Shen Ke's hidden eyes wavered.

In the long corridor of the hotel, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and the atmosphere was quiet and subtle for a while.

The velvet carpet under his feet is quiet and silent, the corridor wall lamps are bright, reflecting Lin Jian's pair of clear and stern eyebrows, he slightly converged his eyes, and when he looked up again, he had already cleaned up all the emotions in the bottom of his eyes: "I'm sorry, he got drunk and talked nonsense, don't mind it."

Shen Ke's silent gaze at this time is like an invisible net, slowly covered in Lin Jian, and Lin Jian in the moment he looked up to meet his eyes, Shen Ke's eyes have been a sparse and gentle: "It's okay."

It was as if, for a moment, he had only been slightly stunned, and then he had become unperturbed.

Shen Ke glanced sideways at Xu Yang, who had lost consciousness again after blowing up the sky, and asked again, "Do you need help?"

Lin Jian lifted the man upwards and simply said, "Don't bother."

Shen Ke looked at him for a few seconds and nodded without further insistence.

Little assistant confused in the side look at this and look at that, only feel that the atmosphere at this time is a little ...... difficult to say? But the good thing is that when the line of sight swept over the half-paralyzed Xu Yang, a jolt finally came to his senses, panicked and took the room card from the hands of the Lin family, and swiped the card to open the door of 2308.

Lin Jian dragged Xu Yang into the room, and in his afterglow, he saw Shen Ke walk to the door of room 2306 next door, swipe the card in a natural movement, push the door--

Lin Jian was slightly stunned, and thought to himself, "So that's how it is.

But the drunken cat dragged in his hand was already about to slide to the floor like a bone, Lin Jian didn't have the heart to think about anything else, and dragged the person straight into the room.

However, in a deep drunken stupor, Xu Yang's entire body was unconsciously falling downward, sliding from Lin Jian's arm to the floor, and every time, just seconds before he was about to make close contact with the floor, he was stretched back by Lin Jian's inch.

Momo followed along, scrambling to try and help, but the little girl, at about 5'6" and so skinny that she'd hate to be crushed when Xu Yang smashed her down, tried to get her hands up to help, but it was futile.

"It's alright, go get a glass of water." Lin Jian gave in a deep voice, half dragging and half dragging Xu Yang to the bottom of the stairs, glancing up at the wooden staircase with at least twenty steps leading to the second floor bedroom, only wanting to wait until tomorrow when this two hundred and fifty-five woke up to cut off the friendship.

But we can't really leave him alone, Lin Jian frowned and called out to him in a deep voice, "Xu Yang, we're going up the stairs, pay attention."

Xu Yang's drunken eyes were tightly closed and her face was like a peach blossom as she grunted in response, not knowing whether she had really heard or was even more confused by her drunkenness.

Lin Jian had no other choice, took a deep breath, put one of the man's arms on his shoulder, and half lifted the drunkard to walk slowly and hard upstairs.

A few steps up, the man on his shoulder is getting heavier and heavier, Lin Jian's forehead is drenched in a thin layer of sweat, and just as he's about to continue lifting his foot, Xu Yang suddenly lets out a whimper, and leans forward, seeing his head hit the edge of the stairs.

Lin Jian's eyes sharpened, and in a flash of light, he pulled with one hand and quickly padded up with the other - and with a thud, Xu Yang's forehead slammed firmly into his palm.

The sudden pain from the left hand suddenly spread up - just that out of humanitarian friendship a pad, under the impact of Lin Jian back of the hand heavily knocked on the edge of the stairs, for a moment, Lin Jian whole left hand are numb with pain. He pursed his lips and glanced at the person who was still unconscious even though he was almost hit a second before his eyes, thinking that it would be better to let him hit the floor on the stairs.

There were footsteps behind her, Lin Jian thought it was Momo who had gone to pour water and returned, she just wanted to tell the little girl to stay away so that she wouldn't be hurt by the drunken man, but the moment she turned around, she froze.

