"What I was going to give before, you're leaving."

Shang Yu's understated voice sounded in Ye Mang's ears. Thinking back to what he did at the time, and thinking of Shang Ji's angry appearance, everything has a perfect explanation.

Only then did she notice that there were several inconspicuous scratches on the man's hands, some of which were even oozing blood.

Shang Ji's character, she can't understand it best, she says one point on her lips, and does ten points on her hands.

He said it so lightly, but the truth is definitely not so simple. And he lost his temper at him willfully. After he anxiously searched for himself.

Ye Manmu has a characteristic, that is, once his heart is weak, he wants to find something as a cover.

And at this moment, there was only a glass of red wine left by her side, so her head was hot and she couldn't calm down, so she poured it into her mouth without looking, and Shang Ji couldn't stop it.

The difference in the amount of alcohol in the leaves is well known. So the merchant never allowed her to drink, and when Shang Ji arranged it, he just wanted to create an atmosphere, and he didn't expect this person to pour it in one gulp.

Sighing helplessly, he hurriedly walked to Ye Mangman's side on the table.

Sure enough, after a while, the woman began to talk nonsense.

"Hee-hee-hee, little brother, who are you? It's so pretty! ”

The drunk Ye was boundless, and his whole face was red. His eyes looked at Shang Ji without blinking, he was full of light, his thick and slender eyelashes, and he blinked occasionally, as if he was touching the tip of a person's heart. The little mouth was red and slightly open, like a little angel.

However, the behavior of the "little angel" is not angelic at all, and can even be said to be a hooligan.

I saw Ye Mangmao laughing hehe, and at the same time he suddenly stretched out his hand to Shang Ji's face and groped, and then transferred it to his chin with lightning speed, and nodded lightly, making a full teasing momentum.

Such a lively and active Ye is boundless, Shang Ji has not seen it for a long time. For a while, I couldn't help but be a little stunned, and I accidentally let her succeed.

"Get up." Shang Ji, who was "molested", finally blackened his face and said very impatiently. Although her expression was impatient, the strength of her hand to support her was not relaxed at all.

In normal times, Ye Mangmang must have obediently gotten up and stayed away from him when he heard it, but now Ye Mangmang, not even at all, not only did he not listen, but he became even more intensified, and his other hands were unrelentingly entangled, bypassing Shang Ji's neck, and dragging him to him violently.

In order to take care of Ye Mangman, Shang Ji bent over very aggrievedly, bent his legs, and relied on twelve points of concentration to stabilize his center of gravity.

What's even worse is that Ye Mang, a little drunkard, has nothing to stabilize his center of gravity at all, and as soon as he was pressed by a man of such a large size as Shang Ji, he fell to the ground with his head down.

And Shang Ji was naturally not spared, and was pulled to the ground.

Luckily, the floor was carpeted.

Shang Ji thought through gritted teeth. In order not to hold down a little bastard, he deliberately used his arm to support his body when he fell, and now his entire arm is in pain like a fracture.

After gritting his teeth and enduring such a pain, he struggled to get up, trying to get up.

However, the little bastard at the bottom began to make trouble again.

"Woo woo, why is he so nasty! He's still murdering me! He is ambiguous with other women, and he doesn't care what I do! Woo woo, go find his fiancée! ”

I don't know what stimulated Ye Mangmu again, she began to cry unrelentingly, like a naughty child asking for candy, grabbing Shang Ji's collar with both hands, so that he couldn't move.

"He? Who? "Who is so bold to provoke you even if you have a fiancée?

Shang Ji's face darkened instantly, and he couldn't care about the crumpled collar that was scratched by the little bastard. The eyes are like eagles staring at their prey, and the emotions rolling inside are extremely dangerous.

I'm afraid that if Ye Mang's answer is a little careless, he will eat it and wipe it clean.

"Woo woo woo, he's who he is! Who else could there be! You say he can't go too far! Woo woo, I don't want to be with him anymore! ”

However, Ye Mang, who was drunk into mud, obviously did not realize his dangerous situation.

cried relentlessly, and in a natural tone, it seemed that he felt that Shang Ji's problem was very mentally retarded, and he talked a lot, but in the end he didn't explain it clearly, but it further aroused Shang Ji's anger.

"Together?"

Who the hell is so bold as to reach out to himself?

"yes, together. We're together now. Isn't that right? Where am I? I should be with him! ”

Ye Mang was crying and laughing, delirious, and when he heard Shang Ji's words, he said a lot of nonsense.

"Who am I?" At this moment, Shang Jian finally realized that something was wrong. asked patiently.

"Handsome little brother, hehehe." Ye replied in seconds.

"Who are you?" Shang Ji asked again.

"Me? Am I who I am? No, who am I?! Ye's blank expression began to be confused, scratching his ears and cheeks, looking crazy.

Well, Shang Ji knew that there was no information that could be extracted from Ye Mang's mouth. He sighed softly, and looked helplessly at the silly little girl in his arms.

After waiting for a while, getting up, and just about to carry the person who had finally quieted down to the bedroom, Ye Mangmu suddenly spoke again.

"Shang Ji, Shang Ji." Because of the posture problem, Ye Mang's mouth was almost close to Shang Ji's ear, so this kind of whispering suddenly entered his ear. And between breaths, the air exhaled by Ye Mang also swept on his earlobe, warm and warm.

Shang Ji's body almost stiffened, and not only because he heard his name from the woman's mouth.

And at this moment, another faint voice sounded in his ears.

"No, don't, Tang Wan." Ye's voice seemed to have a little crying, and it sounded like a plea in his ear.

"Okay." Shang Ji replied silently.

"I, I'm better, I'm better than her!" This voice, with a sense of arrogance, was the long-lost confidence that Shang Jian heard.

"You'd be the best."

Turning the woman's body sideways, Shang Jian quietly looked at Ye Mang, who was not very sober, his red face was a familiar taste of innocence, the eyes that could seduce people were tightly closed at this time, and a small mouth was very ruddy, as tempting as a delicious jelly.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, Shang Ji said in a deep voice as if coping, and as if he had sworn an oath.

The night was dark, and this short tone word was very clear in the silence.