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Chapter 48 "My Childhood Neighbor"

When those words fell, Fu Juehan was stunned for a moment, and then his head became hot, and something scratched his heart.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, it was novel and unique, like a scarred wolf being picked up by a rabbit on a snowy night, the rabbit not only didn't run away, but stretched out its furry ears to cover his cold paws.

Not too warm, but very hot in the heart.

Due to the family environment, he has never tasted the feeling of being protected since he was a child. Fu Ge dare not get close to him, and Qi Han's love has many prerequisites.

Later, when I met Meng Yi and Li Yang, one was a child I really liked, and the other was the brother of the savior Tuo Gu, Fu Juehan played the role of output and protection in all intimate relationships, without any exception.

And today, it was the first time he was surrounded by people under the protection of not-so-powerful wings. It was ridiculous to say that his first reaction was that it was difficult to adapt.

Besides, this person is Meng Yi, the most unlikely and the least suitable person.

"It's not necessary." He pressed the wine glass Meng Yi raised, "This is not what you should do—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by something that came into his mouth suddenly, Fu Juehan had that round thing in his mouth, and out of etiquette, he spit it out in public.

He frowned and looked at Meng Yi, who immediately raised three fingers to swear, "It's not something strange, it's stomach medicine. I just saw that you pressed your stomach for a long time, and you still feel uncomfortable, don't you?"

He prepared that medicine for himself, and he stuffed one before filling the wine. It came out too quickly and grabbed a plate on the table. Just after taking it out, he found that there was only one left on this plate, without even thinking about it. Feed it to Fu Juehan if he thought about it.

Not only the medicine, but even the hangover tea that had been boiled all morning, the waiter only had two small cups. He was afraid that one cup would not be effective, so he expected to leave it to Fu Juehan. It never occurred to me to even out a little for myself.

Meng Yi thought bitterly, taking care of people is really the simplest and most difficult compulsory course, it is easy to do if you want to do it, but the difficulty is that you can't cover everything.

"Are you in severe pain?" He looked around under the cover of Liu Zhi, his round eyes rolled around, and after locking the position, he directly pulled Fu Juehan to the small corridor.

The wine is warm in the small wine cup there.

"I'm not doing well yet, let me know if you feel uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he turned around and put his palm on the warm wine cup, and immediately hissed softly from being scalded.

Even so, he didn't take off his hands, but trotted back after both hands were hot, stuffed his hands from the hem of Fu Juehan's suit, stuck them to his stomach through the shirt, and helped him rub his stomach.

"Brother Han, is it too hot?" He raised his head and asked Fu Juehan while rubbing slowly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Distress and pity cannot be faked, and Fu Juehan could clearly see the emotions in his eyes overflowing little by little.

Especially when that finger touched a piece of gauze on his abdomen, Meng Yi's movements paused for a few seconds, and the circles of his eyes were already red when he continued.

"How can someone hurt himself all over his body..." He flattened his mouth unnaturally like a little old man with no teeth, but he was actually holding back tears, "How did you get here all these years... ..."

Fu Juehan suddenly grabbed his wrist, "What are you doing?"

When Meng Yi raised his head, he was still crying: "Huh?"

"At a reception with so many people, you put your hand in the clothes of an irrelevant man. Didn't Meng Xiang teach you what to do and what not to do in such an occasion?"

Meng Yi pursed his lips, and the tip of his little nose trembled, thinking that there was nothing wrong with it, your business is my big business.

"I'm looking at it. If someone comes over, I will stop immediately. And...you are not an irrelevant person. Even if we are separated, you are still my brother, and I am also your younger brother. When I was young, I said that I should treat you well when I grow up. of."

Fu Juehan pulled out his hand expressionlessly, "I won't sleep with my younger brother, and my father only gave birth to me."

"..."

Meng Yi was stunned by his words, he opened his mouth in a daze, then lowered his head after a long pause, and rubbed his two hot palms together, but for some reason, the more he rubbed, the colder he got.

Boyfriend can't do it, don't you even recognize your brother...

Mingming used to coax him to call him brother every time in bed, and bully him to death if he didn't call him, but now he doesn't even call him brother.

"If it's not my brother, then it's not." He said vigorously, "Then I can pursue you as a junior, okay? I told you, I admired Boss Fu, and I liked him since I was a child."

It is common for the younger generation to take the initiative to help block the wine at the reception. Regardless of whether they recognize each other in advance or not, as long as they have a good posture and good eyesight, they can get what they want after blocking a circle.

Hearing this, Fu Juehan just smiled, bit out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, pinched his fingertips and took a puff, thick white smoke escaped from his lips.

Even his indifference is sexy.

"I've been a nightclub for so many years, and I've met many kids who want to keep me from drinking, some want a car, some want a house, some beg me to save him from the sea of ​​suffering, and you, what do you want?"

