Xu Qingchu, who hadn't seen him for a long time, suddenly visited, Ning Ying didn't want to see Xu Qingchu, but he couldn't drive people away openly, so he had to go out under the excuse of "out of sight is clean", leaving Xu Qingchu alone with the ghost king who had been "pure-hearted" for several days in the back garden to drink and talk.

Qing Xuan sat lazily on the chair, the wine glass in his hand swayed, the wine was about to be poured, squinting his eyes as if he was drunk, looking at the ghost in front of him who suddenly "looked fluttering", and said, "It's because you came to see me today that you deliberately dressed so 'grand'?"

It's not that Qing Miao paid special attention to Xu Qingchu's clothes today, it's just that the clothes on weekdays are too cool, so he only puts on a few layers of tulle, which can barely cover the point, but it is really "indecent and immoral". Today he is wearing a dress, the place that should be covered is tightly covered, the hair is obviously combed well, it looks good, and the opposite of the past, more than a little more handsome. However, in Qing Xuan's eyes, Xu Qingchu is still the original "human-like" Sven scum.

Xu Qingchu smiled, his eyes were a little less blank and a little more clear, "I'm going to look for Ah Li in a few days, so it's not good for her to see my sloppy appearance."

The cup shaking in Qing Xuan's hand suddenly stopped, feeling a little guilty and a little relieved. Guilty, he couldn't tell Xu Qingchu the facts, telling him that he couldn't find that person even if he spent his whole life. Fortunately, Xu Qingchu is finally willing to "live" well, just like finding a star and being willing to follow it, and this life is in vain.

Sometimes if the truth is too cruel, cruel enough to kill him with a single blow, it is not merciful to make up a dream for this person and immerse him in a dream.

"Who is she?" asked Qingxuan.

Xu Qingchu lowered his head and thought about it very seriously, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "She is my wife."

It was not much different from what Qing Xuan expected, and nodded slightly, the wine glass was empty, and he raised his hand to pour himself another glass. Seeing this, Xu Qing said, "You've already drunk so much, do you want to drink again?"

The movements in Qing Xuan's hands stagnated, he didn't have the ability to get drunk without a thousand cups, and now he did feel that his brain was groggy, which was a precursor to getting drunk, but when he thought about Ning Ying's words, there would be fewer opportunities to drink so freely in the future, and he poured a full glass calmly, "no problem"

"You have lived and died for so many years, have you ever liked a woman?" Xu Qingchu suddenly asked.

Qing Xuan searched carefully in his cloudy mind, and finally made a final decision, shaking his head, "No"

"Tsk, it's impossible, right? It stands to reason that your appearance is still very attractive to bees and butterflies, but there are no ones? You don't like men, do you?"

The crooked wine glass in Qing Xuan's hand finally spilled most of the wine in the cup as he wished, Xu Qingchu's unintentional words deeply touched Qing Xuan's nerves, which had been paralyzed for most of the time, raised his eyes and dissipated his drunkenness, glared at him, "You like men"

Xu Qingchu laughed wantonly, "Haha, I'm just talking, why are you so angry?"

After soking up for a while, my brain still couldn't stand the "indiscriminate bombardment" of alcohol, and it didn't take long for me to get groggy again, leaning on my soft chair, and whispering, "I'm not a beast, I don't like men's ......."

Xu Qingchu was also drunk, and he couldn't hear the buzzing sound of the green mosquito at all, leaning on the railing behind him and falling asleep, and when he woke up, he was already lying on his own bed.

When Ning Ying came back, it was already sunset, thinking that Xu Qingchu's house should leave, but he didn't expect that the guy was actually drunk here, and his stepfather also looked drunk and unconscious.

Ning Ying called a few ghost warriors to move Xu Qingchu from the Ghost King Palace back to his own house, but Qing Miao was reluctant to fake his hands on others, and carefully helped people to Shangtian Palace.

Throw Qingqiu on the bed and twist the quilt for him. Qing Miao "didn't know the hearts of good people", lifted the quilt that had just been covered on her body, and pulled her neckline irritably, "It's so hot...... That one is so bold that he dares to set fire to me."

Ning Ying pressed his restless hand, "No one set fire to let you drink so much, deserve." Qing Miao really felt that the thing pressing on his chest was cool and comfortable, so he pulled the hand on the neckline and turned to Ning Ying's hand, and pulled it, but fortunately, Ning Ying stood firm enough, and Qing Miao just pulled herself up from the bed in a daze.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the narrow peach blossom eyes only squinted a small slit, and there was a smile on his face, smudged with drunken redness, inexplicably a little cute.

Ning Ying coughed unnaturally, and saw the drunk man pat the empty bed next to him. Knowing what he meant, Ning Ying sat down stiffly as if she was half-bodyed.

Qing Miao naturally tilted her head on Ning Ying's shoulder, and closed her eyes with peace of mind. Ning Ying was different, she didn't dare to move, and she was so stiff that she was almost comparable to a zombie.

Tilting his head slightly, he suddenly wanted to take a look at his father-in-law. Qing Xuan's face was comfortably pillowed on Ning Ying's shoulder, leaning up slightly, he turned his head like this, facing the kind of face that had been magnified countless times and couldn't see enough of it, his heart seemed to stop beating suddenly, and his eyes involuntarily locked on the slightly pursed lips, perhaps because of the strong wine, with a different kind of red, which became more and more attractive.

The wine is strong and intimidating, although Ning Ying didn't drink, but she was stained with the smell of wine all over her body, and she felt a little drunk inexplicably. I don't know where it came from, Ning Ying slowly moved towards the thin lips, and the expression on her face was slow and full of caution and embarrassment.

Qing Xuan moved restlessly, her eyelashes flashed, like eyes about to be opened, so frightened that Ning Ying quickly turned around, sitting upright, stiff like a coffin board standing up to the sky. After a good time, I was able to alleviate the stimulation of almost being "stolen by everyone".

There was still some swaying in the "lustful gall" that had just been puffed up, so he spared no effort to incite the opening in his heart, and the words he wanted to say gushed out unconsciously.

"Father-in-law," Ning Ying shouted softly.

"Hmm...... Hmm," Qing Xuan replied vaguely.

"You...... Do you like Xu Qingchu?" Ning Ying still spoke in the usual tone, and the drunk man couldn't detect the fluctuations in his words.

Qing Xuan was silent for a moment, did not answer him, but pushed him angrily, and then fell on the bed, "Who likes him...... Lao Tzu likes no one like him......".

In the past few days, he himself has been a little nervous, he thinks that he is not good for Longyang, but today he was asked twice if he likes men, and the depressed anger in his heart suddenly came out.

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