The car door was open, Liang Sizhe leaned in and adjusted the back of the co-pilot's seat lower, so that Cao Ye could lean more comfortably, and then bent down to wear a seat belt for Cao Ye.

As soon as Cao Ye buckled the seat belt, he reached out to pull it, frowned slightly, looked at Liang Sizhe with half-squinted eyes, and muttered uncomfortablely: "Don't force me, I want to vomit."

"I'll get home in a while, don't move." Liang Sizhe gently held his wrist and asked him to loosen the safety belt on his body. He looked down at Cao Ye. The dark light in the underground garage reflected on Cao Ye's face through the front window of the car, and fell on his gentle eyebrows and straight nose. The boy was polished out of edges and corners by the years and turned into a beautiful young man, but the shadow of childishness could still be seen in the details.

If you can't drink, don't drink so much. Liang Sizhe looked at him and sighed. Is it that important for the happiness of the crew's friends? But Cao Ye seems to have always been like this. He gave the script to him for his happiness ten years ago, and was happy for these crew friends who were not very close to each other ten years later, and refused to the people who came to toast. He looked like a playboy and was actually very soft-hearted, but if others were happy, would you be happy?

Liang Sizhe raised his hand with a seat belt and landed on Cao Ye's hair and rubbed it twice. The feel did not change, as soft as before.

"Don't touch my head." Cao Ye muttered dissatisfiedly, closing his eyes.

Liang Sizhe looked at him: "Why?"

"I will touch my head..." Cao Ye paused halfway through his speech, probably realizing that he would not grow any longer at this age.

Liang Sizhe looked at him and smiled. He rubbed his hair twice despite Cao Ye's dissatisfaction. Then he closed his hands and closed the door, walked to the other side of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

The car started, and the speaker was automatically connected to Cao Ye's mobile phone, and the jazz-style episode of "The Darkest Choice" began to play.

If you are used to driving an automatic car, Cao Ye's car is really difficult to drive. You have to remember to switch gears at all times. Thanks to the time point, the road is not too congested, otherwise it would be very patient to drive this car. Liang Sizhe thought about it by cutting the gears, probably because Cao Ye's playful temperament would deliberately buy such a sports car and make trouble.

Just as he was thinking, Cao Ye, who was leaning against the passenger seat, made a sound, his voice was drunk and he sounded a little blurry: "Guess... why did Lianye finally agree to me to provide music guidance for this movie?"

Liang Sizhe reached out to turn the volume of the speaker down and glanced at him: "Didn't you say you should sell yourself?"

"What's the price?" Cao Ye sneered with his eyes closed, "How many songs are I worth?"

"I can't guess." Liang Sizhe said. Even the wild is not easy to invite. Everyone in the industry said that, but Cao Ye was invited. Could it be... As soon as there was a guess in his mind, Cao Ye gave him a positive answer.

"Is it ridiculous to see Cao Xiuyuan's face? I went to find him so many times and said all the good things. He asked him to let him go. He refused to let go. Later, I didn't know who told him that Cao Xiuyuan was my father. When I passed by for the fifth time, I didn't say anything, so he agreed to come out."

"You said it earlier," Cao Ye slowly imitated Lian Ye's tone when he spoke, "Your father and I are old acquaintances for many years. I am still his loyal fan of movies. His son comes to me to cooperate with me. I always have to give this face... Liang Sizhe, you guessed it right, he agreed to be a music director. It doesn't matter how many times he went with me, it doesn't matter to me, it's just because Cao Xiuyuan is my father."

People may talk a little too much when they drink too much. Cao Ye vaguely feels that he shouldn't say it, but he can't stop. The feeling of pouring out words that have been blocked in his chest for a long time is actually quite good: "On the plane back from Taiwan that day, I was wondering what I am without Cao Xiuyuan? Is everyone working with me just because I am Cao Xiuyuan's son? Without Cao Xiuyuan, would there be Lomon? Will there be senior seniors willing to cooperate with Lomon? Including you Liang Sizhe, without Cao Xiuyuan, would you agree to re-shoot this time?"

"It has nothing to do with your dad if I promised to re-shoot." Liang Sizhe said, his voice sounding a little heavy.

Cao Ye laughed, shook his head, closed his eyes and didn't continue talking.

"Cao Ye, you have done a good job," Liang Sizhe drove the car and said, "Your father is at your age and no one cares about filming. You already have such a big company..."

Cao Ye interrupted him: "I know that I already have such a big company, but without Cao Xiuyuan, I may not be able to establish a stable circle at all." He turned his head and said softly, "Don't comfort me, I don't need it. Maybe I should thank Cao Xiuyuan. Without him, I'm nothing... I'm pretty useless, I have to get in the same circle with him."

