Ji Jiajia saw that something was wrong with him and kept looking in that direction, she followed his gaze and saw nothing!

She frowned and said, "Brother Xiao, what are you looking at?" As he spoke, he rubbed her chest against her arm.

Di Lingxiao Ning Mei pulled out her arm a little impatiently and turned to leave!

The other side......

Han Qingqian stared at the wine glass in his hand and looked at the two gloating guys with a resentful expression: "Can you stop drinking, I really can't drink it." ”

Tian Tian crossed his hands on his waist and pretended to be angry: "Hmph! No way! Must drink! As if remembering something, he said: "Brother Mo can't drink it for you!" ”

Han Qingqian, who just wanted to ask Feng Zimo for help, instantly drowned in the words, looked at her with a resentful face, and gritted his teeth: "Drink it!" She raised her glass and poured it down.

……

After the meal, Han Qingqian pulled Feng Zimo's arm a little drunk, and looked at him with confused eyes: "Brother Mo, I'm going back, you go on!" ”

After the words fell, Han Qingqian staggered to his feet and walked towards the door of the private room.

At this time, Di Lingxiao looked at the little woman who was changing her shoes with a calm face and fiery eyes.

Han Qingqian looked at the shoes in front of him, and when he was about to take them, he was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

She looked at the person in front of her and smiled stupidly, "Hehe, Brother Xiao~ You're back, I miss you so much!" As he spoke, he cried: "Woo ~ why! Where have you been? Why don't you come to me? Don't you want me anymore...... Woo~"

Hearing this, Di Lingxiao's heart shook violently, and she ...... She just called herself "Brother Xiao? "Someone who was still on fire just now was most of it extinguished in an instant.

He stared at the crying little woman with pear blossoms and rain in front of him, and he was inexplicably familiar when he heard her call him "Brother Xiao".

He had never looked at her carefully before, but now it seemed that this little woman was really good-looking...... Alluring the country and the city!

A small face is white and tender, a pair of big eyes are slightly squinted at this time, and the long eyelashes are like butterfly wings, and a pink and tender little mouth is pouted high. He leaned down and kissed the little mouth.

In the next second, Han Qingqian stopped crying, and as soon as his body went soft, he fell into his arms and fell asleep.

Emperor Lingxiao: "......"

"This damn woman! Dare to go out on a date with another man behind my back! Di Lingxiao looked at the sleeping little woman in his arms and gritted his teeth.

He bent down and picked her up and walked towards the master bedroom......

The next morning, Han Qingqian sat up holding his somewhat aching head.

"Hiss~ Alas, you must not drink again in the future, it hurts me to death!" Han Qingqian got up from the bed as he spoke, and his legs collapsed on the ground as soon as his feet were weak.

Suddenly, some images of a blushing face appeared in her mind, she covered her face, her cheeks were hot, suddenly she heard something coming from outside, she frowned and walked to the bedroom door and froze as soon as it opened.

At this time, Di Lingxiao slammed Ji Jiajia's wall on the wall, and his posture was ambiguous.

Han Qingqian only felt that her heart was being cut open by the dagger little by little, bloody, and painful that she couldn't breathe.

She wanted to go out and ask what they were doing, but was there any need to ask in this situation? The next second, she saw Ji Jiajia kissing Di Lingxiao's face, and Di Lingxiao was holding her waist with her right hand.

Han Qingqian pulled the corners of his mouth with a bitter smile, and couldn't help but shed tears.

She...... What exactly are you looking forward to? He is no longer the person who said he wanted to love her and spoil her for the rest of his life.

Now he has lived in someone else's heart, and he won't love himself and spoil himself.

No wonder he hates himself so much, and he doesn't like to see himself so much.

Everything is her own one-man show, a person's self-inflicted amorousness.