The indicator light across the zebra crossing turned green, and the side of the girl's umbrella bone brushed the man's back.

　Lian Jue stretched out his hand to bring the person under his umbrella, and a strong drunken scent came to his nose. He pressed his lower lip invisibly, frowning at the man who was not looking good in front of him.

　"Uncomfortable?" The

　man nodded slightly, then quickly shook his head.

　The cuffs of Lian Jue's coat were wrinkled by the man's hand, and he drew it back, but the other party did not loosen it.

　"Do you need to take you to the hospital?" The

　man still shook his head and raised his eyes to look at him. His mouth was a little bit difficult, and his voice was soft and weak: "...Can you take me home?"

　There was traffic on the road beside him. , The sound of the siren overwhelmed the man's weak volume, and Lian Jue could only vaguely hear him say'go home'.

　He even paused and asked: "Where is your home?" The

　man shook his head again, his expression a little embarrassed: "No, it's not my home."

　He frowned and looked very uncomfortable . He closed his eyes. He pursed his lips slowly, and said more difficultly: "Or the hotel, can you use your ID? There seems to be a problem with my ID, and they refused to open the room for me..."

　Lian Jue raised his eyes to the Express Hotel on the opposite side of the road. He glanced, nodded, and confirmed in a deep voice: "Do you really don't need to go to the hospital?"

　"No... the hospital." The

　man seemed to prove that he was not going to the hospital, so he let go. Jue's arm shook slightly before he stood firm in front of Lian Jue, and repeated: "You don't need to go to the hospital."

　He lowered his head, only as large as Lian Jue's chin, from the angle of Lian Jue's eyes. He could see his hot red back neck and flat and thin shoulders. The white shirt on the man's body was wet by rain. It was thin and transparent, clearly depicting his slightly trembling butterfly bones.

　He was shaking.

　"I'm just, a little dizzy..." The man lowered his eyes and gently rubbed his forehead, his hoarse voice was a little bit annoying, "I seem to be drunk."

　Lian Jue wanted to send people to the nearby express hotel, but because the registration information did not match the occupant, he was politely refused to check in by the hotel front desk.

　The man curled up in the corner of the sofa by the window in the hotel lobby, drowsy with his side forehead against the cold glass window.

　Lian Jue walked over and called him.

　The man's face was steamed red, his eyes were flushed, and the urn sounded "Yes", which was the last response before he passed out.

　The rain was heavy outside, and the rainwater clashed on the glass windows with a dull sound, and the rainwater flowing on the windows converged into a flowing chiffon. The neon lights outside the hotel reflected a warm yellow light and shadow in front of the window, coating a soft light edge for the man's unsettled sleeping face.

　Lian Jue raised his eyes and scanned the wall clock on the wall. It was half past nine.

　He turned his gaze back and glanced at the sleeping person on the sofa, only to realize how much trouble he had just picked up for himself.

　The driver arrived half an hour later, Lian Jue stood on the side of the road with his umbrella, the man beside him half leaning in his arms. It must be that the cold and clammy clothes don't feel good when they are attached to the body. The weather is cold at night, and the person subconsciously presses the chest of the person next to him, delusional to draw the temperature from the person next to him.

　The driver opened the door holding an umbrella to get off, noting that even the tactics arms round the man, Wei Zheng a little, and soon even respectful nod to the tactic:. "Even Mr." Even

　tactic sullenly into his arms to a signle The drunk inside the drill pulled away and threw the person to the driver: "Send him to the hotel." The

　driver subconsciously took the person, and was stunned after hearing the words: "Which hotel?"

　Lian Jue opened his sleeve and glanced at his watch: "Whatever you want. Find a five-star hotel and give him a room under my name. I have something else to do." As

　soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed his wrist.

　The man who had just become drunk and delirious struggled to get up from the driver's arms, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a mist of moisture in his eyes, as if he was about to cry: "Don't go, help me... ..." The

　driver stood aside awkwardly and whispered: "Here, sir..."

　Lian Jue narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him, trying to find the slightest trace of drunkenness from his face, but he failed.

　The phone in his pocket vibrated again, Lian Jue put away his eyes briefly, and took his wrist back from his hand indifferently. Stand firmly swayingly.

　Lian Jue glanced at him lightly, handed the umbrella in his hand to the driver, and took out his mobile phone to answer the call: "What's wrong."

　"Sir, are you coming back tonight?" Auntie said hesitantly on the other side of the phone. "Tongtong hasn't slept yet, so she said she wants to wait for you to come back."

　Lian Jue frowned: "Wait for what I do, let him go to sleep."

