036.
The question Feng Chi asked was purely to trick Ji Huan on purpose, but Ji Huan was so drunk that his mind was not clear, so he could answer whatever Feng Chi said right now. Feng Chi's eyes showed helplessness, he could only put his arms around the man and went into the bathroom again. He stuffed the man into the compartment, bent down and whispered in his ear: "Okay, call me."
The man's voice was low and hoarse, and it was numb to the ears. The soft breath sprayed on the ears, making Ji Huan tremble involuntarily. He turned his head in confusion, tightly grasping Feng Chi's fingers with his thin white hands, "Aren't you going to help me?"
Feng Chi: "I lied to you. Do you believe it too?"
Ji Huan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pressed Feng Chi's shoulder vigorously and pushed the person outside, cursing while pushing: "You lie, you are shameless, your words don't count. I will write it down for you."
Feng Chi let out a cold snort.
He hooked Ji Huan's waist with one hand, and stuffed him in again. Write it down for him, if he really helps me today, tomorrow when Ji Huan wakes up, he finds that he wrote: Feng Chi helped me today. It is estimated that they can be ashamed to death. Thinking of this, he rubbed Ji Huan's head and pushed it in, "Be good, or there will be no snacks tomorrow. I won't take you home either."
The effect of the word 'going home' is extremely powerful. At least at the moment it is true.
As soon as Feng Chi finished speaking, Ji Huan froze with teary eyes. He was still holding Feng Chi's shirt tightly with his hand, and after looking at Feng Chi for a few times, he suddenly let go, aggrieved and whispered, "Then I'll be good. Don't throw me out, I have no place to live. "
Feng Chi: "..."
It's killing me. Originally, he threatened the little guy because he had no place to live, but now, Feng Chi felt that he was looking for trouble for himself. Look at Ji Huan's pitiful and helpless face, with red eyes, he pinched his eyebrows, and could only bite the bullet to comfort the other party: "Okay, I won't throw you out. Don't you want to go to the toilet? Hurry up. I Just waiting for you outside."
Ji Huan nodded obediently, watched Feng Chi close the door, and lowered his head.
Five minutes later, Feng Chi looked back at the quiet bathroom, and couldn't help but frown. He was about to step up and walk in, but saw Ji Huan staggering out, obediently went to the sink to wash his hands, and wiped it clean again.
Ji Huan raised his head in front of him, and smiled with his eyes bent, "You can take me home now."
Feng Chi's breath stagnates.
So good.
Feng Chi stared at him for a long time, and under the increasingly suspicious gaze of the other party, he finally took a step forward, hung him on his back and walked out of the bathroom. The people in the yard had almost dispersed, Feng Chi looked down at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock. The other monsters drank to their satisfaction, and the KTV and bars in the original plan have basically been ruled out. He put Ji Huan in the car. Look at Song Shujing and others.
Song Shujing was relieved for a long time just now, but after washing her face, she became more awake. Noticing Feng Chi's eyes, she waved her hand, "Boss, take Huanhuan and go first. The four of us will go back together."
Shi Jiu also nodded, "I'm really sober now."
In fact, in terms of the lethality of these four monsters, there would be no problem even if they were drunk. But Feng Chi didn't want to see 'Shock! Titles like "drunk man" appeared on the side of the XX road. In the eyes of other branches, the Bureau of Demon Control is still a high-ranking organization, and it will not have a good impact if it makes trouble like that.
Feng Chi glanced at the young man who was sitting in the passenger seat like a primary school student listening to a lecture. Ji Huan put his hands on his knees obediently, his back was straight, and his eyes were staring straight ahead despite being dull. Feng Chi rubbed the center of his brows, turned to the four monsters and said, "Call me if you have any questions."
Song Shujing nodded quickly. Watching the black Maybach go away, she seemed to have been relieved of all her strength, leaning on the table sideways, "Hey, I'm still worried that the boss will blame me for drinking so much wine for Huanhuan."
As she spoke, she straightened her messy short hair, "I don't know if the boss knows that I'm fighting for him. I'm so worried."
Shi Jiu glanced at the direction the Maybach was leaving, but didn't speak. He stood under the light and yawned, pulled Shiying up to let him lean on his body, and said in a sleepy voice, "Then Sister Song, let's go too."
Song Shujing groaned, picked up Zhuo Guang who was holding the wine bottle, and walked out unsteadily on high heels.
On the way back to the villa, Ji Huan's head was throbbing, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. However, Feng Chi can still hear the young man muttering from time to time: "Feng Chi... you are so nice, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow with you...""
Feng Chi's hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly, his knuckles turned white. While waiting for the red light, he turned his eyes to Ji Huan who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Shut up."
A lot of good person cards have been issued to him. Is there any use
No.
Ji Huan was very obedient, he let out a oh, and remained silent for two minutes. Soon, he started muttering again, "I hate Zheng Kui so much... how could they treat you so much."
Feng Chi rubbed his eyebrows, "Don't cry."
