The morning stars are far away

Chapter 133
Ye Xingyao was quite drunk, he just felt that something hard was pressing against him just now, which was quite uncomfortable, so he murmured softly.

Who knew that Gu Yichen's reaction was so strong that he even pushed her!
Ye Xingyao pouted, raised his head in dissatisfaction, and wanted to complain, but saw Gu Yichen sitting there stiffly, his brows were tightly knit together, and his perfectly curved chin was also firmly tensed. .

It seemed that he was extremely tense and at a loss.

"Little uncle..." Ye Xingyao touched his hand: "Why are your hands so hot?"

Gu Yichen withdrew his hand abruptly: "It's nothing, I'm a little bored."

As he spoke, he pressed the lathe.

The night wind blew away the heat that was suppressed on his body and heart, but Ye Xingyao sneezed and curled up beside Gu Yichen unconsciously.

Gu Yichen hastily closed the lathe, untied the coat wrapped around her head, and covered her body.

Raising his hand, he stroked her eyes lightly, and said in a particularly low voice, "Close your eyes and sleep for a while."

"Oh..." It was rare for Ye Xingyao not to talk back, and rested his head on his lap.

Half a minute later, she quietly opened her eyes, looked at Gu Yichen, and saw that he tilted his head slightly, his eyes were long and quiet, and the neon lights by the roadside were reflected in his pupils, creating layers of elusive impenetrable ripples.

…………

And in the old house of the Gu family on the other side.

When Sheng Yan got out of the car, he saw Allen waiting at the door.

Allen said politely: "Young Master Sheng, please come to the study with me."

Sheng Yanzheng was wondering, what was Gu Yichen so anxious about in the middle of the night, why did he have to go all the way to Huanyu tomorrow?
As a result, when they arrived at the study room, they didn't see Gu Yichen's shadow. Only Alan took a scroll of paintings from the desk and handed it to Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan opened it and saw that it was an ancient picture of a lady, which was quite beautiful, but it was not made by a famous artist.

He asked puzzledly, "What does this mean?"

Allen replied respectfully: "My boss said that when you saw this painting in the study last time, you said you liked it very much. The boss missed you and him as brothers for so many years, so he reluctantly gave up and gave this painting to you. You."

"..." Sheng Yan was so depressed, why didn't he remember that he had seen this painting?Also, even if he likes it, does he need to travel all the way?How many years brother?Is it enough for him to go back and forth?
"That's it?"

"Ah."

"Is this a big deal?"

"Ah."

"I'll go to him..." Sheng Yan was about to swear, but Allen said: "Our boss said, you can decide whether you come or not, he didn't insist you come."

"..." Sheng Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, did he come over impatiently?

All right!Who knows which muscle Gu Yichen made a mistake to play tricks on him?
Holding the painting, Sheng Yan complained about Gu Yichen while going downstairs.

As a result... his deafening roar suddenly sounded in the courtyard of the old house.

"Who killed a thousand knives! He actually poked my tire! Your uncle, you poked four times!"

"I'm fucking going back!"

…………

When Ye Xingyao woke up, it was already past nine o'clock the next morning.

Looking at the surrounding environment, it was actually in a hotel room.

Although I was drunk last night, there were still some fragments of memory left.

She was brought back by Gu Yichen on his shoulders, and she seemed to have vomited all over him, and she was still pestering him in the car to sing, singing something like "scumbag..."

(End of this chapter)