sick and reported to the master and contacted the doctor. This was the most accurate judgment from A Xing's standpoint.
Gu Ye's light words stopped Ah Xing who was about to call: "It's so late, you want to toss Uncle Qiao and the others, no one can rest well?"
A Xingyi thought: It seems a little too moved to fight.
He was embarrassed with his mobile phone: "but, the third young master has a fever."
Gu Ye: "Qiao Yang's current condition is only a fever, and the most important thing is to rest. Someone will take care of him tonight. It's good that nothing else happens."
"If you call now, it will only make everyone worry in vain. Mr. Qiao and the others will bring the doctor to toss, and even Qiao Yang will not be able to rest well tonight."
"This, this is also true."
A Xing was embarrassed by his hair. He felt that what Gu Ye said was very reasonable. He asked, "Then, what should we do now?"
He has only just arrived on the first day. If something happens to the third young master, they must not scold him to death.
Gu Ye glanced at him lightly, and his voice was calm:
"Qiao Yang has drank too much, and now he can't take medicine casually. Fortunately, there are no other symptoms, so let's try physical cooling first."
He also instructed Axing: "Go to my house again and ask the assistant to find out if there is any antipyretic sticker at home, and if there is none, go out and buy some back."
A Xing has now completely convinced Gu Ye, and the third young master seems to only let him take care of him.
He nodded and said, "Yes, yes."
After leaving A Xingzhi, Gu Ye pulled the pajamas out of Qiao Yang's arms and whispered, "Qiao Yang, change your clothes, it's uncomfortable to sleep in a suit, and it smells of alcohol, doesn't it smell bad? "
Qiao Yang nodded slowly, raised his hand and started to unbutton his suit and shirt.
The fatigue and drowsiness of his brain after drinking made him move very slowly and sluggishly. I couldn't even undo a small button on the top of my shirt.
He struggled to solve it, but to no avail.
Finally, he spread his hands and looked at Gu Ye like a helpless child, his eyes soft like a helpless child.
Gu Ye was sitting beside him. He suppressed his voice and deliberately asked him, "Do you want me to help you?"
Qiao Yang nodded, and raised his neck slightly naturally, revealing the smooth curve of the neck and the button of the shirt tightly buttoned on it.
Gu Ye sat and leaned beside him. He reached out to help him unbutton the top button of his shirt.
The closer the two were, the clearer they could see.
The man's handsome facial features and fair skin looked extra soft under the dim light at the head of the bed.
The smooth hair also shone a little under the light, and even the thin layer of fluff on the cheeks was dyed a soft dim yellow.
Gu Ye's hands are very large, and he has never unbuttoned others.
The slightly clumsy fingers were carefully used in the narrow space at Qiao Yang's neck.
Focused and attentive.
Qiao Yang's eyes were a little blurry, and his brain paralyzed by alcohol couldn't tell what was going on.
He only knew a man much taller than him who was taking care of him.
The man is very handsome, and you can see his tough wrists when you look down, the strong arms that are faintly visible under the fabric of the clothes, and the broad chest that makes him look powerful.
But he speaks very gently and moves very gently, which makes people want to trust him and rely on him.
I even wanted to find some comfort from him to soothe the emotions in my heart that made him sad.
The man's hands are very cold, and the fingertips touch the hot skin from time to time with the movement, which is very comfortable.
Qiao Yang finally couldn't help lowering his head, and rubbed the back of the man's hand with the softest piece of skin on his neck with his lower jaw.
Then rubbed again.
Like a kitten seeking coquettish and comforting, it is well-behaved and wants to be naughty.
Gu Ye's hand suddenly stiffened, he stopped all movements, raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Yang in surprise.
Qiao Yang is smiling, Danfeng's eyes are slightly bent, his eyes are bright and clear, and his figure is reflected in the pupils in the depths of the pupils.
At this moment, the man's eyes are only him.
It was as if my heart was suddenly clenched and held my breath. It was like being scratched by something, making him so unbearable that he tried to hold back certain emotions.
It took Gu Ye a long time to let out a long breath.
He couldn't help raising his hand, and the slightly trembling fingertips gently caressed the skin on the back of his hand. As expected, soft and smooth.
His voice was suppressed and hoarse: "...Don't make trouble, be good."
He didn't dare to do too outrageous actions, he knew that drunk people actually had memories. After sobering up, I will slowly remember everything that happened now.
