Ling Wenxuan and Huang Qingrong returned to Chang. It was already dark at the time of sha, and Ling Wenxuan said goodbye to Huang Qingrong and went home.

Ling Wenxuan was thinking about one thing all the way, what song to sing. What song is better to sing at the time of the "peak music showdown". This game must not be lost, because the opponent is those three, so it is even more impossible to lose.

Back in the community, Ling Wenxuan went upstairs and had a little idea about the song. Thinking of this, Ling Wenxuan couldn't help but think about Wang Sheng's matter. This man who gave him infinite pressure on the phone didn't have such terrifying pressure after the official meeting, Ling Wenxuan felt very strange. Anyway, it's weird. Isn't it weird that a person who can give him such coercion on the phone has a diametrically opposite temperament after meeting?

Could it be ......

"Ah......h

Suddenly, Ling Wenxuan bumped into an unknown object, huh? It's a bit soft.

"Oops......" came from a sweet female voice, "Oba? ”

Ling Wenxuan's contemplative thoughts pulled back, and it was Tiffany in front of him.

"Pani?" Ling Wenxuan opened her mouth wide, it turned out to be Tiffany, she really didn't expect this. How did Tiffany get here?

"Hee-hee, Oba." Tiffany's face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy. What does this look like? Tiffany: Is this drinking?

"Pani, did you drink?" Ling Wenxuan asked.

Tiffany squinted cutely, stretched out her right hand, and slightly opened her two fingers and said, "No, just drank a little bit." ”

Ling Wenxuan pulled Tiffany open the door and walked into the room: "You have nothing to drink, and you are so drunk." ”

Tiffany pouted unhappily: "I'm not drunk, I only took a small sip, how could I be drunk." ”

Ling Wenxuan smiled, do you look like you've only taken a sip? Probably not.

"Today is Xiaoyuan's birthday, of course I have to drink." Tiffany snorted, her eyes almost out of her way.

"Huh? Hyoyeon's birthday today? Ling Wenxuan was stunned, today is the 22nd of September, isn't it. It's Hyoyeon's birthday. Ling Wenxuan patted his head, because he didn't think about Wang Sheng's matter at all.

Pulling Tiffany into the room, Ling Wenxuan immediately ran to the kitchen to prepare the decanting soup, Tiffany would not be good if she had a hangover.

Tiffany was lying on the couch and giggling. I don't know what I'm laughing at. You can never figure out what she was thinking when you were drunk, Ling Wenxuan felt a headache when he heard the sound of giggles coming from outside. But then again, why did Tiffany come to him all of a sudden? According to Tiffany's words, she should be at Hyoyeon's birthday party, shouldn't she be with everyone from Girls' Generation? How did you get here?

While preparing the decanting soup. Ling Wenxuan sent a text message to Xiao Yuan, because of Wang Sheng's matter, he really didn't think about Xiao Yuan's birthday. You can only send a text message and make up for the gift tomorrow. After sending a text message for a long time, no one replied, Ling Wenxuan secretly guessed that with Xiaoyuan's character, she should be able to reply, but she didn't reply. Could it be that Hyoyeon is as drunk as Tiffany? Not to mention, it's possible.

"Oba, hurry up. What to do! Tiffany staggered into the kitchen, puffing out his mouth towards Ling Wenxuan.

"Right away." Ling Wenxuan replied.

"By the way, Pani, how did you come to me? Didn't you say to attend Hyoyeon's birthday? How did you get here? Ling Wenxuan asked. Doubts in my heart. Hyo-yeon's birthday girlhood should have been there, how could Tiffany be drunk and let her out and walk around.

Tiffany approached Ling Wenxuan, tilted her head to look at what was cooking in Ling Wenxuan's pot, and said drunkly, "Oba is so stupid, of course I came here by car." ”

"......" Ling Wenxuan was speechless, and Tiffany's answer seemed to be correct at all. But is the crux of the matter here?

"I mean, how can they trust you to be here? Aren't you drunk? Ling Wenxuan asked Tiffany in a different way.

Tiffany got angry: "It's all said, I'm not drunk, don't talk nonsense." I'm a good drinker. ”

"......" was still angry, and the drunk person was really unreasonable.

Ling Wenxuan laughed: "Okay, good, you're not drunk, our Pani has the best amount of alcohol." How could it be drunk, isn't it. ”

"Hmph, it's good to know." The drunk Tiffany is even cuter than she usually is, and this cuteness is different from cuteness, but a different kind of cuteness.

Ling Wenxuan poured the decanting soup into the bowl and prepared to put it on the dining table outside. Suddenly, I felt like my clothes were being ripped on.

Ling Wenxuan turned his head. I saw Tiffany pouting, "Oba, are you ready to run when I just came in?" Am I annoying? ”

"......" Ling Wenxuan was really speechless, are drunk people so thoughtless? Or is Pani's cuteness already in his bones?

"Pani, I'm going to put this decanting soup on the table, how do you eat it in the kitchen?" Ling Wenxuan comforted a child, and said softly to Tiffany.

"Oh~" Tiffany grinned happily again, making Ling Wenxuan sigh that only drunk people are the most moody people.

Ling Wenxuan walked in front, and Tiffany led Ling Wenxuan's clothes behind him, like a child who got a new toy, very cute.

