Chapter 135 Because I Can’t Reject You, Because I Like You

Zhou Yili drank it all in one gulp with no expression on his face.

He also didn't want to drink the milk that Fu Chen had tasted, but Shen Jixing coaxed him and told him to be a good boy.

“…”

Fu Chen, who was standing opposite, found it hilarious.

"Uncle, if you have anything to say, I suggest you tell him directly, otherwise he..."

Fu Chen was just feeling a little confused recently, and he couldn't figure out what Xiao Sheng was thinking.

But now, after that night, it’s not necessary to tell the difference.

He could roughly guess what Zhou Yili wanted to say.

Just like his feelings, Sheng Que would never realize it as long as he didn't say it.

"You never know when I might poison you to death," Zhou Yili said.

Fu Chen: “…”

When Sheng Que came back, he called the waiter and brought a full bottle of milk to their table.

Sheng Que waved his hand and said, "Drink. After drinking, you two will be fine tomorrow."

Zhou Yili said nonchalantly: "It can be sent directly to the crematorium."

Sheng Que then stopped Shen Jixing from drinking red wine and proudly brought up a bottle of wine, "Brother Shen, let them drink milk, we'll serve whiskey!!!"

“…”

Ten minutes later.

The two injured players were carrying their own people and preparing to leave the scene.

"The tonic is tickling me..." Sheng Que was half-wrapped in Fu Chen's arms, humming and rubbing against him, "It's so itchy, hahaha."

Sheng Que was smiling and rubbing like a little goblin.

Fu Chen led the group to the parking lot. He was so angry that his face turned red with laughter. "Sheng Que, stand still."

Perhaps it was this naturally cold and reprimanding tone that Sheng Que had heard since he was a child.

He stood up straight reflexively, and then supported him crookedly, "Xiao Jiujiu, I feel a little dizzy, please help me hold the way."

“…”

Fu Chen simply bent down, picked the person up, and walked straight towards the parking lot with his long legs.

Sheng Que seemed to feel that he was walking very fast in a daze, but his brain was short-circuited and he didn't realize that something was wrong. He subconsciously said, "Is milk so effective?"

Fu Chen heard him murmur, "It's a magic medicine. I'll feed it to you every day from now on."

The cool night breeze blows on my face.

Fu Chen walked to the car without stopping, holding him in his arms, and opened the door with one hand, "Then don't even think about seeing me again in the future."

Sheng Que: “?”

Even though his brain was soaked in alcohol, Sheng Que woke up immediately.

"Why?"

Fu Chen felt that he didn't understand what lactose intolerance meant at that time.

To put it simply: "Allergy."

Fu Chen leaned over to buckle his seat belt, and was pulled back when he was about to stand up. Sheng Que looked at him in confusion, his lips moving slightly as he was about to say something.

A cool breath shrouded them from above.

"Because I can't say no to you."

"Because I like you."

But Sheng really wanted to kill him, so Fu Chen forced himself to face his heart.

His injury was not that exaggerated, and he was really allergic to seafood and milk, but he kept fantasizing and longing for Sheng Que.

Accompanying him to eat seafood in the midst of a busy schedule and seeing him under the pretext of scolding were the only comfort and freshness in his life.

"Sheng Que, did you come to me that night just because I'm right for you?"

Sheng Que's brain felt dizzy under the influence of his breath.

“Not suitable.”

Sheng Que was shocked and said, "I wanted to make you mine, but the plan changed. I can't suppress you."

So it's not suitable at all.

But Sheng did not resist or leave at that time.

"I quite like you, Fu Chen. I like you to do anything to me."

…

After the vehicle leaves the parking lot.

Shen Jixing's cold and indifferent voice came from behind the pillar, "No wonder Fu Chen couldn't help it. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to help it either."

Zhou Yili was leaning against a pillar with his arms folded, wondering why he, a top singer and wealthy young master, would accompany Shen Jixing here to steal melons.

Why does Shen Jixing, who is better than him, also like to steal melons?

Then I heard this: "?"

"Do you know what they did?" Zhou Yili couldn't actually tell whether Shen Jixing was drunk or not. This guy's alcohol tolerance was indeed not good, but there was not much difference between him being drunk and not drunk.

"Didn't I cover your eyes?"

Shen Jixing's eyes were cold and beautiful in the night, still like that arrogant and icy lake.

Then he raised his hands. "I still have ears."

Zhou Yili knew he was drunk and couldn't help but lower his head and laugh, "Yes, yes, that's amazing."

Shen Jixing also looked at him and smiled.

