Tonight's wine was the most intoxicating wine Fang Qingming had ever drunk.

Song Xiangran's face next to her was leaning on Fang Qingming's shoulder, and the breath exhaled from her nose seemed to test Fang Qingming's neck.

The temperature at night had dropped a bit, and it was originally a little cold, but Fang Qingming suddenly felt a burst of heat in his body.

Feeling that the body of the person he was leaning on was writhing uneasily, Song Xiangran was not very comfortable, so he stretched out his hand and hugged Fang Qingming's waist.

Obviously, Fang Qingming's body no longer writhed.

Because of Song Xiangran's sudden hug, Fang Qingming's whole person froze and didn't dare to move.

"Xiang Ran," Fang Qingming hesitated for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth to speak, but found that his voice was a little hoarse, "Have you drunk too much?"

Song Xiangran heard someone calling herself, raised her head at the voice, and found that it was Fang Qingming who was calling herself, so she couldn't help but smile at him.

Song Xiangran, who was so ignorant, said that he hadn't drunk too much, and Fang Qingming didn't believe it.

So Fang Qingming sighed helplessly, wanting to take Song Xiangran's hand away, but found that she was holding her waist and refused to let go.

"You girl, really. Fang Qingming smiled helplessly and shook his head.

The two people next to him saw every move just now, Fang Qingran could see it.

But Fang Qingran chose not to see it, after all, it was an adult's business, he, naturally, was not suitable for children.

Suddenly, Song Xiangran excitedly pointed to the sky and shouted, "Meteor! It's a meteor shower!"

Everyone quickly raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Sure enough, a meteor shower suddenly fell in the quiet dark blue sky.

One white light after another streaked across the blue curtain of the sky.

"Make a wish, Brother Qingming, make a wish!" Song Xiangran saw that Fang Qingming was still in a daze, so he was a little anxious, and hurriedly took Fang Qingming's hand and asked him to put his hands together.

Song Xiangran tonight is unprecedentedly active and overly lively.

However, Fang Qingming felt that it seemed to be good.

This burst of meteor showers will soon be over.

But there is also enough time for everyone to make a wish.

Song Xiangran tonight is very much like the little guy who used to follow Fang Qingming's ass every day to ask for candy, he likes to be coquettish, he is very curious, and he is very clingy.

"Brother Qingming, Brother Qingming, what wish did you make just now?" Song Xiangran hugged Fang Qingming's arm, blinked his big sparkling eyes, and looked at Fang Qingming.

Only Song Xiangran dared to pester Fang Qingming like this, and he was not afraid that he would get angry.

Everyone knows that Fang Qingming seems to have a good temper on weekdays, but he is actually very impatient, and he has some cleanliness habits, and he doesn't like others to touch him.

Fang Qingran on the side looked at Song Xiangran, who was so sticky, and frowned.

He couldn't believe that Song Xiangran, who was a little arrogant on weekdays, but was very calm and calm in what he did, was the same person as the person in front of him who was holding his own brother and asking questions.

Alcohol is so terrible that it can change a person's temperament!

Fang Qingran secretly swore in his heart that if he killed him, he would not touch the wine.

If Song Xiangran gets up tomorrow morning and knows that he is like this tonight, I don't know if he will collapse.

"Since it's a wish, of course I can't tell you. Fang Qingming said to Song Xiangran in a rare and good-natured manner.

Song Xiangran was not satisfied, pouted and continued to ask: "Why can't you tell me if you make a wish!"

"For if you say it, it will not work. Fang Qingming looked down at Song Xiangran's eyes, and the two of them stared at each other for several seconds.

Even Song Xiangran, who drank too much, knew that he was embarrassed at this time.

I saw Song Xiangran's face flush, pushed Fang Qingming's arm away, and then moved his butt and sat next to Fang Qingran.

Just when Fang Qingran thought that Song Xiangran was going to be coquettish to him like Fang Qingming just now, Song Xiangran suddenly stretched out his hand and began to rub Fang Qingran's head.

After a while, Fang Qingran's hair was messy.

"Qingran, Qingran, what wish did you make?" Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingran with a smile, and then stretched out his hand and pinched Fang Qingran's face.

Fang Qingran looked at Song Xiangran with two eyes in horror, but the movements in Song Xiangran's hands did not intend to stop at all.

There was really no way, Fang Qingran had no choice but to turn his head to look at Fang Qingming in fear, intending to ask Fang Qingming for help.

"Brother, why did she pinch my face and not you?" Fang Qingran wanted to cry and said without tears.

Seeing his own brother being ravaged, Fang Qingming's mood was surprisingly good.

"This is the difference in treatment. Fang Qingming held his chin with his hand, smiling, and watched Fang Qingran being ravaged by Song Xiangran.

"Sister Xiangran, don't rub it. Fang Qingran wanted to pull Song Xiangran's men down several times, but found that Song Xiangran, who had drunk too much, seemed to have surprisingly strong strength?

In the end, Fang Qingran had no choice but to beg Song Xiangran: "Sister Xiangran, can you rub it gently?"

"Wow, oops, Qingran, why are you so cute. Song Xiangran smiled and nodded.

That night, Song Xiangran still sang a song about Anita Mui's intimate lover in front of everyone. After singing, Song Xiangran also forced everyone to applaud her.

After sending Song Xiangran back to the room, everyone unanimously decided that Song Xiangran, who was so abnormal tonight, would be tight-lipped and not say a word from now on.

"Qingran, tonight, your sister Xiangran......" Fang Qingming still felt uneasy in his heart, and deliberately sent Fang Qingran down to tell him.

Fang Qingran nodded, then pointed to his cheek and said, "Brother, don't worry, I really don't have anything to say." "

Looking at Fang Qingran's white and tender face, which was rubbed a little red by Song Xiangran, Fang Qingming felt distressed and felt a little funny.

"Okay, next time I'll bring you that brand of paint back as a reward. Fang Qingming thought about it, but turned back and rubbed Fang Qingran's head.

Although he was a little disgusted by being rubbed his head, for the sake of the paint, Fang Qingran still held back.

Probably because of drunkenness, when he woke up the next day, Song Xiangran found that it was almost noon.

And when I opened my eyes, my head still hurt. Song Xiangran found out for the first time that his alcohol consumption was so poor.

groping out of the door to get ready to wash, Song Xiangran happened to see Fang Qingran walking towards him, and found that his white face had an unnatural flush.

"Qingran, morning. Song Xiangran smiled a little tiredly, "What's wrong with your face?"

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