Zhou Ziyi opened his eyes with great effort.
Then he saw Yan Xiuji's face, which was blurry. He didn't know whether it was because the entrance was not bright enough or because he was too drunk.
Zhou Ziyi closed his eyes again.
"Get up." Yan Xiuji looked down at him, "Go back to your room and sleep."
Zhou Ziyi didn't even move, let alone react. He was too weak, and although he had the thought of struggling for a moment, it was only a fleeting thought.
President Yan frowned.
The temperature now is not that hot, and it is even cooler in the early morning. Zhou Ziyi is sleeping on the floor like this, and it is hard to tell whether he will sober up first or catch a cold first.
Yan Xiuji couldn't bear to see this "pile" lying at the door, so he squatted down. As he approached, the smell of alcohol coming from the young man became stronger, making President Yan frown even more. He looked at the young man's red face and closed eyes, and his eyes unconsciously fell on his eyelashes.
Last night, some girls posted photos of Zhou Ziyi playing basketball, saying that he has great eyelashes.
President Yan thought it was ridiculous at the time. What kind of thing can have eyelashes become spirits? Are the words used to describe good-looking people so strange now? But now that he saw the real person and looked at the other person's eyelashes carefully, Yan Xiuji suddenly had an idea.
——That’s right…
President Yan secretly labeled the young man "eyelash spirit", then endured the smell of alcohol on him and pulled his arm: "Wake up, at least go to the sofa."
Zhou Ziyi subconsciously pulled his hand away: "Don't...care about me..."
As he spoke, he tried to move - he turned over and pressed himself against the wall, facing it.
Yan Xiuji heard him mumbling, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He could only make out a few words: "Don't block... the road..."
All right, he actually knew to lie down in the entrance hall and block the way, and then move to the side to reduce the obstacle area.
But is this what Yan Xiuzhi was talking about?
The CEO frowned for a few seconds, then made up his mind and pulled the man back. Zhou Ziyi's body swayed, and he subconsciously opened his eyes again, but before he could react, Yan Xiuji grabbed his wrist and pulled him up.
"......?" Zhou Ziyi stared blankly, trying to comprehend the current situation with his chaotic mind. Then he watched Yan Xiuji suddenly hug him.
Zhou Ziyi:!!!
To be precise, Mr. Yan put his hands through Zhou Ziyi's armpits, around his back, and locked them. The man's head was on Zhou Ziyi's shoulder, and his voice rang in his ears: "If you can hug my neck, hug it."
Zhou Ziyi felt that the voice was hot, so hot that his whole body went numb. His hands subconsciously followed the instructions and wrapped around Yan Xiuji's neck.
Yan Xiuji realized that he was just holding hands, not holding tightly, and he was too lazy to give instructions. He grabbed Zhou Ziyi, took advantage of the situation and stood up, and brought Zhou Ziyi up with him. President Yan was delighted, thinking that he had succeeded, but suddenly he felt the heavy Zhou Ziyi was about to fall again, and he was shaking while holding him!
Yan Xiuzhi subconsciously held onto the wall next to him, and pushed Zhou Ziyi, who was about to fall backwards, up to him.
"Well!"
Zhou Ziyi didn't fall down this time, but his head hit the wall, and his whole face wrinkled the moment it hit the wall.
Yan Xiuji was startled: "Sorry."
“It’s okay…” Zhou Ziyi was dizzy from the alcohol and head banging, and the only effect was that his eloquence skills were restored. “Why are you pushing me against the wall…”
He was drunk, but his mind was still clear about the posture. Now President Yan was holding the wall with one hand and holding his waist with the other hand, and he was still leaning against the wall - wasn't it a wall-dong?
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Xiuji narrowed his eyes, "I just want to take you to the sofa."
Zhou Ziyi didn't know whether he understood or not: "Oh..."
Yan Xiuji added: "If you wake up, go by yourself... huh?!"
Zhou Ziyi suddenly threw himself into Yan Xiuzhi's arms.
It's not that she didn't have the strength to bump into him, but she clearly moved closer to him, hugged him, and held his waist tightly with both hands.
Yan Xiuji was about to explode: "What are you doing!"
Zhou Ziyi rubbed his head against him: "Brother...you are so nice."
"I think you are really drunk!" Yan Xiuji was held tightly by the young man, almost unable to move. The pressure of force, the heat of the body, and the strong smell of alcohol all made Yan Xiuji feel irritable. His breathing seemed to become tighter and his heartbeat became heavier.
He held Zhou Ziyi's shoulders and wanted to push him away, but then he heard Zhou Ziyi say, "You're the only one who treats me well... You're the best."
Yan Xiuji was stunned for a moment.
He thought Zhou Ziyi should be very happy because of his victory in the game, but why did he sound like he was about to cry?
Moreover, Zhou Ziyi said to him "You are the best", and Yan Xiuzhi could hardly believe that this was said to him.
Since childhood, Yan Xiuji has received many comments, both good and bad, but he has never heard such comments. Yan Xiuji's relatives and friends generally think that he is reliable, stable, and has his own ideas, but no one has ever said as bluntly as Zhou Ziyi, "You are the best to me."
Yan Xiuzhi couldn't even think of what he had done well for Zhou Ziyi.
"Look carefully at who I am." Yan Xiuji guessed that Zhou Ziyi must have drunk too much and recognized the wrong person, "Don't talk nonsense."