He hoped that Qiao Yang could remember that he took the initiative to show this memory tonight, and hoped that he himself would understand the hidden meaning in it.
Qiao Yang really stopped making trouble, quietly watching the man undress him and take off his suit jacket and shirt. All that remains is a white vest.
Without the obstruction of the coat, the man's body temperature and the smell that belonged to him were instantly released around him, surrounding Gu Ye, making him seem to be immersed in the paradise of only two people, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Under the pure white cotton vest is the outline of the man's chest and abdomen, thin but not thin.
The exposed arms are covered with a thin layer of muscle, and the curves are smooth and gentle.
Under the dim light, the man's reddish cheeks, fair skin, and youthful and energetic body interpret what charm is.
Because he was leaning on the bed halfway, the two clearly visible collarbones connected to the neck with two shallow dimples.
If there is a place where you can put red wine, you can let the people who go up to drink it sink into a lifetime, drunk and dreaming.
Gu Ye took a heavy breath, his flickering eyes staggered from under his collarbone.
His hand stretched out to the man's waist, and his hot and trembling fingertips wanted to hook the metal buckle on the man's slender waist.
The moment the belt buckle was touched, Qiao Yang suddenly became conscious. The brain automatically issued a warning, reminding him that there seemed to be some kind of danger coming.
He sat up straight in an instant, Qing Jun's face was tensed, and his clear eyes stared at Gu Ye in silent resistance.
Gu Ye stopped, he withdrew his hand, stood up from the bed, and took a few steps back.
Give the man a safe distance and ask him softly, "Do you want to come by yourself?"
Qiao Yang nodded, but didn't move.
Gu Ye put the pajama pants in his hand, turned his body, turned his back to him and didn't look at him, his voice was soft and hoarse:
"You can call me when you need help."
Behind him came the sound of getting up, the sound of the metal buckle being unfastened, the sound of the pants falling to the ground...
Gu Ye stood motionless, imagining the scenery behind him with his voice.
It wasn't until Qiao Yang said, "Okay." He turned around.
Qiao Yang also put on his shirt, but it was crooked, not as neat and neat as he used to be.
Gu Ye laughed and tried to stretch out his hand to smooth him out, but Qiao Yang didn't hide this time.
The voice of A Xing coming back came from outside.
He ran back to the bedroom, tired and panting, raised the antipyretic sticker in his hand, and said, "Mr. Gu, you don't have this at home, I bought it from the convenience store in the community."
Gu Ye took it and said, "I'm coming, you can rest."
"Um."
But where does Ah Xing dare to rest? He stood by, wiping off a sweat, and breathing slowly.
He watched Gu Ye coax the third young master to lie down, and the third young master just lay down in the bed.
Seeing Gu Ye tore off a white antipyretic sticker and put it on his forehead, he remained motionless, quiet and obedient.
Seeing that Gu Ye's movements were very light and careful, after sticking it, he carefully flattened the surrounding four corners with his fingertips.
The slight cool feeling from the forehead relieves the hot head and the headache after drinking. Qiao Yang slowly closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.
A Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He smiled at Gu Ye and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gu, for taking care of our third young master here. I'll leave the rest to me. It's getting late. You should go back and rest."
Gu Ye, who was ordered to be expelled again: ...
He really didn't stay here to take care of Qiao Yang's position and identity.
But he was reluctant to leave, the quiet man on the bed, every breath he took, had a huge attraction, attracting him to stay.
He wanted to be by his side and watch him sleep comfortably, while his fever subsided safely.
He glanced at Ah Xing who politely drove him away, squatted beside Qiao Yang's bed again, and asked softly tentatively:
"Qiao Yang, I'm home, can you do it alone? Or... want me to take care of you?"
The voice is slow and soft as usual, with coaxing and persuasion, and a sense of security that makes people want to rely on.
Qiao Yang was already sleepy to the extreme, when he heard his voice, he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't fully open them because he was too sleepy.
His heart was empty and he was looking for something to fill.
At this moment, the gentleness of a man is exactly what he wants to crave.
He didn't want the man to leave.
Qiao Yang overcame the brain's instructions to put him to sleep, overcame the weak muscles and nerves, stretched out his hand with all his strength, and grabbed the man's arm lying flat by the bed.
His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his voice was muffled: "…stay a little longer, okay?"
After speaking, he fell asleep, and his released hand was still on the man's sleeve.
Gu Ye chuckled and replied in a low voice, "Yes."