Yu Jing took his eyes off Zhang Xiaoyong's face with some weakness, "You are still ...... young"

"It's not small," Zhang Xiaoyong looked back at the people coming and going at the door of the bar, this is indeed not a suitable place to talk, "We went home and said." ”

When singing on stage, Zhang Xiaoyong kept paying attention to Yu Jing in the seat, he naturally knew that she had drunk a lot of wine, so he took off the shoulder bag from her shoulder, turned out the key and went to find her car.

Yu Jingjiu came up, dizzy and dizzy, and staggered behind Zhang Xiaoyong in high heels.

Stumbled, Yu Jing planted directly forward, just hit the guitar bag behind Zhang Xiaoyong, "Bang!" came out with a chord, Zhang Xiaoyong hurriedly turned around and supported Yu Jing, "Are you okay?"

"Small problem," Yu Jing waved his hand and stood up straight, looking a little drunk and coquettish.

Zhang Xiaoyong frowned slightly, worried that she would be gone, so she bent down directly and carried the person on her shoulder, Yu Jing's skirt didn't even go over her knees, and it was inconvenient to hold it on her back, so it was better to carry it and help her protect the skirt with her arms.

Although Yu Jing was a little drunk, her mind was still sober, she never knew that Zhang Xiaoyong's shoulders were so broad.

I remember that he was still the eighteen-year-old thin and shy boy who could wear her nightdress.

I've really grown up.

Yu Jing's hand tightened the guitar bag behind Zhang Xiaoyong, he was picked up by her with a worn-out guitar bag on his back, and when he got home, he still protected the little broken guitar he brought out from the welfare home like a baby.

Zhang Xiaoyong opened the door of the back seat, Yu Jing gently put it on the seat, and Yu Jing instinctively lay down along the backrest, curling his legs.

The sleepiness also followed, Yu Jing burped, closed his eyes and squinted.

Zhang Xiaoyong went around to the driver's seat, opened the door and entered, curled his legs, moved the seat back to adjust the position suitable for long legs, and just when the mobile phone rang twice, he took it out and looked at it.

It's Shen Er's WeChat message: [Reward].

Zhang Xiaoyong replied with an OK expression, then deleted the chat history, threw the mobile phone to the co-pilot, raised his eyes in the rearview mirror to look at Yu Jing, who was already asleep in the back seat, and drove her home.

Yu Jing was very quiet after falling asleep drunk, and when he carried her upstairs to the bedroom bed and lay down, there was only one thought in his mind - how could she be so soft.

It was as if there were no bones on his body.

"Yu Jing, good night. Zhang Xiaoyong secretly kissed on the forehead, although it was not the first time he had done this kind of thing, he still felt his heart beating faster and full of joy.

"Makeup remover......" Yu Jing struggled to sit up from the bed with his eyes closed, just as his red lips hit his thin lips.

This was really her own bump, Zhang Xiaoyong's Adam's apple slid nervously, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, as if it was still stained with her sweetness with the smell of wine.

Zhang Xiaoyong stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Yu Jing's thin waist and pulled the person over, "I'll take you to unload." ”

"Gross-"

Yu Jing spit out Zhang Xiaoyong's drunken body.

Didn't you just kiss it? So disgusting? Zhang Xiaoyong frowned, loosened Yu Jing's thin waist, and raised his hand to take off his dirty blouse.

Her skirt was also dirty, and Zhang Xiaoyong turned around and went to the chair to get her pajamas.

Yu Jing had already closed her eyes and got out of bed and was sleepwalking to go downstairs to the bathroom, Zhang Xiaoyong was afraid that she would fall down the stairs, so she put her pajamas on her shoulders and picked her up from behind.