Although Meng Yi is simple, he is not stupid, he can hear that Fu Juehan is putting him and those boys together, so as to offset his pursuit.

Meng Yi's nose was sour, and his mouth was a little hoarse: "I don't want anything, I just want you to look at me more and give me a chance to express myself."

"How else do you want to behave?" Fu Juehan slowly raised his eyelids.

Meng Yi was stunned by the question, blinked his foggy eyes twice, "How to behave...anything is fine! I can do anything!"

After finishing speaking, I felt that the words were a bit ambiguous. Obviously, Fu Juehan also misunderstood, "Anything is fine, and you don't need money. You want to come to my bed to show off?"

With a tremor in his heart, Meng Yi's cheeks flushed immediately, shame and anger co-existed, Fu Juehan knew he didn't mean it.

"Yes, I just want to perform on your bed!"

He grabbed the man's collar angrily, and when he saw the wound covered by his neck, he couldn't bear it anymore. The kitten with fried fur softened itself within a second, obediently kicking its paws into its belly.

"No matter how much I want to behave, you don't want it anymore, do you..."

"Yeah." Fu Juehan straightened his clothes, "I don't touch people with ulterior motives."

Fu Juehan left after saying this, without turning his head to look again.

Meng Yi looked at his back and wiped his eyes. Although he felt uncomfortable, he had made a plan to chase after him, so naturally he would not be stabbed back with just a few words. Look down on, let alone Fu Juehan.

Meng Yi went to the bathroom to wash his face, and went out after his eyes were less red. At that time, Fu Juehan had already been respected by two groups of people, and there was some alcohol smell between his eyebrows and eyes.

He took off his suit and hung it on his arm, and only wore a well-crafted white shirt, revealing broad shoulders and a straight back. Many girls looked at him and whispered.

Meng Yi felt sour in his heart, he should have known that a person like him would be the focus of the audience no matter where he was, he didn't know how to cherish it, but there were a lot of people queuing up to want it.

"Boss Fu has been in Wangjiang for six or seven years." The boss who toasted him said: "My nephew has several clubs there. Thanks to Boss Fu's care, the business is stable."

"It's looking east." Fu Juehan said indifferently, his shirt cuffs rolled in gold thread were exposed when he picked up the cup, "Huilin is very good, he is not arrogant or rash in business, and has his own rules."

"Hey, please remember him. This silly boy has always regarded you as a role model. He never leaves Mr. Fu at home. In his dreams, he wants to have dinner at the same table with you, so you can give him advice."

Speaking of which, the intention could not be more obvious, Fu Juehan thought for two seconds, sorted out the interests of the two sides, nodded and said: "It's Saturday, it's on Dongwang Road, and I would like to ask Mr. Wang to give me a face."

This is half of the negotiation, the boss hurried over with a toast, "Boss Fu is an open-minded person, I must toast you."

Before Fu Juehan reached out, a hand from the side came in, and the two cups collided with a "ding".

Meng drank the wine in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, how are you doing these days? Have you locked Huailin at home again? We are all waiting for him to come out and run the car."

The boss obviously has a close relationship with the Meng family, and reprimanded Meng Yi: "You ghost, you take Huailin out every day, do you just want him to cover you to avoid your brother's test?"

"Wrong, Uncle Wang, I really miss him."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and the boss excused himself to leave. Meng Yi took half a step back, not daring to look at Fu Juehan, for fear that he would drive him away.

Unexpectedly, Fu Juehan raised his hand and patted him on the back, "Straighten your back, stand upright, you are a junior, you should hold the glass with both hands to grab a drink and toast an elder."

As he spoke, he turned his head, revealing a strong and indifferent jaw line, and said casually, "Above the rules."

Meng Yi was stunned for a few seconds, the round almond eyes sparkled little by little, and the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed, "Thank you Han... no, thank you Boss Fu for your guidance, I will remember."

Fu Juehan didn't make a sound, and didn't drive him away. Afterwards, wave after wave of toasters came, and Meng Yi accepted them all without hesitation. The root of his tongue was bitter when he drank, and his stomach was burning. He also pretended to be comfortable.

It's just that after drinking the first few glasses of wine, he suddenly started to feel hot all over, the boiling blood rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head one after another, and there was something faintly flowing down from the indescribable place.

It felt all too familiar, a hormone deficiency attack.

It has been too long since the last time he made out with Fu Juehan, and the bag of blood that the other party left him was also accidentally leaked when they broke up. As soon as his long-dried body sensed Fu Juehan's signal, it started clamoring. / The tide is surging, and my whole body is numb, I can't wait to tear off my clothes and throw myself into his arms.

But Meng Yi knew it was impossible now.

