The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

To be honest, Zheng Quzhi really wanted to see what Wei Yan would look like when he was drunk, who was always cold and calm.

Hearing this, Wei Yan hesitated for a moment: "You want to take a makeup photo tomorrow, so you should drink less."

His reaction fell in Zheng Quzhi's eyes as a guilty conscience, and Zheng Quzhi became more and more vigorous: "It's okay, it's okay, I drink well!"

Unfortunately, before twenty minutes had passed, Zheng Quzhi, who was flushed and dizzy after drinking, was slapped severely.

Looking at Zheng Quzhi who was lying on the table and wondering what he was muttering, Wei Yan sighed. He ate all the dishes Zheng Quzhi gave him. He got up and reached out to help Zheng Quzhi: "Get up."

Zheng Quzhi's hot hand suddenly grasped his wrist, Zheng Quzhi stood up swayingly, but before he could stabilize for a few seconds, the whole person fell towards him again.

Wei Yan took the opportunity to hold Zheng Quzhi's waist and hugged him. The scent of alcohol came out. It was obviously the smell that I didn't like to smell the most on weekdays. At this time, Wei Yan was a little greedy and couldn't help but tighten his hands.

But the person in his arms struggled, warm lips brushing his neck, Wei Yan's body was stiff for a moment, Zheng Quzhi successfully supported his shoulders and stood up again.

"Mr. Wei." Although Zheng Quzhi's head was muddy, he still recognized Wei Yan.

"Isn't it called Fu Yun?" Wei Yan sighed, afraid that he would fall, stretched out his hand to support him.

"Fu Yun..." Zheng Quzhi followed with his tongue out, and he pointed his finger at Wei Yan's face, frowning: "Your face is not good-looking, I...I still like you... yourself... …s face……"

Hearing this, Wei Yan pursed his lips. There was no expression on his face, but he couldn't help but gently scratched the corner of Zheng Quzhi's clothes with his fingers, and said lightly: "Really?"

As soon as the voice fell, two hot hands covered his face.

Zheng Quzhi rubbed this somewhat unfamiliar face, watched the face change various shapes in his hands, couldn't help but laugh, then his eyes suddenly stopped.

The hand moved down and landed on the red lips.

Wei Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Zheng Quzhi closely, without saying a word.

"Your mouth..." Zheng Quzhi stammered, "Smeared... lip... red..."

"No." Wei Yan started, avoiding Zheng Quzhi's hot fingers, but his voice became dumb: "Go back."

But Zheng Quzhi acted like a kid who was playing tricks. He hugged his waist and cried out, "I won't go back!"

Wei Yan: "..."

Across two thin layers of fabric, Wei Yan's cool temperature spread to Zheng Quzhi. Zheng Quzhi, who was already hot and sweaty after drinking, hugged tighter in an instant, and even rubbed Wei Yan's arms: "Comfortable."

Bingbing is like holding an air conditioner.

Wei Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out to put his hand on Zheng Quzhi's shoulder, hesitating for a few seconds, and the last hand knife stunned Zheng Quzhi simply and neatly. Reaching out his hand to support Zheng Quzhi who was completely in his arms, Wei Yan sighed slightly.

Taking advantage of people's dangers is really not the work of a gentleman, in order to avoid doing things like animals, Zheng Quzhi is better to be quiet.

After helping Zheng Quzhi put on the mask, he put Zheng Quzhi on his shoulders and walked out slowly. After checking out, he carried Zheng Quzhi and walked back.

The night in Yanglin Town was also steamy, and occasionally a gust of wind blew by, it was also a hot wind with temperature. Obviously he couldn't feel the cold or warm, but at this time, he was a little bit hot.

There was a rare blush on Yingbairuyu's face, but in the end it was just a step forward.

The culprit did not know when he woke up, still beating his back unconsciously, and shouting in his mouth: "Let me...I'm down...Come on! Lao Tzu's belly..."

He was drunk and was vague in his original speech, and put on a mask. For a while, Wei Yan didn't hear what he was yelling. He just strode towards the hotel with his mouth pursed.

Fortunately, most people are tired today and drank a lot at night, and most of them have already fallen asleep. Wei Yan's journey back to the room was unimpeded, which saved a lot of trouble.

But as soon as he arrived on the third floor, he had a face-to-face meeting with Lin Niansi.

Seeing the assistant of Zheng Quzhi carrying someone, Lin Niansi raised his eyebrows and grinned: "Haha, Senior Zheng is drunk?"

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded, regaining his external shyness and timidity. He nodded cautiously like a hamster and stopped talking. He was about to cross Lin Niansi carrying Zheng Quzhi.

Unexpectedly, the arm was caught.

Wei Yan twisted his eyebrows, and tried to endure it before breaking away. Seemingly ignorant, he turned around and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Lin?"

"I have to take a makeup photo tomorrow. He is like this. He will definitely have a headache the next day. Go to the front desk on the first floor to get some anti-alcoholic medicine. I will help you to help him into the room." Lin Niansi let go. Concerned Road.

Wei Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he spoke without hesitation: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your concern. I will learn about alcohol and medicine."

After that, he took Zheng Quzhi and left with strides.

Upon seeing this, Lin Niansi leaned against the wall halfway, his face was unpredictable, and when they disappeared in front of them, he took out a few photos with his mobile phone and then turned and left.

***

Putting Zheng Quzhi, who did not know when he fell asleep, on the bed, Wei Yan shook his shoulder and said, "Zheng Quzhi, Zheng Quzhi!"

Zheng Quzhi was sober for a moment, then opened his eyes and asked dumbfounded: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Go take a bath." Seeing a trace of clarity in Zheng Qu's eyes, Wei Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Quzhi was startled, stood up swayingly, and walked to the bathroom, still muttering: "Yes... I have to take a bath..."

After not taking a few steps, he was pulled by someone while his clothes were tucked into his arms. Zheng Quzhi looked down, then staggered towards the bathroom.

He is not too drunk when he is drunk, and overall he is very well-behaved and honest. Honestly, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Except for a couple of times I fell down, everything went smoothly. When I came out, I felt refreshed.

Wei Yan was not in the room, Zheng Quzhi clutched his head and walked towards the bed dizzy. Suddenly, the door creaked and was opened. He squinted his eyes, and there seemed to be a layer of mist in his eyes, and the man's face was a bit insignificant.

The man gradually approached him, it seemed to be quite tall, and somewhat oppressive, but it was definitely not Wei Yan. Wei Yan has a faint medicinal fragrance, and as long as Wei Yan is there, Zheng Quzhi will feel more at ease, but this person does not feel very good.

He wasn't even Liankan, even Liankan's figure was not like this. Zheng Quzhi carefully identified it for a while, but before he recognized it, he was pushed onto the bed by the man.

Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?

The man also went to bed and gave Zheng Quzhi a bed. Seeing that man's face got closer and closer, Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened and he kicked out.

Damn **** gay!

Although I can't see this man's face clearly, he is definitely a man! ! !

The manpower was huge. After stopping his movements, he gave a sigh of dissatisfaction, and slapped Zheng Quzhi's face indiscriminately before he got up and left.