The Maybach finally stopped in the underground garage of the villa, Feng Chi picked up the crying boy with red eyes, and wanted to take him back to his room. However, Ji Huan stretched his arms around his waist and refused to move. He buried his head in Feng Chi's arms, his face pressed against the man's shirt. The thin layer of silk shirt easily conveyed the warmth of Ji Huan's face. The scorching heat penetrated the shirt and printed on his chest, almost able to burn Feng Chi's skin.
He leaned against the car door, his long and powerful legs wrapped in trousers were slightly bent, to support him more comfortably. Freeing one hand to hold Ji Huan by the back of his neck, he asked, "Do you want to go back to your room and sleep?"
Ji Huan hummed and chirped, Feng Chi listened to it twice before he managed to understand.
Ji Huan said: "I have no home, no room for me."
The man's fingers landed behind his ear and gently pinched his earlobe, then raised his chin half-forcedly to lift his face. Ji Huan opened his wet eyes, like a homeless deer, who could only seek comfort in the arms of others. Feng Chi couldn't figure out what the words 'I'm homeless' really meant. When he met Ji Huan, the other party was just a mirror.
He had never set foot in Ji Huan's life before this, nor did he understand it. Therefore, he cannot express any opinion.
He could only comfort with a cold face: "You have, this is your home. Any room in the villa can be yours."
As long as you want.
Ji Huan tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly buried himself in his arms again. It's just that this time, he didn't cry and fuss anymore, he tightly grabbed Feng Chi's clothes, let Feng Chi hug him horizontally, and walked steadily into the villa step by step.
Feng Chi hesitated for a long time in his room and guest room, and finally chose his bedroom. All the monsters who are familiar with him know that he doesn't like others to set foot in his area, so no matter how many rooms there are, no one will come to live in them. This also caused Feng Chi to never make any relevant arrangements for the guest room. The quilt was stuffed in the cabinet for a long time and hadn't been baptized by the sun for a long time, and it might still have a musty smell.
Ji Huan's temperament is terribly soft, and from his usual performance, it can be seen that he had a good life before, and there must be many people who spoil him. Asking the little prince to cover the moldy quilt... Feng Chi really couldn't bear it.
Ten minutes later, in the steaming bathroom, Feng Chi took off Ji Huan's clothes like peeling an egg, and pushed him into the bathtub.
Probably because she was tired from making trouble before, but now she is terribly obedient. Feng Chi raised his hand when he asked him to, and washed his face when he asked him to wash his face.
His fingers brushed against Ji Huan's waist inadvertently, and he couldn't help pinching his stomach, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so edible?"
Ji Huan slapped his hand. Feng Chi didn't have time to dodge, his palm pressed against Ji Huan's belly.
Feng Chi: "..."
Under Feng Chi's indifferent gaze, Ji Huan pointed at his nose, "You're a hooligan, taking advantage of me!"
Feng Chi pressed his hand, "You are the one who touched porcelain."
It took half an hour to wash Ji Huan until it was fragrant and soft, Feng Chi pressed him on the bed and covered him with a quilt. When he straightened up, he met a pair of round eyes, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to cover them, the boy's soft and long eyelashes gently brushed his palm, a little itchy. But Feng Chi didn't take back his hand, he just said, "Sleep."
Ji Huan pulled the quilt to his eyes and whispered, "Good night."
The night is deep, and the cold moon hangs high in the night. Feng Chi leaned against the bay window, with his long legs bent, looking at the book he found in the study. Looking at it, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the bulge on the bed.
Two minutes later, the quilt was lifted quietly, revealing a small face. Ji Huan whispered: "Feng Chi, I want to drink water."
Feng Chi put down the book and went to the kitchen.
I didn't boil water today, and the kettle is empty. At this moment, Feng Chi was a little thankful that he also bought a water dispenser. He poured warm water and soaked the honey from the little bee, and he handed it to Ji Huan.
Ji Huan held the cup: "Feng Chi, you are so kind."
Feng Chi twitched the corners of his mouth, "You've said it many times, be careful when complimenting someone, and don't keep praising the same sentence."
Ji Huan gulped down the honey water and put it aside, grabbed the quilt and obediently searched for other sentences to praise: "You are so handsome, you have good abs, and you have a good figure."
Feng Chi pushed him back under the quilt, and pulled up the quilt expressionlessly to cover his eyes: "I know you're greedy for me."
The next morning, Ji Huan pushed his head out of the quilt with a dazed expression. He scratched his head in confusion, twisted the quilt and rolled around on the bed again. After a few minutes, the brain restarted and memories began to come back.
After Feng Chi heard the movement and opened the door, the first thing he saw was a face that was so terrified that no words could describe it. Feng Chi clicked his tongue, knowing that this guy remembered the stupid things he did and said stupid things last night. He leaned leisurely against the door frame, stretched his long legs casually, and looked indifferently, "Did you sleep well?"
Ji Huan gulped.
Feng Chi raised his eyebrows: "I don't sleep well in this bed?"
Ji Huan shook his head violently, an embarrassed smile appeared on his pale face after a hangover, "It's very comfortable, the quilt is so soft."
"Well," Feng Chi asked, "then why this expression?"
The boy's fingers tightly gripped the quilt, his expression extremely tangled. He was a little embarrassed, ashamed to death. After a while, Feng Chi heard his moaning voice in his ears, "Yesterday... Did you help me yesterday?"