"I see it clearly." Zhou Ziyi was still clinging to his arms, but he raised his head and looked at him, "Aren't you my brother?"
Yan Xiuji: "Which brother?"
"Brother Yan! Which other brother?" Zhou Ziyi felt a little dizzy after seeing so much, and leaned back on the man's shoulder, "Yan Xiuji, how come you don't even recognize yourself?"
Yan Xiuzhi: ...Listen to what nonsense you are saying.
The CEO thought Zhou Ziyi must have been drunk and talking nonsense, and even if he was talking about him, he couldn't believe it. He wanted to put Zhou Ziyi on the sofa, but Zhou Ziyi tied him up, hanging him firmly like a weight.
"How can there be someone as good as you in the world, brother, what would I do without you..." Zhou Ziyi was still tossing and turning in his arms, muttering, "I'm finished without you!"
Zhou Ziyi was actually still drunk, but what he said was not completely nonsense.
One could even say that he was speaking the truth after drinking.
The performance of those so-called playmates in the past, Sheffield's words and deeds, all of these represent how others view his situation and his marriage. Even if he wins a few games against Sheffield, it will only increase the topic of conversation for those people. For Zhou Ziyi himself, apart from venting his anger for a while and the gambling money which is a drop in the bucket compared to the debt, it will not have a greater impact on his future life.
Only Yan Xiuzhi seems even more rare compared to others.
He gave Zhou Ziyi so much money, but he didn't ask for much. Respect and equality are intangible, but they are the most important. Zhou Ziyi used to say that Yan Xiuji was troublesome, cold, and difficult to get along with, but Zhou Ziyi knew how precious it was in his heart, and he was grateful to him from the bottom of his heart. But in the past, Zhou Ziyi always thought that he "had to save face." He deliberately treated Yan Xiuji as an equal, not letting others see his bluff, and would not be honest about his thoughts on Yan Xiuji.
But today, after being stimulated by Sheffield, he suddenly felt that Yan Xiuji was much better than a scum like Sheffield, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times better. Even Yan Xiuji's so-called minor flaws were just some cute little embellishments. In short... he was good in every way!
If I have to choose a man to spend the rest of my life with, I'd choose Yan Xiuzhi. Sheffield is nothing!
Zhou Ziyi's courage and true feelings were completely washed out by the alcohol.
He hugged Yan Xiuji and cried, "Brother, if you kick me out, I won't be able to survive! I'll just jump off the bridge..."
"What are you crazy about?" Yan Xiuji frowned, "Don't say such things."
“Yeah!” Zhou Ziyi agreed casually, “I have nothing left. I will listen to you. Whatever you say is what it is. Brother, you are the best to me. There is really no one else. I know. Thank you, thank you…”
Yan Xiuzhi listened to his constant thanks and suddenly realized something.
Was it after meeting his classmates that he remembered what happened before?
Did he remember when he was down and out and went to those people for help but was turned away?
Yan Xiuji suddenly felt that Zhou Ziyi's former so-called friends ignored him when he was in trouble, but invited him to a party after he married him. There were also quite a few people who sent Zhou Ziyi's playing basketball photos and status in a seemingly intimate manner... It was really ironic.
I don’t know if those people said some sarcastic words to Zhou Ziyi last night, which caused Zhou Ziyi to become like this.
Yan Xiuji thought of this and simply asked the person curled up in his arms: "What did others say to you yesterday?"
Zhou Ziyi's fart was interrupted, he was at a loss: "...Ah?"
"I'm asking you, did you hear someone say something that implied something about you last night?" Yan Xiuji asked again, and fearing that he might not understand because he was drunk, he explained, "What made you unhappy?"
Zhou Ziyi actually understood what I said, and laughed: "Brother...you want me to tell tales on you?"
"Okay." Yan Xiuji was so annoyed by him that he simply hugged him back to prevent him from falling. "If you marry me, others will target you and they will just be denying me face."
"Wow... that's so sweet!" Zhou Ziyi wanted to wink at Yan Xiuzhi, but his condition was so bad that his expression was a mess.
Like slightly.
Yan Xiuji was too lazy to dwell on this now, and just asked, "So, is there one?"
"...No." Zhou Ziyi smiled. "Hey, if there are any, they don't dare to be so blatant. The only one who was so daring... I beat him by 147 points! Oh, I scored 147 today! Snooker! Brother, am I awesome?"
"I saw it. It's amazing." Seeing that he was suddenly happy again, Yan Xiuji decided to make him happier so that he wouldn't fall back into that weird state of depression. "I'll give you a bonus."
"Eh...?!" Zhou Ziyi was very sensitive about money and his eyes widened. "Really?"
"Really." Yan Xiuji felt that he was a little more awake, and took the opportunity to say, "But you let me go now and go back to sleep. I'll give it to you after you wake up."
"Really?" Zhou Ziyi kept asking, "Really, really, really?"
"If you ask again, it's fake." Yan Xiuji said, "Let go and go back to your room."
Zhou Ziyi didn't let him go immediately after hearing that. Instead, he hugged him, raised his head again, and looked into his eyes.
Yan Xiuzhi looked into his bright eyes, and felt an ominous premonition, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Brother, you are really the best!"
After Zhou Ziyi finished speaking, he leaned forward and gave the man a loud MUA smack on the face, then let go and ran away!
President Yan was furious: "Zhou Ziyi!!!"
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