Shen Ke had entered the door at some point, and was now standing at the bottom of the stairs, a few steps away from him, with his suit jacket and tie off, wearing only a dark gray shirt with one of the concealed buttons at the collar undone, diffident and uninhibited with a touch of weariness.

Shen Ke's eyes slightly swept over the two people's posture that was about to be twisted into a twist, frowned unnoticeably, and shook the bottle in his hand towards Lin Jian: "Thinking that you might be able to use it on your side, I took the sobriety medicine over."

In this situation, Lin Jian couldn't say no, so he sighed deeply and thanked him helplessly, "Thank you."

Shen Ke didn't answer, his eyes dropped slightly, and at a certain moment he didn't know what he had glimpsed, his eyes paused for a moment, and then he raised his feet straight up the stairs and took the person from Lin Jian's hand: "I'll do it."

"No ......" Lin Jian hadn't even said the word "use" yet, but Shen Ke was already half-carrying, half-dragging Xu Liuqiu, who had been making a lot of noise all night, towards the front steps.

Perhaps considering Xu Yang's current state, Shen Ke's steps up the stairs were not fast, but steady.

Lin Jian looked at the upright figure that passed in front of him and blinked for a moment before pursing his lips to catch up and hitch a ride to get the person into the second floor bedroom with him.

The small assistant ran up with a glass of water, fed Xu Yang a pectin capsule, quickly removed the light makeup from his face, and wiped it clean with warm water, and then covered it with a quilt, so that the living ancestor, who had been making a lot of noise for the whole night, finally fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Jian stood beside the bed, looking down at Xu Yang's blood-soaked pale face after removing her makeup, and asked Momo, "Has he been drinking like this?"

The little assistant wiped a handful of sweat tossed out on his forehead, skimmed his mouth and complained in a low voice, "Not often, but ...... it's about the same, Brother Xu doesn't mix too much with the circle, so there aren't a lot of drinking games, but as long as he participates in them, basically every time it'll be like this."

"Uh-huh." Lin Jian was quiet for a moment, nodded his head and asked Momo again, "Where are you resting tonight, have you booked a room yet?"

When he asked this, he did not show much warm concern in his look, but such a clear and light tone, but people feel natural and ironic for no reason, as if ...... the little assistant said silently in her heart, he did not seem to be like the usual onlookers to put up a stance, just as if they were the lowest level of the industry's living assistants, but like Xu Yang, he treated her as a common colleague and gave her the most normal and reciprocal attitude. He seems to have not taken himself as a life assistant at the lowest level of the industry, but, like Xu Yang, treated her as an ordinary colleague, giving her the most usual and reciprocal attitude.

There was even a hint of care implied in the equality because she was a girl.

"Yes there is." Momo said busily, "But not on the same floor."

"Then go get some rest, it's too late." Lin Jian took the towel from her and said as he headed for the bathroom, "I'll just keep an eye on the drunk."

"...... Ah?" The little assistant looked hesitant and didn't dare to agree, following him and pushing back, "How can that be, are you Xu's friend, or am I ......"

"No need." Lin Jian ran the towel through the water again, hitched it to the shelf next to the bathroom mirror, and said in a faint voice, "Go ahead."

Even if she is a living assistant who has to take care of the artist in every detail, she is still a girl after all, and being alone late at night is not very convenient for a little girl in the end.

"...... Well then, please." Momo grabbed a handful of somewhat loose ponytail, embarrassed, "Actually, you don't have to keep watch over him all the time, Xu is very good at drinking when he's drunk, and basically sleeps until dawn when he touches the bed, so you can rest when you need to."

Good wine?

Lin Jian It is difficult not to think back to just this two hundred and five in the elevator to make a scene of that commotion, just calmed down the forehead corner again have a hidden popping tendency.

Momo stepped out of the bathroom and tucked in Xu Yang, who had already fallen asleep in Java, and adjusted the temperature of the central air conditioning before leaving.

