Chapter 9 Carting a Drunk Curly Headed Fuckbuddy

Chapter 9 Carting a Drunk Curly Headed Fuckbuddy

Through the corridor, Song Ju Han glanced at the messy door, rolled his eyes and gasped against the wall, cursing something in his mouth.

He Gu took off his coat and put it on Ju Han head: "I won't let them get close to you. You can walk with your head down."

"I just drunk a wine, I'm not a thief." Song Ju Han pushed the coat down.

"It's not very good to be photographed while being drunk" He Gu held the clothes and let him down. He stared at Song Ju Han with a quiet eye. "Be obedient, I will take you out and get in the car."

Song Ju Han's image is as a mixed-race gentleman with a bit of naughty spirit. He always shows people an attitude of a princeling. Although this kind of drinking is a mess, it is a different style, but Song Ju Han's father hates sudden situations, one careless move and Xiao Song may lose the rice bowl.

1]... Loose the rice bowl = loose the income/salary/job.

What Song Ju Han does has nothing to do with his heart in this life. He can only love music from the depths of his soul. Therefore, even if he is such a wayward person, he is very self-disciplined in order to protect his image. He usually only drinks one or two glasses of red wine at most, he rarely drink so much, the amount of alcohol is not very good, if he was awake, this small scene is enough for him to deal with himself, but for now He Gu must protect him.

Song Ju Han looked into He Gu eyes which were dark and inky, the kind of stability that only belonged to mature males and his impetuous heart gradually calmed down and he nodded lightly.

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He Gu covered his face with his clothes, the warm hand held Song Ju Han's hand, the other hand wrapped around his shoulder and they were surrounded by Xiao Song and the staff, walking out the door.

A burst of screams rang around them.

He Gu frowned deeply and felt that the eardrums were perforated. The craziness from these little girls he had been seen many times because he had been to many of Song Ju Han's concerts, but this is the first time, those seem to be tangible fanaticism coming from all directions. He felt that his body was constantly being pushed, crowded and pulled. He has the illusion that he will be swallowed up by these ordinary and weak girls.

"Song Ju Han, Song Ju Han, I love you - Ah -"

Suddenly, a dark thing flew over. When it came to reaction, it was too late for him to escape. He scoffed and felt a pain in his eyebrows. His right eye was suddenly bloody and his line of sight became blurred.

"Brother He Gu?!" Xiao Song screamed.

Song Ju Han, who had been walking silently slowed down. He wanted to push open the coat on him in the next second. He Gu hugged Song Ju Han head with one arm and his strength was great. The hand that was with Song Ju Han suddenly tightened and the two palms slammed with sweat: "It's okay, we are coming up to the car."

Song Ju was annoyed: "He Gu what happened?!"

"I'm okay." The sound of the voice is very heavy and steady. In the unusually noisy environment of the screams of the fans and the roar of the bodyguards, this voice is like a stream of clear calmness into Song Ju Han's heart.

Xiao Song opened the door of the car, He Gu put Song Ju Han into it and then he sat in it.

As soon as the doors closed, the maddening sounds were immediately isolated and the tight heartstrings of the three men finally came to rest.

Song Ju Han opened his coat and looked at the eyebrow that had been smashed. His face suddenly changed: "Fuck, this is fucking stupid!"

He Gu wiped his forehead with the wet paper towel. Song Ju Han grabbed it and carefully wiped the blood along the lower edge of the wound: "If you open your eyes the blood will flow in."

He felt uncomfortable, his eyelashes have been shaking all the time, Song Ju Han used his fingers to open his eyelids and gently wiped the blood from the eyes with a paper towel. He Gu felt that the right eye had recovered his vision.

Xiao Song was going to drive away and Song Ju Han spoke. "Don't drive yet."

The two of them have not responded yet, but Song Ju Han suddenly opened the door, He Gu wanted to stop him but he was too late and the crazy screams come up again, which increased his headache.

Song Ju Han's eyes crossed the crazy fans. In such a chaotic scene, he calmed down like a bystander. Finally, his eyes locked a reporter who was holding a camera. He poked a bodyguard and said: "Take that man camera."

The bodyguard quickly rushed to push the fans.

Song Ju Han combed his curly hair with a slender finger, took a deep breath and glared at the fans with a charming smile: "So late, why don't you go home to sleep, how do a group of little girls stay up this late?"

The gentle and intimate look from the genius singer Song Ju Han was created by countless sessions, not the one He Gu knew.

Fans screamed so hard that the voices collided with the sky.

"I had a few glasses of wine with my long lost friend today. I am a little drunk. If you took my picture. It's best for you to hide it. Don't send it out yeah?" His voice was soft and hoarse, like a man talking to a spoiled lover, it can make people drunk.

