Inside the den, there are warm lights and a cold atmosphere.
Shen Jun was working on the computer over there, and Fang Zonglai was sitting alone on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.
What happened today was really embarrassing because of his temper. Xiao Xiao finally came here, and he didn't go back just to eat a burger and a cup of milk tea.
Fang Zonglai didn't recruit guests well and didn't treat Xia Xi well, which made Shen Jui angry.
He was almost bored to death.
Instead, he lay on the sofa with his bright eyes looking in the direction of Shen Zui, hoping to get Shen Zui's forgiveness.
Such a big person is longer than a sofa, so he shouldn't be invisible, right?
But he was really invisible to Shen Jue, as if he were in the air. Fang Zonglai could only speak with anxiety, "Let's talk about it, it's not good to be bored."
The man who was holding his notebook and pretending to be quiet finally had time to stop. He walked over to Fang Zonglai and sat down directly.
Fang Zonglai was so anxious that he quickly gave up his seat and sat aside, ready to listen to Shen Zui's little lesson about his love for him.
Shen Jiu is as if stating the facts, "You are not gentle, meticulous, and pay attention to details. You are also irritable, easily angry, rude, and rough. You only care about yourself."
So sincere?
Fang Zonglai's eyes widened in shock, and after a while he shrugged his head in aggrieved manner, "Shen Ji, are you planning to get high on my wound?"
After saying that, the drunken mood was almost restored: "Speak humanly."
Fang Zonglai said gloomily: "Pour salt on the wound."
He had just been hit by Xia Xi today, and Shen Jun was not here to coax him...
"Will you change it or not?" Shen Jun put down his notebook, turned around, held Fang Zonglai's face in his hands, and pointed it in his direction.
Fang Zonglai nodded, "I tried hard to change, but..."
Is his technique that bad?
With such a bad situation, why is Shen Yu still willing to...could this be love?
Putting his head on Shen Jun's shoulder, Fang Zonglai sighed with emotion: "Shen Jun, thank you for your hard work. Tell me how you like me?"
Fang Zonglai is so wilted, it's not okay. The side of Shen Zui's face brushed against his prickly hair, and he spoke casually, "I'm used to it, I can't say I like it."
These words shocked Fang Zonglai to his core. He had a stubborn expression on his face: "It's not a habit, you just like me."
"I don't like it." Shen Jiong's voice was slow.
Fang Zonglai was so angry that he took a deep breath to calm down. He was really a little bit angry, and he actually wanted to use force to solve the problem.
Shen Jun just said that his skills were not good. If he were to think about himself now, Fang Zonglai would be dead.
After getting up, Fang Zonglai planned to escape and go back to his room to sleep, which would make sleeping less painful.
"Habits arise, exist, and are maintained because of love, Fang Zonglai, don't you know?"
The man's footsteps stopped, he was cold and drunk, but also had the heat that was unique to him. The words he spoke, the sound shook his eardrums over and over again.
Turning around, Fang Zonglai sat obediently next to Shen Ying again. He didn't plan to sleep alone and planned to sleep with Shen Ying.
Holding Shen Xu's fair and slender hand, Fang Zonglai began to pull at it, humming back: "I know, I'm not stupid."
Putting his drunken hand on his heart, Fang Zonglai said sincerely: "I am also accustomed to you and still dependent on you, so... I am a bit possessive."