036.

Feng Chi asked that sentence was purely deliberately playing with Ji Huan, but Ji Huan was so drunk that his mind was not clear. At this time, Feng Chi said that he could respond. Feng Chi's eyes were helpless and he could only enter the restroom with his arms around. He tucked the man into the compartment, bent over and whispered in his ear: "Well call me."

The man's voice was low and a little hoarse, falling on his ears. The soft breath sprayed on the ears, and Ji Huan shuddered involuntarily. He turned back in confusion, his thin white hands tightly holding Feng Chi's fingers, "Aren't you going to help me?"

Feng Chi: "I lied to you. Do you believe it?"

Ji Huan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly vigorously pushed the person against Feng Chi's shoulder, pushing it back while cursing: "You lie, you are shameless, you do not count. I will write it down for you."

Feng Chi was crying at the moment.

He hooked Ji Huan's waist with one hand and stuffed him in again. He also wrote it down. If he really supported him today, Ming'er waited until Ji Huan woke up and found himself writing: Feng Chi helped me today. It is estimated that they can all die. Thinking of this, he rubbed Ji Huan's head and pushed in, "Be gentle, otherwise there will be no snacks to eat tomorrow. I won't take you home anymore."

The role of the word "go home" is extremely powerful. At least at this moment it is true.

As soon as Feng Chi's voice fell, Ji Huan stunned with a pair of tearful eyes. His hand was still tightly holding Feng Chi's shirt, and Feng Chi looked at him for several times, then let go, and he grieved and whispered, "Then I'm a little better. Don't throw me out, I have no place to live." "

Feng Chi: "..."

It's terrible. Originally, he threatened him with the fact that the little guy had no place to live, but now, Feng Chi feels that he is looking for something for himself. Looking at Ji Huan's pitiful and helpless face, his eyes were red. He pinched his eyebrows and could only soothe each other with a scalp: "Okay, I won't throw you out. Isn't it going to the toilet? Hurry. I Just waiting for you outside. "

Ji Huan nodded obediently, watching Feng Chi close the door, pulling his head down.

Five minutes later, Feng Chi looked back at the quiet toilet, and could not help but frown. He was about to step up and walk in, but he saw Ji Huan swaying out, walked in front of the sink to wash his hands, and wiped clean.

Ji Huan raised his head in front of him, his eyes bent to show a smile, "You can take me home."

Feng Chi breathed for a while.

Too good.

Feng Chi Shen Eye looked at him for a long time, finally stepped forward under the gaze of the other side's doubts, and hung the man on his back and walked out of the bathroom. Everyone in the yard was almost gone. Feng Chihui glanced at his watch and it was almost twelve. Several other monsters were satisfied, and the KTV and bar originally planned were basically excluded. He put Ji Huan in the car. Look at Song Shujing and others.

Song Shujing just slowed down for a long time. After washing her face, she was sober. Noting Feng Chi's eyes, she waved her hand, "Boss, let's go with Huanhuan first. Let's go back together."

Shi Jiu also nodded, "I am really sober now."

In fact, in terms of the lethality of these four monsters, even if drunk, there will be no problem. But Feng Chi did not want to see ‘shock!’ Appearing in the human news newspaper the next day. XX Roadside has a title like Drunken Man ’. In the eyes of other divisions, the demon control bureau is still a tall organization, and it is not so good to have that effect.

Feng Chi glanced at the teenager sitting in the co-pilot's seat as if listening to an elementary student in class. Ji Huan put his hands on his knees obediently, his back straight, and his eyes stared straight ahead though he was indifferent. Feng Chi rubbed his eyebrows and turned to the four monsters: "Remember to call me if you have any questions."

Song Shujing nodded quickly. Watching the black Maybach go away, she seemed to be relieved of her strength, leaning her waist on the table, "Hey, I'm still worried that the boss blamed me for drinking so much wine for Huanhuan."

She said, arranging her messy short hair, "I don't know if the boss knows whether I am fighting for opportunities for him. Worrying about death."

Shi Jiu glanced at Maybach's direction, and said nothing. He stood and yawned under the lights. When he pulled up, Shi Ying let him lean on him, and his voice made him sleepy. "Sister Song, let's go."

Song Shujing made a loud noise, picked up Zhuo Guang holding the wine bottle, and wobbled on the heels and walked out.

On the way back to the villa, Ji Huan's head was little by little, so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. However, Feng Chi can still hear the young man's mutter from time to time: "Feng Chi ... you are so good, oh, woo woo."

Feng Chi's hands clasped the steering wheel slightly and his knuckles were pale. While waiting for the red light, he glanced at Ji Huan in the co-pilot's seat, "You shut up."

Good guys sent him a lot of cards, is there any use?

No.

Ji Huan was very obedient. He sang quietly for two minutes. Soon, he began to mumble again, "I hate Zheng Jia ... how can they woo you that way."

Feng Chi rubbed his eyebrows, "Don't cry."