Those fans seem to be fainting and they are so excited that they eat every word from his mouth.

At this time, the bodyguard pulled the reporter and Song Ju Han grabbed his equipment and looked at it. There was blood on the top of the camera. He restrained the urge to hit the man and pulled the reporter's collar and took the person to the front of the car. Song Ju Han is very tall, he is close to one meter nine. The reporter felt like a chicken. Song Just Han pointed out He Gu and said: "You hurt him.... apologize."

He Gu used a paper to stem the blood from dripping on the eyebrows, the paper towel was red, the reporter was frightened and quickly nodded and apologized, He Gu eyes did not look at him, he just called Song Ju Han to quickly get in the car.

Song Ju Han said goodbye to the fans. Only then got into the car and slammed the door. Xiao Song was afraid that he would regenerate his anger so he quickly drove the car away.

Song Ju Han leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at He Gu: "Does it hurt?"

He Gu smiled: "Not much." He thought that Song Ju Han had just made the reporter apologized to him. His heart was warm as the summer sun. At this time, it would feel like it was a little bruise, even if he was lying in the hospital.

For many years, he rarely felt that Song Ju Han care on his heart, even if he had told him about his really heart just five minutes ago.

I like a person who like this, a word can raise my nirvana, a word can plunge me into hell.

"My goodness, if there were not a lot of people, you would have seen how I would have beaten him."

The smile on He Gu face couldn't be covered.

"What are you smiling at?" He Gu is it not a person who smile usually. In fact, he rarely has... He doesn't have too many expressions. In Song Ju Han memories, it seems that it has been a long time ago since he saw He Gu smiling. Don't say anything about it.. it's pretty good.

"You were so handsome." He Gu eyes fell on Song Ju Han's face and refused to move. The slightly intoxicated Song Ju Han curls are a bit messy, the hooks were quite entangled in the style, the eyes are slightly red, then lazy and casual with a little decadent breath, this is the beautifulness that make people breathe tightened.

Song Ju Han smiled and asked: "When am I not handsome?"

He Gu pinch his palm: "Ju Han, thank you."

Song Ju Han pushed He Gu short bangs and looked at the wound he had just stemmed. He whispered: "If I can't help my man, am I a man or not?"

"A little bruise, you just scared me." If Song Ju Han got mad after getting off the car, He Gu really didn't know how it would end tonight, but he thought that Song Ju Han was photographed, he was worried. : "Your photo..."

Song Ju Han did not care to said: "The reporter's photo won't be send out, the problem of fans shooting photos is not big, nothing more than bad hair day, not so serious."

Xiao Song whispered: "Brother Han, don't worry about it, Song Ha Jun always wanted to talk to you."

"Talk about it, can you blame me?" Song Ju Han yawned indifferently: "Don't go to the apartment, send us back to Xiangshan's villa."

"Yes."

Xiao Song sent the two to the villa and He Gu treated the wound with the medicine box. The wound was not deep and it had stopped bleeding. It was just on the edge of the eyebrows and even if it was left, it could not be seen.

By the time they returned Song Ju Han was already too sleepy. After seeing what was going on, he went upstairs and went to sleep.

He Gu took a shower and went upstairs.

Pushing open the bedroom, he saw Song Ju Han wearing clothes and falling on the bed, already sleeping. He went to the bathroom and got a wet towel, gently cleaned Song Ju Han face and hands and then undressed him.

Halfway through, Song Ju Han woke up, squinting at the eyes and looking at He Gu and his throat was sliding up and down, but did not speak, closed his eyes and slept.

He Gu couldn't help but smile. He stuffed Song Ju Han into the quilt and drilled himself into it.

There was still some coldness in the quilt. When he entered, Song Ju Han instinctively came over to him as a heated body and hugged him.

He Gu put his arm on Ju Han waist and watched his sleep quietly. For what reason, this moment is really worth a thousand dollars, so he watched and looked at him and couldn't bear to close his eyes until he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into the dream.

He Gu has gotten used to getting up early every day of the year. He grew up this way from childhood to a grown up. Unless he is in an emergency, he goes to work, and gets there early never late.

And Song Ju Han was still asleep and a small patch of skin of shoulders was exposed in the tightly wrapped quilt. The curly hair was scattered on his face and the red and moist lips were slightly open, revealing an innocent look. He Gu bowed his head and gently kissed Song Ju Han ears, he could kiss and touch Song Ju Han and even sleep with him on the same bed, he felt that he was experiencing things much better than most people in the world. Who could be bitter.

He rolled out of bed and sneaked down the stairs. After washing, he started making breakfast.