Liang Sizhe didn't know what to say for the first time, and when he came to his mouth, he felt that Cao Ye didn't seem to need it. In a sense, Cao Ye was actually quite similar to him. Once he fell into a certain mentality, he would not listen to any words of comfort. Other people's comfort was meaningless. He had to lie in the cave and lick the wounds. He was willing to come out by himself until one day he thought about it.

Liang Sizhe sighed. The boy who was unshakable back then has become worried now. He is not innocent in the past ten years. If Cao Ye had played Xiaoman, what would things look like now?

At this time, a sudden ringtone of mobile phones rang in the car. Liang Sizhe lowered his eyes and saw that the display screen of the car jumped out to display the interface.

——Qin Zhenzhen. It looks like the girl’s name.

"You're calling," Liang Sizhe turned his head and looked at Cao Ye, "Qin Zhenzhen, do you want to answer?"

"No." Cao Ye said in a daze, "You can help me with it."

"girlfriend?"

Cao Ye vaguely replied, "Yes."

"Isn't it good to hang up my girlfriend's phone? You cut Bluetooth and answer it with your phone."

Cao Ye didn't respond, and the ringtone continued to ring for dozens of seconds. It was estimated that a prompt sound rang on the other end of the phone before the car became quiet.

Neither of them spoke, and after a while the ringtone rang again. This time, they persevered, and the other party called three or four times in a row.

Cao Ye then opened his eyes impatiently, raised his hand and pressed the on button on the display.

The girl's slightly spoiled voice sounded: "Where have you been? I haven't answered the phone for so long, are you with others?"

"Yes." Cao Ye leaned on the back of the chair and responded with his eyes closed.

"Who are you with? Men's and women?"

"Why does this always happen..."

"I'm afraid you're with others... have you drunk again?"

Cao Ye did not answer her question: "What's the matter with calling?"

"My classmates and I are playing a truth-telling adventure. The question I got was that my boyfriend said to me, "I love you." I will take the phone over later. Can you tell me if you are okay?"

"What I love you..." Cao Ye thought hard for a few seconds, "I remember the end of the last time you said it was over?"

"You didn't hear that angry words? Can't I regret it?" Qin Zhenzhen sounded quite aggrieved, "Aren't I here to ask for peace with you?"

"Then can I take it seriously?" Cao Ye said with a frown. He suddenly felt that falling in love was annoying. He had never been so annoying before. Perhaps the girls in the past were very neat, and they hit it off immediately at the beginning and end. However, Qin Zhenzhen was a bit slim. He just took the initiative to break up a few days ago, and now he is here to ask him to cooperate with some truth-telling adventures. If falling in love is just a fun parting and getting together, it would be really boring.

"What do you think, okay? The classmates are waiting. I will be embarrassed if you don't say it." Qin Zhenzhen's tone softened again, and she knew that Cao Ye was soft or not.

"I won't say it." Cao Ye said, he was so dizzy that he couldn't help but deal with Qin Zhenzhen.

"Do you really don't love me anymore?" Qin Zhenzhen asked aggrievedly.

"I love you," Cao Ye said vaguely, "I said, do you believe it?" He thought that this girl Qin Zhenzhen was also quite funny. She had known each other for only a month and had met several times together. How could she have so much love...

Maybe there is love, Cao Ye thought a little self-deprecatingly, but she may be loving Cao Xiuyuan's son rather than Cao Ye.

People regard love as a guideline. Is love really a false proposition? No one loves him, and he doesn’t love anyone.

"I believe it." Qin Zhenzhen said.

"But I don't believe it," Cao Ye said, "Be good, it's over."

The phone hung up and the carriage was quiet for a while. Liang Sizhe drove the car and asked, "How long have you been together?"

"I can't remember it, it's more than a month." It was said that it was more than a month, but in fact I only met a few times.

"Break up after more than a month?" Liang Sizhe laughed, "What are you talking about in a flash of love?"

Cao Ye didn't say anything. He felt that he was very embarrassed. This phone call shouldn't be spoken with the car audio.

"Why did you break up with Lin Huan?" Liang Sizhe asked again, "Didn't you like her many years ago?"

"You have the nerve to ask." Cao Ye muttered.

Liang Sizhe smiled and said, "Are you still angry with me for this?"

Cao Ye didn't respond for a while. Liang Sizhe glanced at him. Cao Ye leaned against the seat of the car, his head slightly tilted to the side of the car glass, and looked like he was asleep. His eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, like many years ago, like a small black fan.

Liang Sizhe didn't speak any more during the rest of the journey. The car had excellent sound insulation and vibration control effect, the space was almost closed, and Cao Ye's steady breathing could almost be heard.

When parking at the traffic light intersection, Liang Sizhe raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a little, raised his hand and touched Cao Ye's hair. Cao Ye didn't respond. It seemed that he was really asleep, otherwise he would not let him do whatever he wanted when he was awake.

