When he came over just now, Liu Song directly asked the bartender to send many cocktails, and the appearance of each glass was very high.

Qu Rao is a person who is the supreme in appearance, and she has drunk several cups in succession, and she thinks it is good.

She is the kind of person who is easier to drink, and after a while, her little face is flushed, and her eyes are watery, as if they are through the mist.

The director and editor were talking lively, and suddenly there was a bang, and Qu Rao lay on the table.

The empty glass in her hand had already gurgled under the table.

Several people looked at each other.

Qu Rao's body also involuntarily slid towards the edge of the table, and the director was thinking about whether to hold on.

Just between these thoughts, Feng Lang had already helped Qu Rao.

Qu Rao's body also fell into Feng Lang's arms, she seemed to have found a sustenance, even if she was drunk, she stretched out her hands and wrapped them around Feng Lang's neck.

There was a slight sweetness of wine, and it just jumped under the windy snort without any defense.

"I ...... Send her back first. ”

Feng Lang helped Qu Rao up, and after the director and screenwriter were slightly stunned, they also nodded and watched them leave.

"Didn't Feng Lang hate Qu Rao before?"

The director looked at their backs and asked curiously.

The bar is at the back of the hotel where they are staying, through a small alley.

The alley was a little dark and cramped, and it was a little difficult for the two to walk side by side.

"Are you feeling better?"

Feng Lang let go of Qu Rao and let her lean against the wall.

"Hmm-"

Qu Rao leaned against the wall, blindfolded, tilting her head to look at Feng Lang.

"Won't you just break up? As for this? ”

Feng Lang frowned, and between his handsome eyebrows, there was some cold color.

Especially thinking that Qu Rao's drunken attitude today was for the sake of that man, and his heart was depressed for a while.

"Huh?"

Qu Rao was groggy and vaguely heard Fenglang's words clearly.

She was drunk because of Wei Yize??

Feng Lang saw that her body was swaying, and she was about to fall to the side in the next second, so he hurriedly reached out to help her.

Qu Raorou. Soft body, crashing into his body.

Solid. Hard and soft. Soft, unexpectedly rubbing out some sparks.

Feng Lang's heart was beating very loudly, bang, bang-

"Hmm—what's the noise, so noisy?"

Qu Rao's ears just happened to be attached to Feng Lang's chest. Former.

The heaving of his chest, the thunderous sound, was very clear.

was caught by a positive one, and in an instant, Fenglang's face darkened.

directly pushed Qu Rao out, quite a bit of a desire to cover up.

Qu Rao was slammed into the wall with a thudding sound.

"It hurts—"

Qu Rao covered her head with her hands, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at him aggrievedly.

Seeing her like this, Feng Lang stretched out his hand again and pulled her up.

"I'm sorry, does it still hurt?"

Feng Lang saw her hand and kept touching her head, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Qu Rao didn't speak, her flickering apricot eyes contained the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, and her gaze had been glued to her thin lips, leisurely and blurry.

"What kind of wine did you drink at night?"

Qu Rao suddenly asked.

“Black Velvet。”

Although he didn't know why she asked, Feng Lang still answered.

"Black velvet! I didn't drink this today! ”

A hint of surprise flashed on Qu Rao's face, she was on tiptoe, her hands wrapped around Feng Lang's neck, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol sprayed on his face.

"I'd like to try it."