Qiao Yang asked Gu Ye to stay, although it was drunk, it was also the young master's order.
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So what should he do now
Gu Ye took care of the third young master very carefully just now, and the third young master seems to have a good relationship with him. But he couldn't put an outsider in the third young master's house for one night.
I don't worry about being rude to President Gu.
He scratched his head in annoyance, and after discussing it, he asked Gu Ye in general, "Then, are we both here to guard?"
After he finished speaking, he pulled up a chair and sat down on the bedside, staring at Gu Ye with big eyes.
Gu Ye:…
The paradise that belonged only to him was invaded by outsiders, disturbing his tranquility and comfort.
What's even more unpleasant is that the breath of the man he wants to monopolize will be smelled by another man.
When he was thinking about how to drive people out, the sound of the door being opened came from outside.
It was Mo Yu who came back with a half-human-high guitar behind him.
Standing at the entrance, he looked at the two men who came out of Qiao Yang's room in surprise, and asked three times:
"Who are you? Why are you here, Mr. Gu? Where's Qiao Yang?"
A Xing made a booing gesture with him and explained in a low voice, "Are you Mr. Mo Yu? I am A Xing from the Qiao family's old house. Mr. Qiao sent me to take care of your life."
"The third young master has a fever after drinking. President Gu was here to help take care of him just now."
"Qiao Yang is ill? Is it serious?"
Mo Yu asked worriedly.
He quickly put down the guitar and wanted to see Qiao Yang's situation, but was blocked by Gu Ye.
Gu Ye looked at him lightly: "It's just that he was drunk and caught a cold, and now he's asleep, you better not disturb him."
Mo Yu: …
He has nothing to say about Gu Ye, who is extremely possessive and always takes him as a rival in love.
He asked Ah Xing, "Is Qiao Yang seriously ill?"
A Xing: "At present, there are no other symptoms except fever. And the third young master said that Mr. Gu should stay here before going to bed, so..."
He glanced at Gu Ye and explained it to Mo Yu in a bit of embarrassment.
In A Xing's eyes, Mo Yu was a friend who lived with Qiao Yang. Moreover, he also heard today that Mr. Qiao and the eldest young master praised Mo Yu for being very good.
So he automatically classified Mo Yu as his own.
Mo Yu almost understood, and he persuaded A Xing: "It's getting late, you go to rest first, Qiao Yang can have me and President Gu."
A Xing: "But..."
Mo Yu smiled: "Qiao Yang and we are both friends, and we are used to living together and taking care of each other."
"You'll be fine while you're here. Let's go to rest. I have to do things that need your help tomorrow."
"The innermost bedroom is empty, you go to sleep first tonight."
"Hey, okay."
Ah Xing was really sleepy: "Then, if there is anything, you can call me up."
After A Xing left, Gu Ye in the living room looked at Mo Yu lightly, he didn't need to say anything, Mo Yu could understand what he meant.
But he couldn't compromise either.
A Xing was worried that when Gu Ye looked at Qiao Yang, he regarded him as a guest and felt inappropriate.
But he knew that Gu Ye liked Qiao Yang, but he didn't express it directly. He is trying his best to win Qiao Yang's heart.
Qiao Yang did have a good impression of Gu Ye, and even had a bit of reliance on him, but he didn't like that.
In this case, he wouldn't rest assured to put Gu Ye in the unsuspecting Qiao Yang's room for one night.
After all, Gu Ye is too scary.
He said, "Mr. Gu, you can stay in Qiao Yang's bedroom, but you can't close the door. I'll stay in the living room tonight to watch. If there's any movement in Qiao Yang, I'll go in and see."
The silent oppression from Gu Ye made him feel guilty and afraid, but there was also a bit of warning in the tone of his strong support.
The meaning is clear: before Qiao Yang doesn't like you, don't think about doing anything to Qiao Yang.
Gu Ye looked at him lightly and said in a low voice, "You can't imagine how much I cherish him."