Lin Jian washed his face from the bathroom and was visibly stunned when he stepped out of the bathroom and saw the person standing beside the bed.

Shen Ke hasn't left yet.

The wooden floor could not eliminate the sound of footsteps that were deliberately lightened, Shen Ke looked up, the dim yellow sleep lamp by the king-size bed gilded a layer of warm velvet halo around him, but the emotions under his eyes were very light, seeing Lin Jian come out, he was quiet for a few seconds, and said, "Come down." After saying that, he went straight downstairs.

Such a slightly indifferent tone could give people the intuition that he wasn't in too good of a mood at this time.

Lin Jian remembered Xu Yang's "so-and-so" and frowned, but after standing in the same spot for a few moments, he still breathed a deep sigh of relief and followed him down the stairs.

The curved living room on the first floor was exaggerated in size, and Shen Ke came downstairs and went straight to the shelves on the side of the landing, rummaging for something.

Lin Jian carried two bottles of pure water from the mini-bar and sat on the sofa to wait for the cross-examination.

A few moments later, Shen Ke came over with a small medical box equipped in the hotel room in his hand, he sat down a little bit next to Lin Jian, opened the box, found out the cotton pads and iodophor disinfectant, and said, "Hands."

Lin Jian was dumbfounded for a moment, his eyes dropping along with his gaze, only to realize that the back of his left hand, which he had just bumped into, had swollen up a large area, and the bump in the middle had broken the skin so badly that it was soaking in blood.

"I didn't even notice." Lin Jian muttered, about to use his other hand to take the iodine-vapor dipped cotton pad from Shen Ke's hand, "I'll do it myself."

Unexpectedly, Shen Ke dodged it lightly and said again in a deep voice, "Hands."

Lin Jian froze, only to realize that his eyes were slightly sunken at this time, and his complexion and tone of voice in general were surprisingly somewhat cold as well.

Lin Jian was silent for a long time, and finally realized with hindsight that Shen Ke seemed really ...... unhappy?

But Shen Ke has never been a person of joy and anger, he has always been introverted and indifferent, even if he has been in a high position for a long time, when he gets along with people, more is the sense of distance from prying eyes than the sense of oppression of the voice of the overriding, and he has never been wantonly easy-going, and grew up with such a person, Lin Jian has never even regarded this person as a "senior"! "as an elder.

It is also what, over time, allows those secret greed and anger to break through the ground.

But at this moment, Shen Ke slightly frowned, deep eyes look over, but for no reason with oppressive momentum.

After a long time, Lin Jian finally compromised in his quiet and sunken eyes, pursed the corners of his lips and passed his hand over.

Shen Ke looked at him and said nothing, lowering his gaze to disinfect and medicate him, but Lin Jian suddenly felt that the invisible pressure on him had faded for a few minutes at a certain moment.

The large living room was silent for a while, the magnificent and colorful neon light outside the window reflected through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spilled on the floor, the pure white curtains were lifted by the flowing night wind, like the thin waves of the quiet river flowing in a gentle stream.

After a long time, Lin Jian raised his eyes from the back of his red and swollen hand, looked at Shen Ke and whispered, "It's fine, it doesn't really hurt at all."

The iodine-impregnated cotton pad that fell on the back of his hand paused for a moment, and Shen Ke sighed silently, replaced it with another cotton pad, soaked it in iodine, and then put it back on the back of his hand, "That's what you've been saying since you were a kid, so I'm used to hearing it."

He mentioned "once" without warning and in a natural manner, which made Lin Jian froze for a moment.

Lin Jian looked at the person's drooping eyelashes, his lips moved, but finally swallowed back the words that had already reached his mouth, and after a few seconds, he drew back his hand and said, "It's okay."

The lean wrist bone leaves from sight, and Shen Ke doesn't push it this time, dropping the disposable medical tweezers in his hand and, after a few seconds, asking him, "Is this that old high school friend of yours?"

