After singing, it was late at night, and the song was full of fun, and there was only a mess of leftover food scraps on the table, as well as wine bottles littered on the ground. Some people got up to say goodbye, and after the commotion, everyone showed fatigue, and it was time to go home in the night.

When Du Ou came back, only Leng Qinghe stayed in alone and a little drunk. Originally, she was going to take a taxi home with another girl, but the girl was sent away privately by Du Ou, and he told her that he would send her home.

The girl glanced at Du Ou timidly, and naturally understood what he meant, so she smiled strangely and said, "Okay, then I'll leave by myself, and Qinghe will be handed over to you."

Du Ou smiled and said: Don't worry.

Leng Qinghe knew that she was a little drunk, and she felt soft and weak all over, so she wanted the girl to send her, but she said: I'm sorry, I just received a call from my boyfriend, and he said that he had come to pick me up.

After saying that, he quickly walked away.

Leng Qinghe was a little disappointed, because among so many people, as long as she and herself were close to each other, and everyone else lived in all directions, she was embarrassed to let people take a detour to see her off.

Suddenly, Du Ou leaned into her ear and whispered, "I'll send you back." I'll pay for it first, and you'll wait for me here. ”

Leng Qinghe just closed her eyes and rested for a while, she felt a little spinning, and her temples were jumping hard. When she opened her eyes again, she was the only one left in the entire box. How could the box that was still lively and noisy just now suddenly leave so clean, and no one was left.

Even Du Ou doesn't know where he went?

Later, she thought, by the way, he said to pay for it.

She struggled to get up, but as soon as she stepped off the couch, her head felt as heavy as lead, and she couldn't help but cry out.

At this moment, suddenly a person supported her, and a soft voice asked, "What's wrong?" Dizzy? ”

Leng Qinghe took a closer look, it turned out to be Du Ou, he was supporting himself, and a pair of bright eyes were looking at himself hotly under the dark light.

Leng Qinghe barely sobered himself up, and then said, "Gone?" ”

Du Ou said, "Let's go." ”

On the sofa, Leng Qinghe finally found his handbag, and then the two of them walked out of the box, and the lights were bright outside. After staying in the dark box for so long, Leng Qinghe suddenly felt very dazzling. She walked very slowly, and although she tried to go faster, she staggered a little and did not listen to the call.

Finally went downstairs, she felt that she seemed to be much more sober, so she shook off Du Ou's hand and said, "Don't help me, I'm much better." ”

Du Ou looked at her, smiled, and said, "You will be drunk with this little wine." ”

Leng Qinghe was a little embarrassed, feeling that her cheeks were hot, but her whole body was trembling a little. On this spring night, the night is as cool as water. It's late at night now, and there's a chill in this chill for no reason. The chill invades the bones.

But the city didn't seem to want to sleep, and the gorgeous lights flickered in the distance.

"I don't drink. Who told you to pour me so much wine? ”

Du Ou smiled and said, "That's also called wine?" It's just a drink mixed with some alcohol. Who knew you couldn't drink so much? I drank I don't know how much more than you, you see, it's fine at all. ”

"You can drink, I won't." Leng Qinghe argued unrelentingly.

"Okay, okay, I'm not supposed to pour you those alcoholic drinks."

Leng Qinghe almost couldn't remember how much she drank, anyway, she just thought it tasted good, very exciting, a little spicy in the mouth, but not choking, the taste was sweet, and the fragrance of various fruits made her drink cup after cup.

She had never drunk such a good drink. She didn't like wine before, because her father's wine was so spicy and bitter. She didn't understand why so many people liked to drink, but it didn't taste good at all. But tonight she finally realized what it means to drink without getting drunk, but drunk with yourself.

A taxi stopped, Du Ou opened the door, let Leng Qinghe sit in first, and then jumped up himself. Du Ou asked Leng Qinghe where he lived, Leng Qinghe reported an address, and the driver just indifferently glanced at the pair of men and women from the rearview mirror, and without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator.

Maybe the windows in the car were not completely closed, and as soon as the car moved, a wisp of wind blew in through the cracks. However, it was very warm in the carriage, and the breeze made Leng Qinghe feel very comfortable. She was a little disgusting, but gradually calmed down the churning in her stomach.

Her head rested on the mat of the car, her eyes closed, and her mind was chaotic as if there were countless flies flying around there, and she was driving the G-8 summit.

After a while, she suddenly felt a hand gently pull her towards her, and then let her head rest on his shoulder.

I heard Du Ou say in his ear, "What's wrong?" Still not feeling well? ”

Leng Qinghe felt that her whole body was crispy, although she wanted to sit up straight and sit upright, but she was a little powerless, and she leaned up softly unconsciously.

Du Ou's head was very close to her, and she could clearly feel the heat on his body, the breath exhaled from his mouth. He had a magnetic voice, and what did he say to her? She didn't hear clearly, so murmuring, so sweet, she felt like she was falling in the clouds. That kind of gentleness and comfort can make her completely forget everything, and just want to immerse herself in the deceitful gentleness here.

Cars whizz through the night.

Leng Qinghe closed her eyes, she didn't want to wake up, and she didn't want the car to stop, she just hoped that the car could continue like this, like this......

Suddenly, she felt Du Ou's cold lips come up......

Her last bit of sobriety warned herself that she should push him away at all costs, but this was nothing more than deceiving herself, where did she have any strength and determination, she was actually half-pushing and half-pandering to him......

He whispered, "Okay?" Don't you like me? His slightly panting voice made her fall into a dream together.

Leng Qinghe couldn't mutter, she couldn't tell whether she liked him or not, she always thought that she hated him, because all the girls in the office said that he was not good, that he was a flowery man. She thinks so, too. But at the moment, she herself is wandering.

He whispered again, "I know, you like me too, don't you?" ”

Leng Qinghe asked himself infinitely entangled and contradictory in his heart: What is wrong with me?

The relationship between the diving bird and the cold lotus suddenly cooled. The diving bird was aware of it, but it didn't pay attention to it. He is more familiar with the hot and cold of girls.