This guy usually had a stern face, and sometimes he would laugh out loud because of him. Zhou Yili rarely saw him in such a purely childish look.

Both obedient and deceptive.

Zhou Yili lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you have anything to say to Bo Yu today?"

The most straightforward thing Shen Jixing does when he's drunk is that he doesn't hide his feelings.

"Um."

Zhou Yili's heart sank slightly, "What?"

He understood that the trace of Bo Yu's existence in his life was too long and too important. Some feelings still existed even if they were worn away.

"Have a nice trip, and don't come back."

“…”

Zhou Yili was stunned for two seconds and couldn't help laughing, "Why didn't you say that?"

The parking lot was dimly lit, and a sky full of broken stars fell overhead.

Shen Jixing said truthfully: "I'm afraid you don't like it, and I'm also afraid of that 200-pound bodyguard."

He was afraid that Bo Yu would get sick again after hearing this, and that four people could not beat thirty.

Just said nothing.

Zhou Yili obviously didn't expect this to be the reason. He raised his hand and pinched his face. "Look at what happened. I thought..."

"You don't believe me."

Hearing this, Zhou Yili concluded that Shen Jixing was conscious, but his mouth was very different from usual, and he just answered whatever was asked.

"No, I just don't trust myself."

Caring too much about someone will make you anxious and worried about gains and losses. He has not yet escaped from that panic.

Those two people are so troublesome that it's hard for him to live alone.

"I have something to say to you, too."

Zhou Yili bent down with a good temper and said, "Speak."

His earlobe was touched by the thin lips, and he heard a cold and indifferent voice, which said three words to him very softly, "..."

Then the agent's car stopped in front of the two people.

Shen Jixing leaned sleepily against Zhou Yili. The agent glanced at him through the rearview mirror and joked, "Did you drink too much?"

"Well, that's great. I'll tell you something."

The agent looked at it suspiciously, "What? You have a new song hidden?"

Zhou Yili did not answer, but lowered his head and whispered in Shen Jixing's ear, "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Shen Jixing was woken up by him, and looked at him with moist eyes, "Twelve times."

At night, neon lights fell behind Zhou Yili. He smiled with his eyes and eyebrows, "I really didn't hear it clearly. Say it again, Brother Shen?"

This title made Shen Jixing's eyelashes tremble, and he leaned into Zhou Yili's arms with his ears slightly red.

Repeat for the thirteenth time: "I love you."

Agent: “………………”

On the silent road, a middle-aged man roared in despair: "I'm going to find a cotton factory and crash into it right now!!!"

That night.

Zhou Yili was so obedient that he went back to help the man take a bath, and bit off the soaked bandage from his hand, "Go back to sleep, I'll pack myself and then go back."

Shen Jixing was wearing thin and soft pajamas and did not move.

"You don't need to wash your hair, it smells good." Zhou Yili took off the bandages one by one and comforted Xiao Zuixing in a gentle voice.

Shen Jixing asked back: "Does it smell good?"

Zhou Yili chuckled and put his hands behind his back: "You are always so pretty, come on, give me a kiss and get out."

Shen Jixing looked at him silently for a moment, then kissed him on the cheek, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Zhou Yili couldn't operate with one hand, so he just took a quick shower, then lay on the bed and took the person into his arms.

He was very good today, so I rewarded him by letting him go.

But Shen Jixing had no intention of letting him go. Zhou Yi opened his eyes politely, "What are you doing? Are you molesting me?"

These words flashed through his now slow mind, but he was unable to come to any conclusion.

"No, I'll give you a cake."

Zhou Yili was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was a bunch of big cakes that Yuan had drawn for himself.

"Let's do it again later. You have a wound on your hand."

Zhou Yili grabbed his hand, took a deep breath, and finally let his hand go.

Shen Jixing wrinkled her eyelashes slightly, like a noble top who didn't like being interrupted, "Then I have something else."

The air was filled with the moist scent of bathtub. Zhou Yili didn't understand for a moment, and when he realized what was going on, his mind went blank for a moment.

"That's not what you should do..."

Shen Jixing was held by his chin, with a little light in his eyes. He looked at him blankly, "Why? Don't you treat me like this?"

Zhou Yili's whole body turned red. She stared at his soft red lips, her dark eyes slightly dodging, her ears burning. "How the hell can it be the same? Get up and go to sleep."

Shen Jixing looked at him for a few seconds and refused, "No."

Zhou Yili's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at the face he had been thinking about day and night, and then he slowly lowered his head in front of him——

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