"That's good."
Mo Yu's tense body slackened slightly, and the palms of his hands were frightened by cold sweat.
He continued: "Also, thank you Mr. Gu for helping me arrange a new residence. I will move there in a few days."
Gu Ye lost a sentence: "They are all friends, they should be."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
The door to the room could not be closed, and there was a night watchman outside. But this space finally belongs to two people.
Gu Ye turned off the bedside lamp, and the room fell into darkness and silence. The only sound that could be heard was the man's even and steady breathing.
Adapting to the darkness of the room, the light from the living room spilled in from the open bedroom door, allowing him to see the man's sleeping face clearly.
The handsome face buried between the pillow and the quilt became whiter and softer. His eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his long and narrow eyes had a nice arc.
Just frowned, indicating that he was not very comfortable sleeping.
Gu Ye sat gently in front of his bed, rubbing and pressing around the temples on both sides of the man with the pulp of his index finger.
The sleeping face became more calm and peaceful, and the people who looked at him also showed a reassuring and soft smile.
Gu Ye couldn't help but lightly rubbed the man's handsome face with the back of his hand, and then slid across his cheeks, past his slightly open thin lips.
There was a soft, moist touch on the back of his hand, like being kissed gently.
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When Qiao Yang woke up, it was dawn. The faint light alternated between day and night, spilling into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.
He snorted uncomfortably, reached out and rubbed his sore temple, frowned and turned over to sit up.
When I was recalling what happened yesterday, a low and soft voice sounded beside me: "Are you awake?"
Qiao Yang turned his head to look at the sound and saw the man sitting on the chair beside the bed. The room was dimly lit, and the light from the tablet screen in the man's hand shone on his handsome face.
I can see more clearly the concerned look and the soft smile in those beautiful peach blossom eyes.
Qiao Yang looked around the room and was confused for a while before asking, "Gu Ye? Why are you here with me?"
Gu Ye sat in the chair, looked at him and said, "You had a fever when you came back last night, and you told me to stay here with you."
Then he smiled and asked: "Why, when you run out of me, forget me?"
Joe Yang: ? ?
He let Gu Ye stay to take care of him
His memory remained after the banquet at the Qiao family, when he insisted on coming back, and Qiao Jin sent A Xing to bring him back.
After that...
There are only sporadic fragments in the brain, and the pain is endless, and I really can't remember much.
Gu Ye came over: "Don't think about it, come, take your temperature first."
While Qiao Yang was frowning and pondering with his messy hair, Gu Ye covered his eyes with one hand, and his eyes were dark.
It's just the large warm and soft palm, the inexplicable familiarity that reassures him.
Made him forget to react.
After an electronic sound, the palm covering the eyes was immediately removed.
Gu Ye looked at the display of the thermometer with a natural expression and a flat tone: "37.8c, it's okay, it's a little bit better than last night. What's wrong now?"
Qiao Yang was rhythmically driven by him, and replied stunnedly: "... I have a headache, and my stomach is also uncomfortable."
Gu Ye: "Want to eat?"
Joe Yang shook his head.
Gu Ye: "I'll go get you a glass of water first."
After the person left, the room fell silent, and Qiao Yang slowly had time to think.
So, after he came back from Qiao's house last night, he had a fever, and then did Gu Ye take care of him all night
In the living room, Mo Yu saw that Gu Ye went to the kitchen to pour water and knew that Qiao Yang was awake.
He walked in quickly, looked at Qiao Yang sitting in front of the bed, and asked worriedly, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Qiao Yang was still trying to remember what happened last night. He asked, "What happened last night? Why is Gu Ye here?"
Mo Yu: "I don't know. When I came back, Ah Xing said that you were drunk and had a fever."
"Again...you want President Gu to stay."
Joe Yang: …
He really let Gu Ye stay here.
Mo Yu said to him: "I have wanted to persuade you for a long time. In the future, you should drink less bars and hurt your body more."
Qiao Yang sighed: "Well, I'll try my best to control it."