The car drove for another twenty minutes and drove to the address given by Cheng Duan. The security system at the entrance of the community automatically identified the license plate number. Liang Sizhe followed the roadside sign and drove the car to the underground parking lot.

After getting out of the car, he walked to Cao Ye's side and opened the car door, leaned in and untied Cao Ye's seat belt.

Cao Ye frowned, turned his face to the other side, and let out a muffled groan in his throat, looking quite uncomfortable.

Liang Sizhe lifted his arm and put it on his shoulders. He took a lot of effort to get him out of the car.

After sleeping in the car, Cao Ye was drunk even more thoroughly and almost lost consciousness. All the weight on his body was pressing on Liang Sizhe.

Liang Sizhe locked the car and carried him to the elevator. It has been so many years since the bones grew and the cells changed, but their height and weight were still very close. It was a long time since the experience of dragging a drunkard home. Liang Sizhe has not experienced the second time in these years.

The elevator door leads directly to Cao Ye's home. The access control is for face recognition. Liang Sizhe put his shoulders on Cao Ye, raised his hand and touched the electronic screen at the door, called out the recognition interface, and then used the hand that was around Cao Ye to lift his jaw and aimed his face at the camera.

Cao Ye was reluctant to turn his face away from his hands and buried his face on Liang Sizhe's shoulder.

"Look at the camera," Liang Sizhe turned his face and looked down at him, "Or else you can tell me the password."

Cao Ye did not look at the camera or said the password, so Liang Sizhe had to catch his jaw again and let him raise his face to the camera.

Cao Ye frowned and looked impatient on the electronic screen, which made Liang Sizhe laugh. Fortunately, the recognition system was quite sensitive and unlocked with a "drop". Liang Sizhe let go of Cao Ye's jaw, pushed open the door and put him into the room.

The room was quite big, and it looked like several bedrooms, so people couldn't tell which room Cao Ye lived in. Liang Sizhe first put Cao Ye on the sofa in the living room and helped him sit down. Cao Ye seemed to like the sofa very much, and he became honest as soon as he sat in it. His frowning eyebrows also stretched out, lay down on the back of the sofa, and his head slid down on the sofa handrail.

Liang Sizhe held the handrail and looked down at him for a while, then got up and went to the refrigerator to find a box of milk to look at the outer packaging, which was still within the shelf life and could drink. He walked to the kitchen with the box of milk and took out a small saucepan from the cabinet.

The pot looks new, but it seems that it has never been used after buying it. Even the plastic wrap on the lid of the pot has not been torn. It seems that it was just a decoration. He put the pot under the faucet and cleaned it, poured the milk in, put it on the induction cooker and heated it up low heat, stirred it slowly with a spoon, and then found a porcelain cup to pour the milk in.

Holding the porcelain cup, he walked out of the kitchen. Cao Ye was already lying on the sofa and fell asleep again. Liang Sizhe walked over and put the milk on the coffee table, then bent down and patted Cao Ye's face twice: "Cao Ye, wake up first."

"Hmm?" Cao Ye responded vaguely, buried his head deeper.

Liang Sizhe helped him up and let him lean on the back of the sofa. Cao Ye frowned and said, "Don't touch me, I'm so uncomfortable."

"Get up and drink some milk first." Liang Sizhe inserted his hand into the gap between the back of his head and the sofa, held the back of his head, and then held the cup to his lips.

Cao Ye turned his face to avoid the cup with impatient look on his face.

He was drunk and funny, just like when he was young, like a cat who would be annoyed at any time and jumped up and scratched people.

"You want me to feed you, right?" Liang Sizhe couldn't help but want to tease him, and took the hand on the back of his head away and pinched his face, "That's the call, Brother Sizhe." The baby fat back then was almost faded, but it felt quite good when pinching it.

"Liang Sizhe, you are so annoyed." Cao Ye closed his eyes and waved his hand. He touched the cup on his back. Liang Sizhe was not careful for a moment. The cup in his hand was touched by him. The milk splashed out, splashing on Cao Ye's face and chest clothes, and some of them slid into the collar.

Cao Ye finally opened his eyes, first looked down at the marks of the splashing on his body. The feeling of liquid flowing through his skin was itchy. He raised his hand to rub his collarbone, then raised his hand, looked at the milky white liquid in his hands and said with a collapsed look: "What's this..." After that, he rubbed his face, "Liang Sizhe, what are you doing...?!"

Liang Sizhe looked at him funny and helplessly. He originally wanted Cao Ye to drink a glass of milk to relieve the wine, but the scene in front of him seemed to look a bit wrong, making people unable to think about it...

"It's not my business..." Liang Sizhe said with a smile, "I'll go find you a towel." He put the remaining half cup of milk on the table, and when he turned around and went to the bathroom, he couldn't help laughing.

"I'll go by myself..." Cao Ye tried to stand up on the sofa, but as soon as he left the sofa, he felt dizzy and fell back.
Chapter completed!