Chapter 30
Wen Qiu was eating strawberries and thinking, Ji Liao was obviously alone, but the villa became lively because of Ji Liao's arrival.
Because it was late, Ji Liao didn't make any complicated dishes.
A plate of spicy stir-fried beef fillet, a plate of spicy stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a plate of cold dishes.
Serve.
Wen Qiudu had already poured the wine, two tall glasses, each filled with some red wine.
"Drinking wine, should I fry the steak?"
Ji Liao put down the plate and asked Wen Qiu for his opinion.
"It's all the same, stop busying yourself." Wen Qiu didn't care about particulars. He ate red wine with chili peppers without changing his expression.
Ji Liao chuckled and sat down immediately.
The two of them were speechless for a moment, each drinking their own wine. The alcohol content of the wine was not high, and Ji Liao wondered what he would have to drink to get Wen Qiu drunk.
I was racking my brains to find a topic to talk about when my phone rang, alerting me to a new message.
Ji Liao picked it up and saw that it was from Chen Zili:
[The show is over. I cried my heart out. Why? Why?! ! ! !]
Ji Liao understood Chen Zili's feelings, but before he could reply, the second message came:
"We're going to a dinner party. Where were you? Are you back to school? Thank you for tonight. I'll regret missing this concert forever!"
Ji Liao replied:
[I have something to do tonight so I won't be back at school. Please be careful and don't stay out too late.]
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After clicking send and putting the phone on the table, Ji Liao realized that Wen Qiu was staring at him.
"It's my roommate." Ji Liao quickly explained: "The concert is over, and he wants to go to a party with other fans."
Wen Qiu's reaction was cold, he just said "hmm" before slowly asking, "Are you on good terms with your roommate?"
Ji Liao took a sip of his wine and nodded, saying, "That should be the case. My roommate is a very nice person and treats me well. We get along very well and there are no conflicts."
I don't know where this wine comes from, but it tastes sweet and not spicy at all. As the liquid flows through my throat, the sweetness lingers on my tongue.
It tastes quite good.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Liao glanced at Wen Qiu's face and added with a sudden inspiration: "Of course, no matter how good the school is, it's not as good as being here. I can see Mr. Wen every day."
The flattery was so loud that Ji Liao praised himself highly and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"This wine is really delicious. I'd like some more." Ji Liao poured himself a glass and asked, "Would you like more, Mr. Wen?"
When Wen Qiu poured the wine, he only covered the bottom of the cup, and now it was empty.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Ji Liao actually felt that Wen Qiu’s complexion looked better than before.
Pushing the cup, Wen Qiu nodded.
Ji Liao didn't hesitate and poured Wen Qiu a large glass of wine.
"We're at home anyway, so we can drink as much as we want, right?" He pushed the wine to Wen Qiu.
Wen Qiu glanced at him with a half-smile: "Okay."
"Hehe." Ji Liao laughed again and picked up the glass to drink.
*
An hour later, Ji Liao felt the chopsticks spinning.
"Ji Liao, you are drunk."
Wen Qiu's voice was neither hot nor cold, without any sign of "beastiality" at all.
Ji Liao refused to accept.
"I'm not drunk."
He shook his head and said firmly, "I'm just a little dizzy."
Wen Qiu didn't comment, but just drank his own cup silently.
Ji Liao felt dizzy and his limbs were a little shaky. He simply lay down on the table and tilted his head to look at Wen Qiu.
Wen Qiu wore a shirt, trousers, and a windbreaker to the concert. Now, back home, he'd changed into loose, soft home clothes. While his hairstyle and glasses remained the same, he felt much more relaxed.
His cold white skin turned slightly red under the influence of alcohol, and the red wine on his lips also became brighter.
It looks great.
I can't figure it out.
I really can't understand it.
"Wen Qiu, don't be too sad." He raised his head and said:
"If I were Lou Yue, I would definitely choose you."
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As he spoke, Ji Liao became depressed again, and with a "bang", his forehead hit the table:
"It's a pity that I'm not Lou Yue. I'm not worthy."
Wen Qiu: “…”
Hesitantly stretched out his arm, Wen Qiu's palm, and gently rubbed the back of Ji Liao's head.
"Do you really like me?"
Ji Liao's voice was muffled: "It's hard not to like it."
