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Song Zhiye is the first time to see a person who wakes up and appears in a strange place. Is it true that all the fairy tales are deceiving?

What about the plot of the idol drama of "who are you and what have you done to me" with a quilt covering her body?

Oh, no, that seems to have happened to the mistress.

Now sitting on his bed is a man of one meter eight.

"Oh, this is where I live. You got drunk at my uncle's bar last night, and there were no hotels nearby, so I brought you back. As for what happened? "

Song Zhiye made a long yawn, grabbed his head, sat up, rubbed his eyes, looked at Xu Qingdu and said, "do you mean that the Internet cafe where you left your luggage yesterday took your suitcase back? I left your suitcase downstairs and I can't carry it up. "

Xu Qingdu's face was still expressionless, and the color of his face, which was dyed by drunkenness, had long disappeared. A pale little face looked like the appearance of an early recovery from a serious illness.

He just pursed his lips and looked at Song Zhiye in silence, but when he looked at him, he was almost absorbed by his dark eyes.

Except for the thin, pale pink lips, there were only two colors on his face: white without impurities and black without background.

Xu Qingdu opened his mouth when song Zhiye's scalp was numb and asked, "did you change my clothes for me?"

Song Zhiye seemed to hear some strange and strange talk. He looked at Xu Qingdu innocently and asked, "otherwise? You drank wine yesterday. Although you didn't drink much, you still have a taste. Although I'm a big roughneck, it's not good to let you go to sleep with the smell of wine all over you? "

With this sentence, song Zhiye found Xu Qingdu silent.

At this time, the alarm clock on Song Zhiye's mobile phone rang. He bent over and turned off his mobile phone. Without looking at Xu Qingdu's wonderful face, he opened the quilt and got out of bed. He didn't know what to do with his mobile phone.

"Anyway, we are all men. You have some and I also have them. It's OK to change your clothes and take a bath. Oh, by the way, I washed your clothes yesterday, dried them and put them on the sofa."

Xu Qingdu:

Give bath and wash clothes again, have not happened unexpectedly?

Should he cry or be glad?

Xu Qingdu's eyes fell on Song Zhiye's back, and some greedy eyes patrolled the shuttle shuttle back and forth. When he put down his mobile phone and wanted to turn around, Xu Qingdu withdrew his eyes, lowered his eyes, lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked barefoot to the sofa.

Song Zhiye takes a look at Xu Qingdu, and picks up his mobile phone, which rings once, and returns the message to prospect.

Prospect: what are you doing? Have you got up yet? Why lock the door? My book! 】

Song Zhiye grabbed a handful of hair on his head and typed with one hand: "I know, I'll open the door and you can come in and get it. 】

Xu Qingdu stood by the sofa and changed his clothes. He thought that song Zhiye had finished watching it anyway, so it would be OK to change his clothes.

Song Zhiye, who has been paying attention to his mobile phone, doesn't know Xu Qingdu is changing clothes. He goes to the door, opens the lock and puts the prospect in.

"What's the rush?"

Looking forward to the song Zhiye flattered smile, just about to speak saw song Zhiye behind take off his coat is changing clothes Xu Qingdu.

Putting his shirt on his body, Xu Qingdu realized that the door was open and looked at it calmly.