Chapter 102 The Lion Holds His Trophy

After Shen Jixing finished speaking, he turned and left.

The silver sensor was placed on the hot pulse. Shen Jixing seemed to sense something and his thin lips curled slightly in a subtle way.

This is the beginning of the blossoming.

No future.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Yili put his arm around his narrow waist and easily pulled him back into his arms.

Hold him in your arms like a big pet.

Shen Jixing's eyebrows moved slightly.

When Zhou Yili is drunk, he is always unconsciously clingy.

He always has the habit of going out and coming back, "Take a bath..."

The cold voice paused slightly, trying to avoid the breath on the back of his neck.

But Zhou Yili had a bad temper and easily trapped him in his arms.

Shen Jixing's eyelashes moved slightly, "Don't..."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a bustling night scene. The lights on the first floor of the apartment are bright, and there is a sense of being out of control that is nowhere to hide.

Zhou Yili's eyes were dark, "What else?"

This superstar who was so high up in the sky, looked so frail in his arms, like a soft little white pigeon resisting the flapping of its wings.

"Don't forget the cake you drew for me."

Shen Jixing is always good at coaxing people.

He is so good at coaxing people.

These few words almost coaxed Zhou Yili into becoming an embryo.

"I'm going to take a shower when I come back..." Shen Jixing pressed his cold fingertips against his lips, maintaining his last stubborn cleanliness.

Zhou Yili really couldn't help but laugh quietly.

"Why are you so clean?"

Shen Jixing held his wrist, and his cold white fingertips touched the sensor, revealing a strong sense of color difference.

Zhou Yili couldn't find Little Rose.

She lowered her eyes to look into his cold and slightly moist eyes, picked up the person in her arms and strode upstairs, "Wash."

Shen Jixing: “……?”

The little lion looked unfocused and dangerous.

Shen Jixing wanted him to calm down.

As long as Zhou Yili looked at him, he would not remain calm, "Don't move, I won't listen."

The little white bird on my shoulder was confused.

Shen Jixing's cold eyes were always indifferent, but it was rare for him to be so stunned and confused, and then he was extremely embarrassed and angry, "Zhou Yili!"

Zhou Yili couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

Climbing the last step, he held the person on his shoulders in his arms like a princess, like a dangerous lion holding his prey with pity.

Kick open the door of the master bedroom and step into the den.

"That's wrong. That's wrong."

“…”

…………

The celebration banquet is over.

The gloomy Xiaoque stood up with a resentment greater than that of a ghost. When he saw the empty banquet hall, he felt like he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Sikong Xiu threw the key to him, "Here."

Sheng Que took it subconsciously, completely forgetting that he had hitchhiked here.

He asked Si Kong Xiu: "Have you been sad recently? Tell me quickly and make me happy."

Sikong Xiu: “…”

He narrowed his foxy eyes in amusement and said, "I was just playing games today. I didn't hit you, right?"

Sheng confirmed it.

If it were in the past, he would definitely stand tall and say that he would not be afraid even if he and Zhou Yili joined forces.

He has Fu Chen.

Fu Chen can control all of their puppies.

But Fu Chen had nothing to do with him after that, and in fact, they had nothing to do with him in the first place.

Sheng Que hung his head and babbled, "I'm not a good husband, not a good father, and not a good son. So what? I'm a girl."

Sikong Xiu poofed the champagne all over the floor.

"Are you drunk???" He remembered that Sheng Que didn't drink a sip of wine, and the kid was talking crazily.

Sheng Que covered his face and said, "I'm not drunk, I'm just crazy."

He simply went from being a spoiled young master to being an unwanted young master.

It doesn't matter, he is Xiao Que who cannot be defeated.

“Woo woo woo…”

Sheng Que was strong with tears streaming down his face.

Si Kong Xiu looked disgusted and said, "Forget it, I'll just call a designated driver. Mr. Fu is worth much more than you."

Sheng Que was stunned: "What's wrong with him?"

"I drank a little too much on the balcony, so I definitely can't drive. I don't dare to look in his pockets for his cell phone to contact help..."

Sheng Que immediately rushed to the balcony.

Sikong Xiu chuckled.

No, don't even contact the assistant.

"Slow down, slow down." Sheng Que supported the distinguished President Fu like a little maid, half hugging and half carrying him to the passenger seat. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, great, the migration was successful."

Fu Chen: “…”

He had a low alcohol tolerance and was now in a daze. He raised his eyes to look at him coldly and then closed them again.

Sheng Que was not embarrassed to see that he was in a cold mood. He pulled the seat belt over him and helped buckle it up, and his small hands pulled at the outside of Fu Chen's suit pants.

"Move."

Fu Chen closed his eyes again: "..."

Facing Sheng Que's delicate and handsome features up close, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

She raised her hand, took the seat belt from his palm, and buckled it with a "click".

He said with a slight sense of helplessness, "Get out."

Sheng Que lowered his eyelashes and stepped down from the passenger seat.

He hates me.

There is a barrier between us.

Sheng Que came to the driver's seat and started the car, pursing his lips and asked: "...Where is your new home?"

He didn't want to live in Sheng's house, so Sheng sent him to a new home.

He has grown up.

That naughty and rebellious child is also learning to respect the person closest to him in the world.

Until Fu Chen said, "I don't have a new home."

The neon lights outside the window shone on Fu Chen's profile, and Sheng Que was stunned. "Where have you been living these days?"

"company."

Fu Chen said nothing more. Sheng Que lowered his eyes and started the car.

The lounge on the top floor was not simple, it was spacious and bright, but it was cold and empty.

Sheng Que's only impression of it was loneliness.

After a busy day with all kinds of affairs, Fu Chen didn't even have a warm room to rest. Sheng Que seemed to have finally reconciled with himself at that moment.

Until Sheng Que's voice sounded: "Starting tomorrow, I will help you choose a blind date."

Fu Chen's eyes moved and he opened them.

Sheng Que knelt beside him, his chestnut hair soft in the moonlight, took off his tie with his fingers, and began to unbutton his suit. "I have a good eye, I will definitely pick a gentle and beautiful aunt for you."

Fu Chen grabbed his hand that was unbuttoning his shirt and said, "No need. It's late. Let's go back."

Sheng Que was stunned.

Fu Chen didn't look at him again. He turned over with his back to him and let his thoughts sink into the abyss and fall asleep.

The movement behind him disappeared and Fu Chen remained motionless.

It's all his own fault.

Therefore, they are not even qualified to be pitied.

Fu Chen's hands slowly dropped. He had failed to catch his parents who had abandoned him, and now he still could not catch the light that had once illuminated his life.

Until a soft hand held him carefully.

Sheng Que went around to his front, took off his coat without knowing when, climbed onto the bed wearing a soft light-colored T-shirt, and squeezed into his cold quilt.

"I don't want it."

Sheng Que's rebelliousness has never changed.

"It's too dark. I don't want to drive. I want to sleep with you."

Sheng Que stubbornly grasped Fu Chen's hand, and the warmth in his embrace was childish yet warm.

"It's okay. When I grow up, I will give you a home."