He raised his head again, stared at Wen Qiu, and said seriously, "You are good-looking, capable, loyal to your friends, and generous to your subordinates."
He pointed at himself and said, "You've been really nice to me, giving me money to spend, a place to live, and sending me to school. Wow, no one has ever been so nice to me except you."
Shaking his head, Ji Liao became more and more melancholy as he spoke: "Liking you is the most natural thing. It's difficult not to like you."
After he finished speaking, he leaned on the table and covered his head, as if he had encountered some huge difficulty.
"……Thanks."
Wen Qiu didn't expect that he would leave such an impression on Ji Liao.
Along the way, he always felt that he was not doing well enough. Even when Lou Yue didn't like him, he thought it was his own problem.
Now someone tells him that he is fine.
I like him very much.
Even though the man was a drunk.
Wen Qiu couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, he just felt soft.
I also want to be better to Ji Liao.
"You are drunk. I will help you to rest."
Wen Qiu told Ji Liao not to drink anymore, but Ji Liao obeyed him. With his support, he stood up and took a step forward.
Then he knelt on the ground.
Wen Qiu: “!”
"I'm fine!"
Ji Liao's legs were so weak that he couldn't use any strength, but he seemed not to feel any pain and tried to stand up again.
Wen Qiu tried to help, but the drunk man, whose center of balance was unstable, didn't know how to do it, and kept falling down while standing.
Wen Qiu gave up.
"Hold me."
After giving the order, Wen Qiu used both hands to pick up Ji Liao horizontally.
"ah!"
Ji Liao was startled and hurriedly hugged Wen Qiu's neck.
The kitchen appliances in the villa are all high-end, and there is no smell of oil smoke on Ji Liao's body.
The Omega perfume that was previously stuck on it had long since dissipated.
Now, pressed against Wen Qiu's arms, all Wen Qiu could smell was the faint aroma of wine, and the almost imperceptible scent of an alpha.
Smell Qiu's own pheromones.
The familiar cold fragrance of Ji Liao emanated from Wen Qiu again, but he was too drunk to notice it.
Wen Qiu carried Ji Liao upstairs and went to Ji Liao's room.
*
Ji Liao slept for a long time.
When I opened my eyes again, my mind was blank.
Why is this ceiling different from usual?
Ji Liao still thought he was in the dormitory. After a long moment of confusion, he suddenly sat up.
This ceiling, this bed, this furniture.
He is in the villa!
Memories quickly came back: the concert, Chen Zili, Meng Shuyi, Wen Qiu, drinking...
Then he got drunk.
He had no recollection of what happened afterwards. He rolled to the ground and found that he was still wearing the same clothes as last night.
Touch the neck, it is still smooth.
Nothing happened.
Ji Liao was a little discouraged.
On second thought, the previous plot was equally weird, so this one wasn't a surprise.
Ji Liao calmed down again.
After looking around for a while and not finding his phone, Ji Liao didn't know what time it was.
I simply took a shower, changed my clothes, and went downstairs.
Sure enough, the cell phone was still on the dining table.
The battery was running out and it was already noon. Ji Liao originally planned to charge the battery first and then make breakfast.
As a result, I glanced down and found a bank text message.
[Bank of China Notice] Dear customer, your account ending in 7788 received a transfer of 200,000 yuan...
Wen Qiu's voice also sounded at the same time: "Awake?"
Ji Liao suddenly turned around.
Wen Qiu stood upstairs, looking into Ji Liao's eyes across the railing.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen!"
Ji Liao said loudly.
Gratitude is real, who would refuse real money!
"Um."
Wen Qiu was indifferent.
Ji Liao turned around and was about to cook, and he was determined to serve Master Qiu!
Just as I rolled up my sleeves and prepared to get to work, Wen Qiu came down from upstairs and into the restaurant.
"Ji Liao." he said.
Ji Liao immediately responded in a flattering manner: "What's wrong, Mr. Wen? What do you need?"
Wen Qiu looked at Ji Liao.
I called him by his name last night and sir today.
It seems that he has "lost his memory".
Wen Qiu wanted to laugh, but he restrained himself and said, "Let's move back from school."
I don't have any other thoughts, it's just that other people's pheromones smell too bad.
He really didn't like the smell of someone else on Ji Liao.
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