Chen An was so easily drunk that he first leaned against Lu Feng and soon his entire weight was on Lu Feng's shoulder. Lu Feng quickly reached out to hold the man who was going to fall down and let him sit down slowly.

It seemed not a disguise. Lu Feng frowned when he looked at the red wine that had not been finished in the glass opposite him. How could this man so bad at drinking? A glass of red wine would make him lose consciousness.

"Boss, shall we..." A subordinate by Lu Feng's side came up and asked in a low voice.

"No." His suggestion was rejected by Lu Feng before he had finished speaking.

"Wait, bring the blanket." Lu Feng called out his subordinates who were ready to leave.

He probably felt that Chen An was not comfortable sleeping on his shoulder, so he carefully held the man's head and let Chen An lean on his own legs, then put on a wool blanket for the man to prevent Chen An from catching cold.

There was still more than an hour's fly to Los Angeles. Lu Feng just sat quietly and occasionally looked out of the window at the blue sky and white clouds. The clouds at ten thousand miles high were interwove like white waves.

The scenery outside the window was not so beautiful, and he unconsciously looked at the man lying on his leg.

When he saw Chen An at ordinary times, Lu Feng always had a damn sense of familiarity. He fantasized more than once about whether this man was Chen Chang An, whom he thought about day and night. The two men even had similar names.

However, every time Lu Feng would question himself relentlessly: Chen Chang An and Chen An were two different men.

But why did they look so alike when they sleep?

Lu Feng involuntarily looked down at the man's side face, as peaceful and stable as a baby. His brow relaxed completely, making Lu Feng feel that this man should have a soft heart.

In the year of Chen Chang An's house arrest, Lu Feng actually had a very unhappy life.

He got the man he dreamed of, but the result was a sharp drop in his relationship with the old fox. Almost every time they meet, they would fight with 'gunfire and bullets'. Chen Chang An would either beat him up and let him go, or ignore him directly and use emotional abuse against him.

The longer it took, the more afraid Lu Feng was to see Chen Chang An. Only when the man was asleep did Lu Feng sneak into the room and secretly watch the man fall asleep.

Quiet and gentle.

More than once, he fantasized that one day Chen Chang An could also give Lu Feng a little of his own tenderness. A little was enough.

He imagined that one day the man could face him squarely and accept him slowly.

He dreamed that when they slowly getting old, he could be by the man's side and never leave...

One year, two years, ten years, twenty years...

He aspired that one day, Cheng Chang An could smile at him and shout his name gently.

But that day would never come.

Lu Feng slowly closed his eyes and put his hand gently on the shoulder of the man sleeping on his legs. Let him have a dream, a short and sweet dream. Lu Feng fancied that the man lying on his leg now was the man he missed.

"Chang An..." Lu Feng murmured the man's name in a trembling voice, and then covered his forehead with his fingers gently.

"I'm so tired... Really tired..."

He missed him, he longed to see him.

The man sleeping on Lu Feng's legs opened his eyes slightly and clearly heard the tired whispers of the young man from above.

According to the original plan, after arriving in Los Angeles, Lu Feng should hand over Chen An to Ding Sheng, who had been waiting for a long time, and this was indeed the case.