Remember [Love Book House] in a second to provide you with wonderful reading. His eyes were gentle and warm, with rare pity, and a shallow smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Why are you crying? Didn't you have a good chat with Lu Ruidong just now? His voice was gentle, like 40° warm water entering his throat, which was very comfortable.

Zijun looked at him stunned, a thrill in his dizzy brain, and his originally confused vision finally cleared up, and he finally saw him clearly.

Raising his hand, he opened the hand that was still stroking his cheek, shook his body and took two steps back, instinctively pulling away from him.

"How did you end up here?" She finally saw his car parked in the dark not far away, and her eyes were red from crying, "You are following me?" ”

Because she drank alcohol, because her voice was hoarse, because she was weak, her voice sounded a little soft, without the indifference and calmness she usually had, and she was a little slurred.

Tong Zhenyu looked at her fixedly, his lips opened, but he didn't answer her question.

"Don't tell me it's a coincidence," Zijun stretched out his hand and shook it: "Tong Zhenyu, I can see through you, and any coincidence with you is your premeditation." ”

“..”|Tong Zhenyu closed his mouth knowingly, tonight is indeed not a coincidence, it is premeditated.

Her face was crimson from the strength of the cocktail, and her eyes were watery like a little hedgehog that had just been provoked.

Seeing her like this, he was angry and funny.

"Don't follow me anymore," Zijun fixed him vigilantly: "I'm waiting for the bus to go back here, don't be kind enough to offer to send me." ”

After saying this, she reached out and patted him lightly on the cheek, not feeling how ambiguous her action was for a man.

Tong Zhenyu took the opportunity to grab her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it naturally, with a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely warm when he looked at her.

"What are you laughing at?" Zijun withdrew his hand in annoyance, and glared at her fiercely with red eyes: "In your eyes, I'm just a joke, right?" ”

Tong Zhenyu was slightly stunned, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he stepped forward and stood in front of her: "You're drunk, I'll send you back." ”

"No, I just said I got a ride." She waved her little hand, motioning for him not to come closer.

"At ten o'clock in the evening, where are the buses?" He pointed to the bus stop sign: "It is clearly written, the last train will be closed at 9 o'clock in the evening." ”

She narrowed her confused eyes and looked, sure enough, fainted, when did the last bus close so early? Didn't you still have a car at eleven or twelve o'clock before?

"Then I'll stop a taxi." Zijun stubbornly wanted to go forward, but he stepped on a stone under his feet and slipped down, and the whole person fell backwards, and he was about to fall on his back.

Tong Zhenyu quickly stretched out his hand, with the help of her fallen body, so she did not fall on the cold cement road, but fell directly into Tong Zhenyu's arms.

"You're going to knock me down again?" His playful voice sounded behind her: "And, still in the backward style? ”

She turned her head, looked at the smile on his face, froze slightly, and then snorted: "Can I pounce on you?" ”

After speaking, she relied on the meaning of still being a little sober, struggled out of his arms and turned around to walk away.

Tong Zhenyu suddenly reached out, grabbed her arm, pulled her around, and then stared at her quietly in the dim light.

"You can give it a try," his voice was as seductive as his handsome face.

"Have I ever knocked you down?" She squinted at him and asked,

“..。。” He Mo didn't know how to answer this question.

She didn't need his answer, and said with a smile: "It turns out that some things can be pounced on, but steady." ”

Tong Zhenyu nodded seriously, and then smiled not very seriously: "This time, I'll let you pounce." ”

Zijun looked at him drunkenly, his fan-like eyelashes were flapped a few times, and he said with a smile: "Are you sure that after I pounce on you, you won't get up and run again?" ”

This time, he looked at her very seriously, for a long time, and nodded seriously: "I'm sure, I won't struggle again." ”

"Hahaha," Zijun suddenly laughed, covered his stomach with his hands, laughed uncontrollably, and finally squatted down, his red face was like a red flower because of his laughter.

It's just that she couldn't laugh anymore when she laughed and laughed, looked up, looked at him, and said lightly: "This joke is enough to laugh, tell another joke to hear." ”

“..。” Tong Zhenyumo, when did his truths become a joke in her.

Knowing that she was drunk and a little delirious, he still wanted to explain inexplicably.

"I'm not joking, Zijun, what I just said...

Before he finished speaking, she suddenly cried again, squatting on the ground, holding her knees with both hands, crying extremely sadly.

Tong Zhenyu stood there at a loss, looking at the crying Zhang Zijun, and didn't know what to do for a while.

And Zhang Zijun's cry ushered in the sideways glances of passers-by, and then some people pointed at Tong Zhenyu, and talked in a low voice while walking away, as if he was a bad person who couldn't coax his wife.

Tong Zhenyu bent down, picked up the woman who was still crying, turned around and walked towards his car parked under a tree not far away.

"I'm not in your car, I'm going to take the bus." Zhang Zijun was still muttering when he was put into the car by Tong Zhenyu.

"I'm a hitchhiker," he explained lightly, quickly pulling the seat belt over to help her buckle it up.

"Hitchhiking?" Zijun turned his head and drove away Tong Zhenyu, who got into the car from the cab: "When did you also stay in the Third Hospital?" ”

"Tonight," he replied faintly, quickly starting the car.

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"I'm not drunk," Zhang Zijun came up with one hand holding on to the railing of the stairs, and shook off Tong Zhenyu's hand to help him with the other.

Looking at the woman who was walking a little shaky, Tong Zhenyu shook her head, she wasn't drunk, she was just not so drunk that she didn't even know anyone.

I don't know how long I walked, I finally went upstairs, and when I got to the seventh floor, I had to go up, Tong Zhenyu finally reached out and grabbed her arm: "It's here." ”

"Have you arrived?" She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked towards the stairs: "I live on the top floor, isn't there a staircase to go upstairs?" ”

“..。。” Tong Zhenyu didn't bother to pay attention to her, reached for her bag, and wanted to take out the key.

Zijun immediately covered his bag with his hands and stared at Tong Zhenyu vigilantly: "What are you going to do?" "Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.

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