Today is also seriously pampering the enemy

Chapter 47

Qi Yu was slightly taken aback, he got up from the beanbag sofa somewhere, and walked to this room unconsciously.

There is a little dust in the gap of the doorknob, but the handle is clean, and there is a small decorative lock hanging on it. It looks like it has been used for a long time, and the copper paint on the corners has some signs of peeling off. .

Qi Yu looked at it, and suddenly felt a little curiosity, and subconsciously touched the small lock.

"Don't touch that lock!"

Fu Yan walked out of the bedroom with his clothes in his arms, and when he looked up, he saw Qi Yu standing at the door of his storage room, and suddenly his heart rose to his throat, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Qi Yu's hand stopped in the air, and shrank back embarrassedly, "Sorry."

Fu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and added belatedly, "That's my storage room. There are many, messy things and a lot of dust in it, so I locked it up."

Storage closet... next to the master bedroom?

Qi Yu glanced at the dust-free handle and didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go this way."

Fu Yan hurriedly pulled the man to the other end of the corridor, and pushed open the bathroom door, "There are shampoo and body wash, and bath salt, take a bath or shower, depending on your preference. Here are bath towels and clothes, all It was a gift from the brand, but I haven't worn it. As for the underwear..."

He paused slightly, a little embarrassed, "It's also unopened, I don't know if the size fits, you just order it."

Qi Yu didn't take his words seriously at this time, "Yes."

"Next door is the laundry room, where you can put your changed clothes, and there is a dryer next to it. If you need an iron, I'll get it to you later."

Fu Yan talked a lot in a rare way, and finally put the clothes on the shelf chair next to him, pursed his lips, "Well, I'll go first, you...you do what you want."

Qi Yu nodded and glanced at the bathtub, "I might take a bath later, it should take a while..."

"I also have a bathroom in my room."

Fu Yan immediately replied, "You wash slowly, don't worry."

After saying this, under the dim light, his ears turned a little red, and he walked out in a hurry.

"How weird?"

While muttering, Qi Yu locked the door of the bathroom, put the hot water in, took off his clothes and lay down.

The profession of stardom can be said to be a high-risk occupation. Not only must the physical fitness be excellent, but also the psychological ability to withstand stress. For those artists who are in need of a boost in momentum, there is no difference between day and night, and there is room for them to sleep It is often the car seat on the go.

Qi Yu was also a member of them. For him, taking a bath is the best way to decompress after a period of busy work.

so tired...

The hazy mist floated out of the pool, and Qi Yu raised his head and closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the rare quiet time.The water temperature is just right, like a warm and strong hand pressing from his shoulder to his tired waist, gradually relieving the fatigue of the day. ""

"Dong dong dong."

A shallow knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Fu Yan coughed twice outside the door as a reminder, "Well, I forgot to give you the slippers just now."

"..."

Qi Yu opened his eyes and looked at the ground. It turned out that he had been wearing his own high-end leather shoes just now. These shoes were a gift from the handmade leather shoe master Stephen, and they would be scrapped if they got wet.

But you can't run out without slippers...

He rubbed his temples with a headache, "Do you have the key?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door, "Yes."

"Then open the door and come in."

There was another silence outside the door. After a while, Fu Yan confirmed again, "I'll open the door and go in? Aren't you taking a shower now?"

"I'm holding the door in the middle, come in."

Oh yes... forgot there was a frosted door in the middle.

Half a minute later, Fu Yan brought the key and unlocked the bathroom.Pushing open the door, it turned out to be a frosted glass door, which made everything blurry, not to mention that Qi Yu was still lying in the bathtub, only a round shadow could be seen.

Qi Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, raised half of his arm slightly, and put it on the edge of the snow-white bathtub, the color almost blended into it.

Warm yellow light was cast from the ceiling, casting the moving shadow of his arm on the frosted door dimly, revealing a little bit of the outline of the finger bones.

Fu Yan only glanced at it, and suddenly his heart was full of blood. Countless pictures rolled through his mind. The misty water vapor penetrated through the crack of the door, scalding his neck, and even his ears were buzzing. Voice.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, hurriedly put the slippers outside the frosted door, turned around and left without saying a word.

Before Qi Yu had time to talk to him, he heard a burst of hasty footsteps, followed by a gentle closing sound of the door, and Fu Yan's back disappeared outside the door.

He curled his lips, "...why are you losing your temper again?"

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He soaked for more than 40 minutes, and his whole body was stretched, like a rose blooming in a glass bottle containing water. The water droplets lingered on his skin, and finally was wiped clean by the bath towel.

"Pants panties..."

Qi Yu rummaged through it, and finally found the underwear box that hadn't been opened yet. The style of the underwear was simple, black triangle, without extra fancy, and there was a tag of a certain brand he liked hanging on it. He was very satisfied with everything.

...except size.

Qi Yu was wearing a brand new bathrobe, and stood in the bathroom frankly, holding the underwear close up and comparing it with his waist; holding it further away, and analyzing it from a macro perspective.

After going back and forth several times, he finally found an excuse he liked, "After all, I'm half a head taller than me. It's normal for this waist to be a little bigger, not to mention that I've lost weight recently."

