If it was a little girl who had not been in the air, she would definitely be teased by his sexy appearance, but fortunately, she was now an old aunt in her thirties, who had never experienced anything, and calmly quipped: "He is a soldier, and his self-control is not comparable to ordinary people." ”

Pan Sheng didn't see her shyness and helplessness, and hummed in a little frustration, "I know, I am the ordinary person in your mind." ”

When my heart is warm, I smile, and I am very heartless.

Pan Sheng saw her smile and smiled happily.

This smile seems to have laughed away all the unpleasantness and embarrassment at the beginning.

She and Mo Qingcheng stored wine here, and after the waiter brought it up, he opened it.

Pan Sheng took the wine bottle, waved his hand to let the waiter go down, got up, poured a glass for Xin'an, and then poured himself a glass as well.

He raised his glass and raised his thin lips lightly, "There may be some schadenfreude in that, but I'm glad to know that you're not my own cousin." ”

"Well," Xinnuan took a sip of the wine glass, the mellow and crisp taste exploded in his mouth, very refreshing, "But you can't think about it, I only have Qingcheng in my heart." ”

"It is always better to have a little thought than to have no thought at all. After all, God is kind to me. He drank it all and poured himself another glass.

He is no longer the stunned young man he was at the beginning, he has become more stable and mature, he naturally knows what he wants, and he also clearly knows her situation and thoughts.

I like him like this energy, as if there is nothing in this world and no one to knock him down. No matter how unfair he suffered, he turned those ordeals into a brilliant firework.

"Maybe it's just gratitude? You're just confusing the two feelings, and you'll know when you meet the right person. Besides, it was my mother's idea at the beginning, how could I possibly take out so much money. If you want to say thank you, you should be most grateful to her. ”

"Little aunt is a kind person," Pan Sheng thought of Pan Yue, who had liked him and cared for him since he was a child, and his voice couldn't help but soften a little, "It's a pity that too kind people always have a bad life in this cruel world, too tired, too difficult." ”

"That's why you chose to be a bad guy?"

"How good the bad guys are, they can do whatever they want, and they can leave nothing to chance."

"It's the same," Xin Nuan finished his drink, reached for the bottle on the table and poured himself another glass, "bad people are always a little better." ”

In fact, Xinnuan overestimated the amount of alcohol she had, obviously, her reputation as an alcoholic did not come back with her, and after drinking two glasses, she was dizzy and couldn't help herself.

Everything in front of her was shaking, shaking, and Pan Sheng's face gradually blurred in her vision, and then became more and more blurred.

It feels good to be drunk, fluttering, with inexplicable excitement, and all the worries are gone.

She thought, holding the glass and drinking it up, looking at the empty glass, frowning, and muttering quietly, "No." As he spoke, he reached for the bottle, but the whole person was planted on the table.

She was drunk, completely drunk.

Pan Sheng looked at her, took a sip of the wine in the wine glass, and then got up, walked to her side, and slowly squatted down, looking at her red face wrapped in black hair.

Her lips are also red, her long eyelashes are curled and thick, and her whole person is like a sleeping kitten, soft and cute.

His heart warmed, and his fingers stretched out involuntarily, wanting to touch her delicate skin, but desperately restraining to retract it.