　"I got a good grade in the exam today, and I have been thinking of you coming back to praise him. "The aunt sighed helplessly, "As a result, I made you angry again just now, now I blame

　myself ." "I'm not angry." Lian Jue said.

　"Then do you have time now? I'll let Tongtong come over and talk to you? Or I think he can hardly sleep tonight."

　Lian Jue glanced at the side, and the man stood aside with his head bowed and helpless. The thin body trembles in the night wind with rain.

　He responded with a low voice to the phone, took the umbrella from the driver who was waiting next to him in the gap waiting for the answer, and raised his jaw: "Take him away." The

　driver opened the door and was polite. The ground said to the man: "Please."

　Lian Jue didn't look at him again, and walked a few steps aside with the umbrella.

　The phone stopped for a while, and there was a patter of footsteps, and soon someone answered the phone, with an unsteady gasp in the voice: "Uncle Lian, Auntie said you are not angry."

　Lian Jue said faintly "Yeah." After a cry, he corrected: "I will call Dad from now on." The

　other side seemed uncomfortable, but he quickly called out: "Dad."

　This sound made Lian Jue's tone slow down a bit, "Why don't you sleep yet? ?"

　There was silence there, the child gasped, and carefully asked: "...Aren't you coming back?"

　"Back, later. If you are sleepy, go to bed first." The

　other side said obediently, "Okay ." ", his tone was reluctant, Lian Jue didn't hear it, and asked: "Is there anything else?"

　"Nothing."

　"Well, that's the case first."

　Lian Jue was about to hang up the phone, over there. Suddenly stopped him again.

　"...Wait a minute, Dad, there is one more thing."

　"What."

　"The teacher said that the parents will sign a name for the papers issued today, and they will take it back to school tomorrow..."

　"Sign to the aunt . " "

　...... oh. " "

　well, I hung up "tactic even said," you go to sleep "..

　to be even tactic hung up the phone, behind the driver and gently called out to him:"? even sir, "

　he Turning his head, seeing the two men still staying in place, he asked in a

　deep voice, "Why are you still leaving?" The driver looked at the man next to him who was still hanging his head in embarrassment.

　The man bit his pale lips, his nose was red with cold, and his face was moist, not knowing whether it was tears or wind blowing rain.

　Lian Jue felt a little impatient in his heart, put away his mobile phone and walked over, and said to the man, "He will send you there." The

　man remained motionless.

　After a moment of silence, Lian Jue looked away from him and asked the driver, "Which five-star hotel is the closest to here?"

　"Hilton, sir." The driver quickly replied, "You are stuck in the car.

　" Hmm." Lian Jue pulled the co-driver away, forced the man into the car, closed the door, took out the car key from his pocket and handed it to the driver.

　The driver was startled.

　"My car is parked across the road. You drive my car back."

　The door of the room opened with a beep, and Lian Jue led people in and turned on the light. It's the warm yellow light on the head of the bed.

　He stepped on the thick, soft carpet and walked in, and threw the person who didn't have much weight in his arms on the bed.

　The man fell into the big bed with two loose buttons. The shirt attached to his body wrinkled slightly due to the falling mattress, and the raised hem revealed a small white slender waist. He snorted uncomfortably, his wet hair scattered all over the pillow, and soon a small pool of dark water marks appeared on the surface of the pillow. His thick eyelashes trembled as his brows tightened, and his slender legs wrapped in slacks were rubbing against each other, muttering something lowly.

　Lian Jue stood blankly by the bed, his face was no longer gentle, and his voice cooled down.

　"Let's talk. What do you want to do?" The

　man seemed to be frozen by his sudden chilling voice, shaking slightly, and slowly propped himself up from the bed.

　Lian Jue's eyes were slightly narrowed, his jaw line stretched sharply, and he watched his movements condescendingly.

　The man wanted to get out of the bed, but his legs became weak, and he staggered on the side of the bed as soon as he stepped on the ground. His cold white hands stubbornly dig into the long hair of the carpet, and his thin shoulder blades are slightly braced, like a pair of beautiful and fragile butterflies.

　He raised his head and looked at Lian Jue with damp eyes, showing almost naked desire-thoughts, but it was not longing, but somehow made Lian Jue read a bit desperate from it.

　Before Lian Jue figured out the meaning of his expression, the man raised his waist, rubbing his weak knees against the wet carpet under him, and crawling to reach Lian Jue's feet.

　He climbed on Lian Jue's legs, struggling to stand up, his cold hands stretched out to Lian Jue's trousers waist, tremblingly to untie his belt.

　"Sir..." The

　man called him as he was just called. He couldn't keep his voice steady when he was out of control, and his husky and trembling voice was full of crying.

　"Give me..."

　Give me your pheromone.