They have already broken up, Fu Juehan has no obligation to help him treat the deficiency, and the other party has already suspected that he has ulterior motives, if he asks him to help him at this time, then Fu Juehan will definitely mistake everything tonight for him well planned.

Meng Yi shook his head vigorously, and signaled the waiter to bring over the hangover tea. The wine in the back cannot be blocked by others. He has to leave immediately and go to the hospital as quickly as possible. arrived before.

Fu Juehan didn't notice his abnormality, Meng Yi supported the table and took several deep breaths to barely stand still, and stammered goodbye to him: "Brother Han, I'm sorry, I have something to go first..."

He was very weak, his voice was too soft, he couldn't understand a few words after talking upside down for a long time, and he was so drowsy that he almost couldn't lift his head.

Just in time, a boss who was on good terms with both of them came over to greet him, and teased Meng Yi and asked him what kind of relationship he had with Fu Juehan.

Before saying "brother", Fu Jue coldly replied, "My neighbor when I was young."

The man with his head down was stunned for two or three seconds, a tear fell from his stunned eyes, and dripped on the hand that was gripping the corner of the table.

Meng Yi could no longer see things clearly, his vision was blurred into a few grotesque phantoms, and he gasped for breath, he tried his best to retort: ​​"I'm not a neighbor, I'm his favorite brother...but he doesn't know me now. I like it..."

No one could hear him, Fu Juehan was still chatting with the boss, Meng half propped himself up on the table, stretched out his trembling hand and took out a tissue, wiped off the sweat all over his head, trying not to look so embarrassed .

The boss and Fu Juehan made an appointment for the next meeting, and raised a glass to toast him, when he saw Meng Yi, he suddenly stretched out the glass in front of him jokingly, "Come on, Xiao Meng, I'll give you another chance to show off. "

There was a phantom in front of Meng Yi's eyes, and his sensitive body was about to explode. It took him a lot of effort to utter a few words: "Okay...Okay, thank you, Uncle Zhang."

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his stomach burned as if he had been filled with chili water, and it hurt like a needle prick.

The boss left, and only Fu Juehan was left with a vague beam of light in front of him. The menacing impatience* made him want to throw himself into someone's arms and beg for a hug, but the words rang repeatedly in his ears: "My neighbor when I was young... .”

A stomach full of wine turned into an unspeakable grievance, but Meng Yi didn't dare to explode, and he was really about to lose it, so he could only finish his farewell in a stuttering manner: "Brother Han, I have to go back first." , You should drink this cup of tea, hangover, drink both cups, the effect will be better, otherwise you will have a stomachache."

He pushed the two cups of tea with his fingers, but almost spilled one of them because he couldn't see clearly, so he immediately wrapped his hands around it to protect it.

Fu Juehan asked him what he was doing back home, or maybe why he was leaving, but Meng Yi couldn't hear the truth, he could only feel the anger in his words.

He also couldn't help getting angry, and muttered without any confidence: "It's nothing, I just want to leave...I don't want to stay here anymore..."

He choked up and turned his head, wiped his eyes, and suppressed all the sobs in his throat: "I don't want to hear you say that I am a neighbor, why don't you go away..."

A contemptuous low laugh came from beside his ear, and Fu Juehan laughed at himself, "How long will I think you can hold on."

Meng Yi felt frightened instinctively, and immediately turned around while supporting the table, "It's not Brother Han...I said the wrong thing just now..."

At the same time, an arm brushed past his face, Fu Juehan squeezed the cup of sober tea, and said: "Master Meng's kindness is appreciated, but I can't stand it."

With a sound of "Ding--", the cup was raised and then lowered, Fu Juehan put the cup of tea upside down on the tray, turned and left.

The atrium trembled violently, Meng Yi was like a small animal sealed by ice and snow at the bottom of the river, he couldn't move anymore.

He staggered and half leaned on the table, staring at the tray without blinking, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, so he couldn't see clearly.

Did Fu Juehan pour out the tea?

If you don't drink it, don't drink it...why pour my tea...

Is it too hard...

The brown tea soup soaked on the tray was really unsightly, the waiter asked him in embarrassment: "Sir, can I dispose of it for you?"

Meng Yi shook his head slowly, held another cup of tea to his lips, and sniffed it with his nose, and said to the figure in front of him, "It's not bitter, I stayed up all morning, and I added rock sugar... "

However, the cup of tea fell to the ground before it could be put into the mouth. Meng Yi stared blankly at the long tea stain on his suit, his eyes darkened, and he fell face-to-face.

Before consciousness completely disappeared, I heard someone shouting anxiously, "Little Treasure!"

With tears in his eyes, he thought: It's not Xiaobao anymore, I'm a neighbor...

The author says:

Poor Baoer, dear Mama.