After he finished comforting himself, he leaned against the wall and bent down to put on his underwear. He straightened up. The stretch belt of the underwear was tightly attached to his waist. Hurts one's self-esteem.

Prayer: "..."

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When he returned to the room, Fu Yan had already showered, dried his hair, and changed into a bathrobe of the same style as his. holding something.

"The floor is paved for you."

Fu Yan couldn't open the book in his hand even for a moment, but he just squeezed the pages in the corners slightly with his fingers, "I brought you two more quilts and put them at the end of the bed. If you think the floor is hard, you can spread an extra layer."

His bedroom is large enough for a double bed.

"pretty good."

Qi Yu stepped on the quilt softly, "By the way, let me ask you, your clothes..."

He swallowed halfway through his words, and Fu Yan, who was concentrating on reading, couldn't help but raise his head, "What's wrong? It's uncomfortable to wear? Shall I change it for you?"

"……no."

Brand merchants usually send clothes in the corresponding size, so, that bastard can actually wear this size?

True or false... Impossible!

Qi Yu couldn't help but sit down silently, blocking the empty coolness below, looked up at Fu Yan who was sitting by the bed, and had nothing to say, "You don't have any bad habits when you sleep, there is no guardrail or anything on this bed, don't you Will you fall asleep and hit me?"

"........."

Fu Yan was silent for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, "It's not a baby, why do you need a guardrail? And I've slept on this bed for more than half a year, and I never fell on the floor before you came."

"That's good."

Qi Yu stacked the two pillows together to form a pillow, and leaned on it comfortably, "I stayed here today to take care of you, so don't allow me to molest me."

Fu Yan: "..."

Qi Yu tilted his head, trying to read the cover of the book in his hand, "What are you looking at? No, no life...what happened?"

His topic jumped too fast, and it took Fu Yan a second or two to catch up with his logic, "No one survived, a famous detective novel."

After speaking, he turned the page over so that he could see it more clearly.

"Didn't you read famous books before? Why do you like detective novels again?"

Qi Yu raised his arms to support his chin, and yawned, "I'm most afraid of watching this kind of murder decryption stuff, I'm sure I won't be able to sleep at night after watching it."

"I don't like it either."

Fu Yan took out a simple black bookmark from the bedside table, put it in the place where he had just finished reading, and then closed the novel, "There are often complex numbers of protagonists and interpersonal relationships in detective novels, I just substitute them in by myself. In the role, it’s just practice over and over again.”

"What a good student."

Qi Yu clicked his tongue twice, "I've known you for so many years, but I don't think you've ever really liked anything. You learned guitar and street dance, and broadcast music for three years in a broadcasting agency during college, and took on acting after graduation. Everything is done above the average level, and everything can make the teacher praise you for your talent."

He paused, and looked at Fu Yan's expression under the warm yellow light, "But I can feel that you have put in seriousness, talent and hard work, but you lack enthusiasm. I have always wanted to ask you , since you don't like it that much, why do these extra things?"

Fu Yan leaned quietly on the edge of the bed, his hair was lying softly on his stomach, his soft bangs were hanging down, and between the hair and the light, the pair of black eyes were faintly visible.

"Not everything needs to be done in the name of liking."

After a moment of silence, Fu Yan said softly, "There is always a reason that will urge you, look forward to you, and lead you to do it."

"Reason? Do you need any more reason?"

Tired from lying down, Qi Yu turned over and lay on the soft quilt, looking at the dim ceiling, "You are the proud son of heaven, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, even though you have an older brother, you love you very much. The pressure of separation of brothers and separation of parents. I can't think of any reason for you to go again and again..."

He thought for a long time, and finally found a word that sounded more appropriate, "Crazy?"

Qi Yu waited for a long time, but Fu Yan still did not give him an accurate answer.

The silence in the room merged with the small flowers on the window sill, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

"Okay, I won't ask."

Qi Yu spread his hands, "Even if the villa is thousands of miles away and the beauties are like forests, Gatsby, who is the richest man in the world, still has his troubles."

"Gatsby……"

Fu Yan silently recited these three words several times. He lay down slowly, stared sideways at Qi Yu under the bed, and asked himself over and over again:

am i gatsby

Maybe, but Qi Yu will not become Daisy.

"Don't talk about me, talk about you."

Fu Yan's voice was gentle and cherishing, "What about your troubles?"

"I?"

Qi Yu pulled up the quilt, thought for a long time, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Now I am making a comeback, the resources are soft, and I don't have to worry about food or clothing... What else can I worry about?"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about."

Fu Yan asked, "Over the years, has Aunt Chen called you?"

Aunt Chen is Qi Yu's biological mother.

The author has something to say: [insert a small popular science]: "The Great Gatsby" Gatsby loves his former lover Daisy deeply, but Daisy married the rude and rich Buchanan.After becoming rich, Gatsby bought a luxurious villa by the beach, facing Daisy and his wife across the river.

He invited people from all over the city to his house to have a party, just to reunite with Daisy at the party... It's just the kind of infatuation in the world, but the ending is not happy_:зゝ∠_Thanks for voting for the overlord or irrigation Little angel of nutrient solution~

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