Ling Wenxuan put the decanting soup on the table, and turned his head to see Tiffany puffing out his mouth and weaving tweed from the corners of his clothes.

"Pani, stop playing." Ling Wenxuan said helplessly to Tiffany, who was having fun.

Tiffany didn't lift her head, just like a child playing with mud on the floor who heard her parents tell her to stop playing.

"Just play, just play. ......"Tiffany was even more energetic, twisting the twist one after another, Ling Wenxuan was helpless when he saw this dress, it seemed that this dress could not be worn."

Ling Wenxuan pointed to the decanting soup on the table and said, "Pani, do you want something delicious?" ”

"Delicious?" Tiffany looked up, "Yes?" ”

"......" Ling Wenxuan wanted to complain, the girl's generation, which usually broke out when she saw the essence of foodies, turned out to be ignorant of things on the table, is this science?

Squinting her hazy eyes and looking at it for a long time before Tiffany screamed in surprise, she saw it.

Tiffany sat in her chair and sniffed at the fragrant soup and applauded, "Oba, I want to drink." ”

"Then you can drink it." Ling Wenxuan sat on Tiffany Road.

Tiffany snorted, "I want you to feed me." ”

"......" Ling Wenxuan was stunned, hey Tiffany? Is it appropriate?

The drunk Tiffany was really no different from a child, Ling Wenxuan coughed lightly. Think of it as a child.

"Hurry up." Tiffany kicked her slipperless foot under the table.

"Okay~" Ling Wenxuan reluctantly picked up the spoon on the table and scooped a spoonful, "Ah......"

Tiffany smiled as she narrowed her charming smile and opened her mouth. Ling Wenxuan was close to Tiffany. Looking at Tiffany up close, he was stunned.

The eyebrows of the mantis moth, the beautiful eyes, the nose are delicate and lovely, the cherry lips are moist and charming, and the white cheeks are like condensation. Looking at Tiffany up close made Ling Wenxuan unable to retract his gaze.

"Oba, hurry up." Tiffany didn't wait for a long time, and said coquettishly.

"Uh, okay." Ling Wenxuan gently brought the spoon to Tiffany's lips, but as soon as he touched Tiffany's lips, he heard her exclaim.

"What's wrong?" Ling Wenxuan took the spoon and asked with concern.

Tiffany bit her lip, "It's hot." ”

Ling Wenxuan remembered that this soup had just come out of the pot, and of course it was very hot. Quickly put the spoon close to his mouth, blowing gently, and only re-inserted it into Tiffany's mouth when it felt almost there.

This time, Tiffany didn't say anything hot. Swallowing slowly, he stretched out his little pink tongue and licked the remaining soup on the spoon.

......Looking at Tiffany's scene, Ling Wenxuan swallowed inexplicably.

"Well, I still want it, Oba." Tiffany thought it was delicious, squinting at her hazy smile.

Ling Wenxuan's heart skipped a beat, and Tiffany's words made his heart skip a beat.

"Hmm." Ling Wenxuan didn't dare to look at Tiffany's eyes and scooped up another spoonful......

Tiffany has a great appetite and drinks a lot of this bowl of decanting soup. Ling Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"Oba, drink too." Tiffany looked at the bowl and said to Ling Wenxuan.

"I don't need to." Ling Wenxuan shook his head and refused.

"Yes." Tiffany snatched the spoon from Ling Wenxuan's hand, scooped a spoonful and prepared to hand it to Ling Wenxuan. But the drunken man didn't seem to be able to do anything. Holding the spoon and shaking it, it didn't put it into Ling Wenxuan's mouth, but poured Ling Wenxuan's body.

"Huh?" Tiffany exclaimed in surprise, "Oba has to drink soup for his clothes, since Oba doesn't drink it, give it all." ”

Ling Wenxuan's head is black, who would believe that Tiffany is not drunk? How many other people can come up with such a good idea, besides the drunk?

Look at Tiffany's still wanting to feed. Ling Wenxuan immediately poured all the bowls into his stomach in one gulp. Let Tiffany feed it, and I guess all of them will have to cheapen the clothes on their own.

After drinking, Ling Wenxuan went to wash the dishes, while Tiffany was lying on the sofa playing with his fingers......

When Ling Wenxuan came out after washing the dishes, Tiffany was already asleep. Ling Wenxuan chuckled, walked over to Tiffany's side, and grabbed the crook of his leg with one hand. One hand reached into the shoulder blade and hugged Princess Tiffany with a gentle force.

Tiffany was very light, this was Ling Wenxuan's first feeling.

Kicking open the door of the room, Ling Wenxuan was about to put Tiffany on his bed. I don't know if Ling Wenxuan's action was too big, and Tiffany was awakened.

Ling Wenxuan held Tiffany in a posture that was ready to be put down, and Tiffany opened her eyes and looked at Ling Wenxuan directly. Suddenly, Tiffany hugged Ling Wenxuan's head and kissed Ling Wenxuan's lips.

Ling Wenxuan was stunned, this, what is this for?

The soft touch between his lips made Ling Wenxuan lose his mind, the taste seemed to be very fragrant, it seemed to be very sweet, it seemed to be like a dream. Ling Wenxuan couldn't describe this feeling, he only knew that his first kiss was gone, and it wasn't Yu Li's...... (To be continued.) )