Mu Yan had no expression on his face, listening to the man's self-moving speech, he closed his eyes and remained silent, and just drank it down in one gulp when others were toasting.
Not long after.
The boy suddenly felt hot all over his body. He adjusted his posture and sat upright.
His forehead suddenly felt a little hot, his eyes became blurred, he blinked his long curled eyelashes, shook his head lightly, slightly confused.
After the others drank the flutter, they began to complain about their boss with red faces, one by one talking more vigorously, and no one noticed this.
The director was the first to notice what was wrong with Mu Yan, he looked at the boy.
The boy's snow-white cheeks were inexplicably stained with two red clouds, and his beautiful bright eyes were slightly blurred. He bit his bright red lips and stared blankly at the black screen of the phone in front of him.
The director suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart, he poked Mu Yan's shoulder cautiously, and whispered to him.
"Dude... don't scare me? Are you drunk?"
The young man seemed to be still conscious. Hearing the voice of the person beside him, he slightly raised his exquisite eyebrows, narrowed his deep and deep pupils, and spoke in a flat tone.
"No."
Mu Yan stretched out his bony fingers and pressed on the white forehead, he closed his eyes, his curled and slender eyelashes covered the fundus of his eyes, and he frowned.
"Why are you a little dizzy?"
"..."
The director was silent for a while, and only spoke to him after scolding enough shit in his heart.
"Do you have a headache? Do you want me to find someone to take you back? Judging by your appearance, you must not be able to drive anymore."
Mu Yan pulled the brim of his hat to cover half of his fair and delicate cheeks, the young man's voice was cold and deep.
"No, it's just the first time I drink, I'm a little dizzy, just take it easy."
Seeing how you blushed like that, it doesn't look like you're just a little dizzy.
The director complained silently in his heart, and he sighed resignedly: "Let me take you back, I don't think you're right."
After he finished speaking, the young man straightened up abruptly, he raised his head slightly, revealing a beautiful and beautiful cheek, he hummed in a low voice, his face was completely calm.
"Well, that's fine."
"..."
The director was silent again, directly in a daze.
How does he feel...
Is Mu Yan just waiting for him to say this
Illusion, illusion.
Others have almost eaten, and those who are drunk are dragged away by those who are not drunk.
The boy was still walking steadily. He was tall and slender with his hands in his pockets. He walked quietly behind. The director turned sideways and looked back at him.
Mu Yan ignored him, walked straight to the guide's car, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, lying on the seat as if he had no bones.
Director: "..."
He smiled inwardly and endured again.
He opened the driver's door and went in, started the car, and the director asked, "Your home address."
The cold and beautiful young man was lying there, with his eyes downcast, he heard the words in a slow voice, and gave the address.
"Huayang University."
"..."
What the hell
A question mark crossed the director's head again. He suppressed his anger and endured: "I'm serious, the address."
Mu Yan adjusted his posture, he still opened his lips slowly, his voice was steady and cold, without the slightest emotion.
"No. 15 dormitory building of Huayang University."
"..." He couldn't bear it anymore, and roared directly: "Fuck, are you a fucking college student?"
The boy clicked his tongue coldly and glanced at him: "Take me there, and I'll give you money."
"..."
(end of this chapter)