But you can't always control it.
Gu Ye brought in a cup of prepared warm water and a cup of warmed milk. He first handed the warm water to Qiao Yang: "Drink first."
Then he squinted at Mo Yu.
Mo Yu stood up wisely and said, "I'm relieved to see that you're all right. I'll go to bed for a while, and you can talk."
The water temperature is just right, warm and warm, moisturizing the dry throat and relieving the discomfort of the stomach.
As soon as Qiao Yang finished drinking, a glass of hot milk was stuffed into his hand again, which was warmer than the water temperature, just enough to warm his stomach in his arms.
Qiao Yang didn't drink, he leaned on the bed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I made you not rest last night."
Gu Ye raised the tablet computer in his hand: "It's okay, I often stay up late. I just have to deal with some things."
"The main reason is that you burned a lot last night, and I'm afraid that something will happen in the middle of the night after drinking."
He pouted again, slightly disgusted: "Also, the A Xing you brought back doesn't seem to be able to take care of people."
Mo Yu, who passed by in front of the bedroom:…
Gu Ye, a man who can blow the wind on the pillow.
Qiao Yang smiled and said, "Thank you, Gu Ye. You don't have to worry about me in the future, I will take care of myself."
He looked at Gu Ye with sincere thanks in his eyes.
Gu Ye wanted to rub his messy head, but he held back.
With an indifferent look, he said, "You're welcome, maybe I'll need your help that day. It's still early, do you want to rest for a while?"
Qiao Yang drank the milk in the cup, put down the cup, patted Gu Ye's arm, and said with a smile:
"Thank you, brother, it's not dawn yet, you should go home and sleep for a while, I'm fine now."
He saw Gu Ye say slowly, "Okay."
Then Gu Ye turned around and left, and at the moment when he was about to step out of the bedroom, Qiao Yang suddenly felt a trace of nostalgia. He couldn't help but shouted at him: "Hey"
The man turned around and looked at him with some doubts: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Yang was at a loss: what are you doing to stop Gu Ye
He paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth and said, "...It's okay, I, I'll go to your house tonight and play the piano for you."
Gu Ye nodded with a smile: "Okay."
Qiao Yang got into the bed again, a glass of warm water and hot milk relieved the discomfort of his body and brain, and gradually weakened.
Close your eyes and slowly recall, the memories of last night are revived little by little, and replayed in your brain like a movie.
He remembered that he was going to Gu Ye's house to play the piano, and Gu Ye patiently coaxed him.
Carry him back to the room and change his clothes, during which he rubs the back of Gu Ye's hand...
And when he was wearing his pants, Gu Ye waited quietly with his back to him, then straightened his wrinkled clothes, coaxed him to sleep, and covered him with a quilt.
And his last cry: Stay a little longer, okay
He especially remembered the mood at that time, the same nostalgia as before.
Only a drunk man can spit out the truth, and a sober he hesitates.
The sad mood was swept away, replaced by another kind of satisfaction that filled the mood.
He took out his phone and sent Gu Ye a message:
[I remember what happened last night.]
Gu Ye, who had just washed up, held his mobile phone. After seeing this sentence, his pupils opened slightly, and he became nervous.
Does Qiao Yang remember him hugging him
Remember when he changed his clothes
Remember his intimacy
Then, what will he think
Immediately after, the second message came: [No thanks between friends. In the future, when you are sick, I will take care of you in the same way!]
Firmly hold the phone's hand and slowly release it.
Gu Ye smiled, helplessly.
This was the first time in his life that he patiently cared for a man, the first time he undressed him, and the first time he had intimate contact with him.
This man took so many of his firsts as a friend's care.
The third message came over: [Are you going to the company this weekend? There are several kinds of flower teas in my house that can help you sleep well. How about drinking tea and playing the piano by your house?]
Gu Ye laughed again, he laughed at how easily he could be satisfied.
He replied: [At home all day, you can come over anytime.]