Silent held the confused Shan Zong with his right hand, like a statue of cold air swishing.

Su Bei had the illusion that if he was one meter closer to Silence, he would be cut by his murderous aura.

Su Bei smiled, glanced at the drunk and unconscious Mr. Shan, pulled the corners of his lips and explained: "Brother Silence, it was Mr. Shan who drank the wine because of his ability, and I just brought him back to rest." ”

Mr. Shan heard his name called in a daze, and pinched his silent clothes with his paws: "Don't make noise... The master is very poor. ”

Su Bei saw that as soon as Mr. Shan spoke, the coldness in his silent eyes suddenly dissipated, leaving a helpless and doting softness.

"Hurry up and take him back and drink some decanting soup," Su Bei turned around and hid the emotions in his brown eyes, "Our sorghum wine in the northeast is privately brewed, and the wine is strong." ”

The door opened, Su Bei flashed in, and quickly closed the door.

Mr. Shan pinched the silent sleeve with his claws, yawning sleepily, and his mouth was full of wine.

Silence took the unconscious little cub back to the hotel room upstairs, took off his shoes and socks and coat for Mr. Shan, put Mr. Shan on the bed first, and then planned to go to the hotel kitchen to find some sobering soup.

The mobile phone ticked and rang, it was Lu Zuoyu's call, asking about Silent Whereabouts.

"I'm back with Xiaoshan," Silence answered the phone with one hand, bending down to cover the bedding over Mr. Shan, "He's drunk, I'll take care of him first." ”

As soon as he hung up the phone, the silent man had not yet reached the entrance, and suddenly there was a sound of "plopping" in the room.

Silence looked back, and sure enough, Mr. Shan rolled off the bed with a futon.

This fall woke up the sleeping mountain boss.

He opened his drunken eyes and saw the silence approaching.

"Hey, hey... Silence, when did you bring your brother here? There is so much silence..."Mr. Shan rolled back to the bed, hugging the soft pillow, and countless silent ghosts appeared in front of him.

Silence said: "You lie down for a while, and I'll go find you some sobering soup." ”

"Nonsense... Belch.. If you don't pour a thousand cups, you won't get drunk. Mr. Shan suddenly narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at the silence, "You! Are you going to find that shortbread... I can see it clearly, sir, shortbread is always looking at you... Are you going to climb the wall?"

Silent:...

Even if he is drunk into a puddle of mud, Shan always remembers silence and shortbread.

This guy is not as handsome as Xiao Shanye, he is not as good at playing games, and he is not as good at singing as Xiao Shanye, and he is silent and wants to climb the wall to change people!

Silence is his little master's, playing a national competition, and silence actually provokes rotten peach blossoms?

The mountain was full of wine, and the mountain of flames in his heart erupted.

"You! Come over to the master! Mr. Shan pinched the soft pillow in one hand, stretched out his fingers menacingly, and poked his silent chest fiercely.

silently glanced at Mr. Shan who was sitting on the bed, the kid's face was flushed, his little yellow hair was slightly messy, his eyes were drunk and fierce, but it made people have an impulse...

Silence moved, and sat silently on the edge of the bed.

Emperor Shan sat in the futon, squinted his drunken eyes and looked at the silence, only to feel that the group of "silences" in front of him looked good-looking, and the more he looked at it, the more he had a sense of crisis.

Silence and he have been a "buddy" for four years, and finally achieved positive results, subconsciously, Mr. Shan will never give up his silence.

As soon as this idea came out, Mr. Shan's consciousness was instantly anesthetized by alcohol.

I am a mountain master in society, and people don't talk much.

It is precisely in times of crisis that we must revitalize our husbands.

Mr. Shan roughly pulled Silent Silence's wrist, pressed him into the futon, and gnawed on it heavily...