Because the villa in Xiangshan is too far away from the city, Song Ju Han does not come here often, but someone will come to clean it at a fixed time and fill the refrigerator with fresh ingredients. He Gu has been here several times. In fact, Song Ju Han has several residences in the capital. He has also seen Song Ju Han's parents and he has eaten twice with the supermodel hot mom who was glamorous. He felt a bit special, probably only one for Song Ju Han.

After cooking, he took out his mobile phone. This time, he should have watched the company's mail immediately, but he opened the entertainment news and wanted to see if anything was posted about what happened yesterday. Fortunately, it was indeed a bit of gossip news, but there is no official, nothing more than some vague photos taken by the fans, they did not stir up any splashes.

He just let go of his heart and started to work on the really reason for turning on the phone.

He waited until ten o'clock and there was some movement upstairs. He heard Song Ju Han shouting: "He Gu?"

He Gu sighed and go upstairs.

Song Ju Han just took a shower, he was only wearing a pair of pajama pants, the red-naked upper body has the most muscular and beautiful muscles. He is a typical figure dressed in a thin body and has a good body portions. This figure is very suitable. On the mirror, in reality, it is more like a photo-shopped thing.

Song Ju Han grabbed his shoulder and poked the gauze on his brow's corner: "How is it?"

"Nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore." If Song Ju Han had not say anything about it He Gu would have forgotten.

"You had a work-related injury, what kind of reward do you want?"

He Gu grabbed his waist and smiled and said, "Let me kiss you."

Song Ju Han bowed his head and kissed him: "This opportunity is rare and then I ask you for the last time, what kind of reward do you want?"

He Gu didn't think that Song Ju Han was serious? He Gu wouldn't let go of such an opportunity. He said without hesitation: "Will you spend my birthday with me?"

He Gu never really cared about his birthday. He has never been one to celebrate one ever since his mother left, but he needs one.

"Yes, when?"

"Any day of the next month." He knew that Song Ju Han was very busy and could not pay hundreds of thousands of millions of liquidated damages by skipping hid schedule just to accompany him on his birthday.

Song Ju Han smiled and kissed his cheek: "I like you, you're sensible."

He Gu smiled. The sensible word is usually spoken from in the elders to the younger generation, the superiors to the subordinates, the male to the female and of course there is a situation when the golden master is on the bed, these two words make him feel uncomfortable, but he does not show anything. He Gu just patted Song Ju Han's face: "Come down and eat."

He Gu cooking skills are not bad, although he only makes some home cooking and the food is very common, but the taste is very good. Song Ju Han ate two bowls of porridge. Last night, the stomach sensation brought to him by the empty stomach and the night haze dissipated.

After dinner, He Gu found two hangover pills: "Why did you suddenly drink yesterday?"

Song Ju smothered the medicine along the water and then sighed with relief: "The new song... I was asked to changed its lyrics more than ten times and finally changed to satisfaction and the mood was good."

"Congratulations, can you let me hear?"

"You look for Xiao Song he will let you." Song Ju Han did not know what he thought of, but he grinned. The pure joy from the heart made him look a little childish and still very beautiful.

Only music can make Song Ju Han reveal such a smile.

He Gu smiled. The biggest advantage of being liked person is that it is a bit of gain in getting along. Perhaps the usual words and deeds and Song Ju Han's behavior can confused one with countless meanings and values ??in other's eyes. Song Ju Han's smile can light up his life in an instant. A sentence can make him ponder over until he smashes and grinds. He tries to pick clues from it a little bit by a bit. Whether it is successful or not, it is enough for him to be in a good mood for period of time and He Gu felt that life is so full and beautiful.

Those who are happy or sad because of thinking about Song Ju Han are still accompanied by self-abuse sweetness in the pain.

He Gu often tells himself that seeking Song Ju Han is not the most painful and there is no need to ask for more.

How lucky he is, at least he can still love a person, otherwise someone like him who is not interested in anything should love something, in order to make himself feel that he matters in this world.

He loves Song Ju Han, but this six-year period has already ruined any expectations of his that Song Ju Han will love him back. He no longer speculates, no longer fantasize, no longer craves, he is just enjoying the little happiness that the person he loves brings to him. that's enough.

In the past six years, He Gu repeatedly suspected that Song Ju Han knew that he love him. Song Ju Han is very clever and his IQ is high. Because he has been exposed to this grotesque circle since he was a child, the guy who know things around the incredible things hundreds of times more than common people, so few things escapes his eyes. But He Gu thinks that loving in hiding is also quite good, he can accompany Song Ju Han, he can get too much benefit, Song Ju Han has probably been afraid of love starting from a very young age, so he must now believes that some people just want the benefits from him, but he doesn't know how He Gu loves him and how it differs from other men and women who come and go. After all, everyone likes Song Ju Han, even if it is special, for Song Ju Han, He Gu afraid it does not make any sense.