Lin Jian was a bit surprised, "You still remember?"

"I remember." Shen Ke nodded his head, said in a faint voice, "You two were the closest among a bunch of people at the birthday dinner that year, and just halfway through the birthday dinner, you ran to the terrace to hide in the quiet behind the backs of other people, it seems like he even sent you ...... at that time."

Shen Ke paused at this point, and with a sideways glance, he saw Lin Jian's slightly narrowed eyes staring at him with a mischievous expression, as if to say, "How often do you try to say the next sentence?"

The embarrassment brought about by the box of "ultra-thin" on the terrace was like a revisit to the old days, and it returned to Lin Jian's pale face again.

Shen Ke watched him go still for a moment before inclining his head and letting out a deep chuckle.

And no matter how much time has passed, when Lin Jian sees his smiling face like this, all his temper can still disappear.

"So today is an appointment to catch up with an old friend?" Shen Ke asked.

"Uh-huh." Lin Jian answered, "It's been a long time since we met, the last time we saw each other was when I was in Hong Kong City, and it just so happens that I have time in the past two days, so I made an appointment to meet up." After saying that he frowned slightly, slightly disgusted, he trailed off with a spat, "Who knew that this ancestor made such a big fuss."

After he finished speaking, he went to look at Shen Ke again, and wanted to say something like "I've also caused you trouble", but for some reason, after Shen Ke had listened to him recounting the cause and effect of the incident, he moved away from the line of sight that had originally been resting on Lin Jian's body, and instead threw it towards the floor-to-ceiling windows not far away, and the expression on his side of his face once again faded away, but he did not realize why. The expression on the side of his face faded again.

Lin Jian had a sudden knock in his heart and secretly stopped his unfinished speech.

The first floor living room did not turn on the main light, only the sofa island this side of a floor lamp on, light and shadow warm yellow melting, fell between the two again muted down, reflected in the light under the two shadows cast on the bright floor, seemingly close and far.

In such a deep and slightly cool autumn night, in such a quiet and unoccupied silent space, even the silence between each other took on a bit of unspeakable subtlety.

After a long time, Lin Jian took the lead in breaking the silence in the room and suddenly asked, "By the way, did you change your assistant?"

"Huh?" Shen Ke didn't know what he was thinking, like he was slightly lost in thought, but only when he asked him did he come back to his senses, and after two seconds of silence, he smiled and said, "Did you say Song Zhi?"

"Uh-huh." Lin Jian said, "I haven't seen Uncle Song these past few times."

"...... He is almost fifty." Shen Ke's eyes curved slightly, smiled and said, "Which can still follow me all day tossing and turning, two years ago has been transferred from the board office to the logistics department, doing management post."

"Oh, that's right." Lin Jian nodded, but when Shen Ke brought up the topic of age, an inexplicable frustration suddenly sprouted in the bottom of his heart.

Time rushes by and never waits for anyone.

A few moments later, Lin Jian said, "It's getting late, go back and rest."

Shen Ke asked, "What about you? Which room do you live in?"

"Don't mind me." Lin Jian shook his head a little and replied, "I'll make do here, and save the one upstairs who's pretty drunk from making a scene in the middle of the night."

Shen Ke followed his words and looked up in the direction of the second floor bedroom, paused for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze and landed on this couch they were sitting on at the moment, "Sleeping here?"

Lin Jian: "Uh-huh."

"......" After hearing this answer, Shen Ke was silent again for a moment, Lin Jian was sensitive to the slightest hint of emotion that was revealed in the slight frown on his brow, but that moment was fleeting, so fast that it seemed like it was just his illusion.

"Didn't that little girl say just now that your friend's taste in alcohol is not bad?" Shen Ke asked in an unclear tone, "Can he sleep through the night?"

Although he used a questioning tone, Lin Jian decoded the deep meaning behind this statement at the first time - so, there is no need for you to guard here.

