[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 62 - The Way of Apologizing

When Fan Xiang heard the first half of his sentence, he thought he was going to say something like "Don't do this in the future". When Fu Yan's words of thanks came out, Fan Xiangyi actually had a subtle sense of surprise and an indescribable faint joy.

I have to say that this method of wanting to promote first and suppress it is much better than simply expressing thanks.

But Fu Yan actually didn't want to play tricks with him. To be honest, the words of the two the day before yesterday were a bit like a quarrel. Now that Fan Xiangyi took the initiative to "break the ice", Fu Yan was rather surprised. The dignified people bowed their heads first, and this behavior was infinitely close to "apology" in terms of his temperament. After Fu Yan thought about it, he softened his attitude. The place to thank is still to be thanked.

Fan Xiangyi didn't know about Fu Yan's mental activity, and after two seconds he replied, "...It's nothing."

"Indeed. It's not a big deal for you, but it's the key to the matter. Yes, I don't usually like to sleep in someone else's bed." Fu Yan explained, "Yesterday there was nothing I could do, I couldn't get up from the fall, so I had to settle for it. When I woke up, I was at my own house, although It's a little weird, but it feels good, thank you."

Fan Xiangyi thanked him twice in a row, and was really "flattered": "...It's nothing to say. If you don't sleep again, I will talk to you."

" Okay, then good night again, oh no, good morning." Fu Yan paused and said, "There is one more thing..."

"Is there any end?" Fan Xiang saw that he had been leaning against the wall, standing still. He couldn't help it, he really wanted to put him to bed directly, "If you talk nonsense again, you really want to talk to me."

"Just one sentence." Fu Yan said, "Cen Yi, do they know that I'm back?"

"They can't guess?" Fan Xiangyi asked back, "Do you expect me to explain to them?"

"...Then let them guess. Right." Fu Yan replied, and finally entered the bedroom and closed the door.

*** When

Fu Yan woke up again, it was past noon.

Waking up lazily for a nap, then getting up and going downstairs, Fu Yan actually saw Fan Xiangyi sitting in the living room on business.

Actually, Fu Yan wasn't entirely sure what Fan Xiangyi was doing. At first glance, Fan Xiangyi was sitting on the sofa. There were several stacks of documents on the coffee table in front of him, and he was reading a book in his hand. The first second that this scene caught Fu Yan's eyes, a thought involuntarily popped up in Fu Yan's mind: he actually handles his work seriously.

--Ok? Why do I use the word "actually"?

Fu Yan thought about it rationally, thinking that Fan Xiangyi has the profession of "Your Majesty" after all, so some management work is also normal. Fu Yan himself couldn't understand why he was surprised when he saw Fan Xiangyi working. After much deliberation, it can only be attributed to the fact that Fan Xiangyi's previous image was too much advocating force, which resulted in Fu Yan's impression of "loving martial arts but not writing".

Of course, Fan Xiangyi immediately noticed Fu Yan.

He watched Fu Yan go downstairs and said, "Cen Yi brought sober soup and your lunch, and it will be your dinner later."

Fu Yan asked, "Did you open the door for him?"

Fan Xiang said: "Otherwise? Did you sleepwalk and drive?"

Fu Yan thought to himself, didn't you help me spread the news? But these words must not be said, so Fu Yan consciously went to the kitchen, drank the sober soup, and then brought the food to the dining room table outside, and started eating silently.

In terms of large space, Fu Yan and Fan Xiangyi are now diagonally opposite each other. The two were silently doing their own thing, not talking to each other, and they didn't seem to be very embarrassed.

It's just that Fan Xiang looks at Fu Yan from time to time, and Fu Yan finally looked back a few times before saying, "Didn't I say I have something to talk about? Let's talk."

"You want to talk while eating?" Xiang bit the book in his hand, "Forget it, I'll finish this first."

Fu Yanxin said that since I came down to the present, you haven't turned a page, so what are you pretending to be.

"I have an average appetite, I eat slowly, and I want to do some business." Fu Yan still found a step in his speaking skills for Mr. Fan, "If you want, let's talk now."

Fan Xiangyi really lost his hand. Something, got up and came over: "Aren't you dizzy?"

"I'm not dizzy, I'm a little tired, but I can still move around." Fu Yan took a mouthful of porridge and swallowed it slowly, "What are you talking about, let's talk."

Fan Xiang As soon as I sat down across the table, even if I was casual, there was a sense of oppression. But what he said was a bit short for parents: "Talk about renting a house."

Fu Yan: "Renting?"

Fan Xiangyi: "I want to rent the room next to your bedroom, and also rent a study. "

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