Fu Yan woke up and looked at the white ceiling, and it took a while to realize that this was his home.
——Why did I come back...?
Fu Yan blinked slowly and dazedly, but no matter what, he could only vaguely remember the scene where he fell on Cen Yi's bed. Could it be that Cen Yi and the others sent them home later, but they couldn't remember the fragment?
Fu Yan thought about it for a while, but had no answer. He slowly wanted to get up, but when he got up, he felt his head dizzy and his whole body was erratic. Obviously, the stamina of alcohol was at work.
"Hey..." Fu Yan had to sit on the bed with his head propped up to slow down. He now knows that his alcohol intake is really not that good, and he can't play like this in the future when there is such a game.
However, after coming to this world, there is still the experience of drinking and getting drunk, which is quite amazing to think about.
After a while, Fu Yan got out of bed. He was so thirsty that he wanted to go to the toilet, so he had to urge himself to get up. But as he walked out of the door, he felt his mind spinning again, and he almost fell down on his face. He had to lean against, or rather cling to, the wall beside the door, waiting to slow down.
A pair of arms "picked" him off the wall.
"How can you do this without looking at you?" Fan Xiang was able to carry it with all his strength, and it was easy to pick up an adult man. He sent Fu Yan back to the room: "You can't stand up, so you can't lie down honestly?"
Although Fan Xiangyi was very strong, he really didn't know how to hug people, so Fu Yan struggled to pull it off. He said: "I'm going to the toilet, and drinking water... let me down!"
Fu Yan's voice was really hoarse, and Fan Xiangyi frowned: "Let you down? Roll down the stairs?"
After speaking, Fan Xiangyi carried him downstairs. The boss thought that Fu Yan was in a hurry and that the stairs were not easy to walk. He jumped up on the handrail, and then fell straight to the first floor. He put Fu Yan at the door of the bathroom, and Fu Yan almost collided with the door frame.
Fan Xiangyi was startled, and grabbed him again: "Can you stand still!"
"Your level of holding people..." Fu Yanzheng was uncomfortable, and his mouth was not polite, "I might as well be direct. Roll down the stairs." As
he said, he pushed Fan Xiangyi away, entered the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, almost hitting Fan Xiangyi on the face.
Fan Xiangyi: "..."
Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door finally reopened.
As soon as Fu Yan stepped out, he was startled by Fan Xiangyi, who was leaning against the door: "...you are so elusive and do nothing!"
"I thought I would hear the sound of your falling."
"It's a pity that you didn't hear it."
"You've been quiet inside for so long, and you fell asleep?"
"Can you wait for me?" Fu Yan frowned, and his tone was mixed with impatience, "I thought I was going to vomit, so I waited for a while."
Fan Xiangyi asked, "Have you vomited?"
"No. Cen Yi said it would be nice to vomit, but I don't want to slap my throat." Fu Yan raked his hair and walked to the kitchen staggeringly, "So stay away from me, otherwise I don't know when I'll be on you."
Fan Xiang looked at him as if he really didn't want to be next to him, so he followed behind him, not touching him, but not far from him, hanging not far from him, mouth He asked, "Why did you get drunk yesterday?"
"Cen Yi's birthday." Fu Yan went to pour out half a glass of water, and almost poured it out, "I've made a lot of alcohol, and I'm still confused."
Fan Xiang He held up a swaying water bottle to prevent Fu Yan from falling directly: "You don't count how much you drink?"
"No, under the circumstances I lived in before, there was no such time to let go of drinking." Fu Yan Ton Ton drank half a glass of water, heaved a sigh of relief, and swiped the glass casually, "And it's a rare opportunity, and I want to get drunk once."
"Want to get drunk once?" Fan Xiangyi watched him walk away, "Is there something on my mind?"
"Isn't this nonsense?" Fu Yan walked upstairs without looking back, resting his hands on the armrest, step by step, thump, thump Dong, the tone was loose and meaningful, "How many people who are inexplicably pulled into this world, how many people can accept it? I'm just an ordinary person, it's not surprising to find an opportunity to vent the pressure."
Fan Xiang heard him Saying that he was an "ordinary person", he subconsciously retorted, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.
When he came back this time, Brahma Xiangyi made a certain decision.
This decision led to some words, which he had to try his best not to say; and other words, which he had to work hard to get used to.
For Yu Fan Xiangyi, it may be more difficult to do this than to kill ten Specters, but he still decided.
He followed Fu Yan upstairs again. Seeing Fu Yan wanting to go back to the bedroom with a dazed look on his face, Fan Xiangyi pressed his shoulders and finally said what he had been holding back from last night until now: "Let's talk."
"...Do you have to do it now, Your Majesty?" Fu Yan didn't want to cooperate very much. He leaned against the door and drooped his eyelids. "The chat service just now has been very reluctant. You can stay with me later, okay?"
"If you want to sleep, just say it, and I will treat you as a hawk It seems like you are going to endure?" Fan Xiangyi was also discouraged by his attitude, so he had to let go of him, "then go to sleep, and then talk about it when you get up. Also, I repeat, don't join in the fun and call me 'Your Majesty' "
Got it, Brahma sir." Fu Yan picked up the long-lost title, which was very in line with Fu Yan's mood at the moment, "Then, good night."
Fan Xiang glanced at the window in Fu Yan's room. The daylight outside was silent for a second: "...Good night."
Fu Yan turned around and entered the door. Just two steps in, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head back and asked, "By the way, I obviously slept in Cen Yi's bed yesterday, but woke up in my own bed. Regarding this matter, Fan Sir Do you have any insights?"
"What do you think?" Fan Xiang raised his eyebrows, "Do you still expect them to send you back?"
Fu Yan raised his eyebrows: "That's why you've trespassed into other people's homes."
"..." Fan Xiangyi heard this point again, he couldn't find anything to answer, so he couldn't help but complain, "Will you be a 'police officer'. The team's got it."
"No, I'm just saying it casually." Fu Yan said, his eyes dropped, and soon he looked up at Xiang Fan Xiangyi again, "But for this... Thank you."
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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