Lin Jian smiled indifferently, his eyes skimmed over the European-style floor clock in the corner of the living room, and said in a faint voice, "It's already this time of the day, so I won't toss it."

The distance between the floor lamp and the sofa is very close, and at this time the original warm and cozy lamp shadow falls on Shen Ke, but it shows a bit of coldness.

"Suit yourself." After a few seconds, Shen Ke decided not to stay any longer and stood up and headed for the door to the guest room that never closed, "Get an early night."

Lin Jian rose with him, but did not move, just looked at his back and answered, "Good."

When Shen Ke reached the door, his raised hand about to touch the half-hidden door, Lin Jian suddenly called out to him, "Wait a minute."

Shen Ke's fingertips pause slightly, but he doesn't turn back, just turns his head sideways and asks, "What's wrong?"

"......" Lin Jian stood in the depths of the warm halo of light, his eyes resting on the half-bright, half-conscious side face not far away, and after a moment, the knot in his throat slipped gently, and he spoke in a low voice: "I forgot to say good night. "

Shen Ke's hidden eyes wavered.

Lin Jian said, "Good night."

"Good night."

Shen Ke responds and opens the door to leave.

It's after midnight, and the corridor is quiet as Shen Ke walks to the door of the next room, swipes his card, enters, and then backhandedly shuts out the corridor light.

The layout of Shen Ke's room was the same as the one next door, and he changed his shoes in the foyer before walking through the living room and, without stopping, straight upstairs into the bedroom bathroom.

When he was alone at the end of the night, a lot of the usual gentle warmth and composure would dissipate from him, and his entire aura would be a bit colder.

The two-day industry summit held its closing ceremony tonight, which was one of the most exhausting parts of the event, and when he was finally able to take a break from the gaggle of flattery and compliments, he was surprised to run into Lin Jian at the elevator.

And then he actually inexplicably joined him in taking care of his old drunken friend for half the morning.

After such a round of tossing and turning, even Shen Ke felt tired and weary.

Shen Ke changed out of his clothes and stepped into the shower, where a warm stream of water fell over his head for a long time, finally washing away a trace of sleepiness and tiredness.

Not him, let alone the guy who had to stay on the couch all night.

After taking a shower, Shen Ke emerged from the bathroom in a dark bathrobe and grabbed his bedside cell phone to glance at the time.

A little faster.

A few moments later, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of his bedroom and looked out over the illuminated city from the twenty-third floor until a deep, majestic chime came from the clock tower above the distant mountains, and he finally sighed a compromising sigh and dialed a phone number.

"Mr. Shen?" At this time of the day, the hotel manager who received a personal call from Shen Ke was simply terrified.

Shen Ke asked, "Are there any rooms available on the 23rd floor?"

"You wait a moment, will check for you right away." The sound of rapid keyboard tapping came from the phone, and a few moments later, the manager answered, "There are two rooms left, one deluxe suite and one business suite."

"Deluxe suite." Shen Ke ordered in a deep voice, "Book one for me."

"Okay, okay, that would be 2333," the other man was busy agreeing, "May I ask when you need it?"

"...... now." Shen Ke says, "There's a drunken guest in 2308, so please ask Guest Room Guan Jia and the floorwalker to keep an extra eye out, and--"

"What else?" The manager asked, "You tell me."

Shen Ke sank down for a breath and continued, "There is another guest in room 2308, please ask him to rest in the room he just reserved."

The manager was confused for a split second and followed up with, "May I ask what the other person's name is?"

"Mr. Lin." Shen Ke said, "Just say that it was booked in advance by 2308's guest, nothing else needs to be said."

There was more than a little hesitation in the manager's tone, "This ......"

The lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were reflected in Shen Ke's eyes, like a layer of extremely light and shallow light.

He lowered his eyelashes, blocking the starry light like sparkling waves, and commanded as if he were closing a case, "And there's no need to mention me."