Cheng Hao put Xiang Xiaoyuan on the bed, fortunately, this girl was as light as a piece of paper.

Seeing that she fainted, I thought that Fu Xianlong's kid had done something in the wine, but it turned out that this stinky girl was drunk.

I've seen a bad amount of alcohol, but I've never seen such a bad amount of alcohol, just one sip, it's not an exaggeration at all, it's really just one sip, and this girl got drunk.

also scared Fu Xianlong enough, and the meal he prepared was useless at all.

"Hey, you want to sleep, you take off your sweater and sleep!" Cheng Hao pushed Xiaoyuan, she couldn't even open her eyes, but she knew that she was tightly wrapped in her clothes and pushed Cheng Hao aside.

Cheng Hao sat at the corner of the bed, looking at the girl on the bed with his eyes down, the white jade is the bone and snow is the skin, and he is talking about this kind of face.

A slight drunken flush permeated her cheeks and the corners of her eyebrows, and with the gentle breathing, the long flickering eyelashes outlined the tails of her eyes into slightly upturned wings.

Weishenme does not look like an underage little girl only when she is asleep.

The afternoon sun seeps in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the dappled light and shadow sprinkle on the bed, forming a series of broken flowers.

And she is the crystal dew drop on the petals.

Cheng Hao also lay down and faced her, it was the first time to look at her so closely, this girl was always wary of herself, like a heavily armed hedgehog.

Only then would she let her guard off, as fragile as a handicraft that could be broken at the touch of a button.

He gently brushed away the broken hair that was covering her cheeks, and the hair was so soft, there was no smell of chemical fragrances, only a trace of vague fragrance like an invisible hand teasing the tip of her heart.

He gently stroked her face again, remembering that at that time, under the ventilation fan of the subway train, her face also revealed a slight crimson.

This touch is more delicate than expected, as smooth as the white porcelain of the Ru kiln, but warmer than the white porcelain.

This face only shows such a peaceful expression when she is asleep, thinking of the smile in her eyes that bent into a crescent moon when she holds up the photo, thinking of the tears in her eyes when she reviews her indiscretion, and thinking of the cheeks that bulge when she quarrels with herself, Cheng Hao's heart throbs and unconsciously his lips are so close......

Petal-like lips, many people praise the lips of beautiful women like this, but they don't know how many stunning colors in the world The bewitching color on the lips is just fake flowers coated with pigments and preservatives.

But this flower is so tender and unguarded, just like a begonia after the rain, people are afraid to wither after touching.

Xiang Xiaoyuan turned over, the tip of his nose scratched Cheng Hao's lips, he was just like waking up from a dream, what was he doing?

The little girl in front of him actually made herself think about it, the type he likes is not like this, never has been!

He Cheng Hao is not a righteous gentleman, and the type he likes naturally cannot be a pure angel, he doesn't like to make trouble for himself, and he doesn't want to increase his guilt.

Cheng Hao sat up in a hurry, cold sweat had already wet his underwear, but instinct was burning him, hurry away, he couldn't wait for the moment when instinct exploded and desire collapsed.

He leaned against the door and gasped, glanced back at the little man who was sleeping soundly, and glanced up at the marker she used to mark the topic on the desk, and couldn't help but smile evilly......

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat up in a daze, remembering that he was eating at Mr. Fu's house, but the layout of his room was around.

She shook her head, only to feel that her brain was a mess, looked at her sweater, and looked at the wall clock, she screamed and ran out.

"It's late, it's late!" she almost rolled down the stairs.

Cheng Hao couldn't help but laugh when he saw her panicked: "Hey, it's time to make dinner, I'm starving!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan is still in the mood to cook dinner, the hour hand has pointed to ten o'clock, and the last train to the suburbs has already ended, she can only cry without tears.

"I can't go back!" Xiao Yuan stomped his feet in a hurry, and then stabilized: "It's okay, it's okay, there's a train back to the suburbs at midnight......"

After saying that, he turned around and ran upstairs.

Cheng Hao grabbed her: "What time are you going back?

Xiang Xiaoyuan also calmed down, and calculated, if he took the first train tomorrow morning, he should not miss work.

"I'll drive you tomorrow morning!" Cheng Haoqiang couldn't hold back a smile and looked at Xiao Yuan and continued to put on an iceberg face.

"Let's cook! I'm going to starve!"

Xiao Yuan let out an "oh" and walked to the kitchen, wondering in his heart that he shouldn't be having lunch at Mr. Fu's house?

"I ......" Before she could ask, Cheng Hao flipped through the newspaper and said, "You got drunk, so you came back to sleep!"

"I was drunk, so how did I get back?" Xiao Yuan didn't remember anything.

Cheng Hao sneered: "I walked back by myself!"

"Walking back?" Xiao Yuan still couldn't think of anything, but when he peeked at Cheng Hao's thief smile, Xiao Yuan was very strange:

"Is my face weird, why are you smiling like that?"

Then he walked up to the mirror and suddenly screamed sharply.

Six black lines were symmetrically drawn on her little face with a marker, like a cat's beard, and even more annoyingly, there was a round black mark on the right eye circle, like a cat's markings.

Xiang Xiaoyuan screamed and pulled his face, and rushed to Cheng Hao: "Say, is Xue Cheng back?"

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, and was thinking about where to hide, but she didn't expect that it was Xue Cheng who she suspected for the first time.

Cheng Hao shook his head.

"Who painted that on my face?" Xiao Yuan was furious.

"I don't know!" Cheng Hao pretended to be stupid.

Xiang Xiaoyuan gritted his teeth and ran back upstairs, washing his face diligently.

The ink of this marker is too difficult to wash, and the skin of the face has to be washed off, could it be that Mr. Cheng painted it?

No way!

Xiao Yuan eliminated him as soon as possible, how could he do such a childish thing with his kind of iceberg?

But there are only two people in the room, not him, could it be that he sleepwalked and painted it?

Xiao Yuan patted his head, but since he was able to walk back drunk and drunk, it wasn't a strange thing to draw himself as a flower-faced cat when he was sleepwalking, right?

Cheng Hao looked at the shallow ink on Xiaoyuan's face, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and kept looking at her nervously.

"Eat!" Xiao Yuan pouted, he had barely eaten at noon, and now he felt very hungry.

"Laugh if you want!" she looked at Cheng Hao's expression and said depressedly.

"I didn't wash it!" Cheng Hao teased her.

"This kind of thing is very difficult to wash!" Xiao Yuan was so angry that he wanted to cry: "It must have been painted when I was sleepwalking! I thought I was just sleeping and drooling, but how could I sleepwalk?"

Cheng Hao did something bad and didn't dare to speak up.

The heart said that this girl is simply icy when she is smart, but she is hopelessly stupid.

But she didn't put the account on herself, so it was enough to steal the fun......

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat on the bed sulking, looked at the pens on the desk, got up and locked them all in the drawer, and then put the key in the highest partition of the cabinet.

"Look you're still sleepwalking!" she muttered as she got into the bed and muttered.