Maybach finally stopped in the underground garage of the villa. Feng Chi dragged the crying young boy back to the room. However, Ji Huan opened his arms around his waist and refused to move. He buried his head in Feng Chi's arms and pressed his face to the man's shirt. The thin layer of silk shirt easily conveyed the temperature on Ji Huan's face. The scorching heat penetrated the shirt and printed on his chest, almost able to burn the late skin.

He leaned against the door of the car, his strong long legs wrapped in his trousers slightly curved, and he was more comfortable. Freeing a hand to carry Ji Huan's back neck, he asked: "Do you want to go back to the room to sleep?"

Ji Huan hummed, Feng Chi listened twice before barely understanding.

Ji Huan said, "I'm gone, I don't have my room."

The man's finger fell behind his ear and squeezed his earlobe gently, and then he lifted his chin and lifted his face semi-forcibly. Ji Huan opened his wet eyes like a homeless deer and could only seek comfort in the arms of others. Feng Chi couldn't figure out what the words "I'm home" mean. When he met Ji Huan, the other party was just a mirror.

Ji Huan's life before this, he had not set foot, nor understood. Therefore, he could not express any opinion.

He could only keep a cold face, and comforted awkwardly: "You have, this is your home. The rooms in the villa can be yours."

As long as you want.

Ji Huan looked at him with his head tilted, and suddenly he was buried in his arms again. Only this time, he didn't cry and make trouble again. He pulled Feng Chi's clothes tightly and let Feng Chi hug him horizontally, step by step into the villa.

Feng Chi lingered in his room and guest room for a long time, and finally chose his bedroom. The monsters who knew him well knew that he didn't like others to set foot in his area, so no one had more rooms. This also led to Feng Chi never making some related arrangements for the guest room. The quilt was tucked in the cabinet for a long time and had not been baptized by the sun. It might also have a musty smell.

Ji Huan's temperament was terribly soft. From his usual performance, he could have seen that he had been very good before. Presumably, many people still spoiled him. Let the little prince cover the moldy quilt ... Feng Chi is really a little bit unbearable.

Ten minutes later, in the steamy bathroom, Feng Chi stripped off the clothes like Ji Huan and pushed him into the bath.

Probably tired before, and then he was terribly obedient. Feng Chi asked him to raise his hand, and then let him wash his face.

He rubbed his fingers around Ji Huan's waist inadvertently. He couldn't help but squeeze each other's belly, whispering: "How can I eat so much?"

Ji Huan snapped his hand. Feng was too late to dodge and pressed his palm against Ji Huan's belly.

Feng Chi: "..."

Under Feng Chileng's cold and indifferent gaze, Ji Huan pointed at his nose, "You play rogues, take advantage of me!"

Feng Chi pressed his hand, "You are touching the porcelain."

It took half an hour to wash Ji Huan softly, and Feng Chi pressed the person on the bed to cover the quilt. When he straightened up, he met a pair of round eyes. He subconsciously reached out and covered it. The teenager's soft and long eyelashes gently brushed his palm, and itchy. But Feng Chi did not withdraw his hand, only said: "Sleep."

Ji Huan pulled the quilt to his eyes and whispered, "Good night."

The night is deep, and Lengyue hangs above the night. Feng Chi leaned against the bay window, his long legs bent and looked at the book he was looking for from the study. Watching and watching, but gazing uncontrollably at the bulge on the bed.

Two minutes later, the quilt was quietly lifted, 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.

The kettle was empty today without boiling water. At this moment, the seal was a bit fortunate that he also bought a water dispenser. After pouring warm water and soaking the honey from the little bee, he handed it to Ji Huan.

Ji Huan held the cup: "You are so good Fengfeng."

Feng Chi twitched his mouth, "You have said it many times, praise people a little bit, don't always catch the same sentence."

Ji Huan drank his honey water and put it aside. He grabbed the quilt and looked for other sentences to boast: "You look so handsome, your abdominal muscles look good, and you have a good figure."

Feng Chi pressed him back into the quilt and pulled his quilt blankly to cover his eyes: "I know you are greedy for me."

The next morning, Ji Huan looked stunned and pushed a head out of the quilt. He scratched his head in confusion, and rolled the quilt around the bed again. After a few minutes, the brain re-runs and the memory begins to return.

When Feng Chi heard the movement and opened the door, the first thing he saw was a frightened face that could not be described in words. Feng Chi snorted, knowing that this guy remembered the stupid things he did last night. He leaned leisurely on the door frame, his long legs stretched casually, his eyes cold and cold, "Do you sleep well?"

Ji Huan gulped.

Feng Chi raised his eyebrows: "Is this bed sleeping uncomfortably?"

Ji Huan shook his head violently, with an awkward smile on his pale face after a hangover, "especially comfortable, the quilt is so soft."

"Well," Feng Chi asked, "then why this expression?"

The teenager's fingers gripped the quilt tightly, and his expression was extremely tangled. He was a little embarrassed and terrified. After a while, Feng Chi heard his humming voice rang in his ear, "Yesterday ... did you help yesterday?"