It was not until after twelve o'clock in the evening that they dispersed, and everyone praised the boss.

Song Ziming didn't drink, but Bai Manyun was poured a lot of wine.

Because of the traffic light, the car stopped and stopped, and she was about to vomit, "I want to vomit, pull over." ”

may be distressed that his car was spared, and Song Ziming parked in time.

She spit at the trash can, and Song Ziming patted her back with a disgusted face, "If you can't drink it, you won't drink it, it's true." ”

He had already prepared water and handed it to Manyun, as well as mouthwash.

After vomiting, he felt comfortable, and Manyun stood up, "You're quite well prepared." ”

They were on the edge of the Xijiang River, the largest in Rongcheng, and Manyun walked over and propped himself on the railing with one hand, "I haven't seen this Xijiang in Rongcheng for so many years." ”

The water of the Xijiang River is very deep, you can't see the end, and the Rongcheng is divided into two sides, and there is a street lamp at intervals around, and there are small couples everywhere.

Seeing that the wind was blowing her hair up, Song Ziming reached out to help her clip her hair behind her ear, "Whenever it's there, you have time to see it." ”

Man Yun leaned his back against the railing, propped his hands on it, looked at him and said, "Song...... Song Ziming, I said, you let me be your girlfriend, in addition to Erte needs hot attention, are there any other plans? ”

It turned out that she knew everything, but how could she not understand? I can't figure out this little thing, and I can't mix it up to today.

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and looked at Manyun through the smoke, "Because I like you." ”

The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually froze, "I'm serious. ”

Song Ziming glanced at her and put out the cigarette in the trash can, "What?" Don't believe me?"

Bai Manyun didn't say that he believed it, nor did he say that he didn't believe it, but just sneered at the bottom.

The moment she lifted it, she greeted Song Ziming's warm lips, and her eyes widened, wanting to push him away.

Originally, there was a huge disparity in the strength of men and women, and she also drank alcohol, so she could only let Song Ziming wreak havoc. From shallow to deep, Manyun's face was flushed, and he wanted to raise his foot to kick him, but he was easily intercepted.

"You want to ruin the sexual happiness of the rest of your life." Song Ziming let go of her, his hand sliding over her shoulder.

"Hmph." She wiped her lips vigorously with her sleeve, "You're quite experienced, and you're so fast defending, it's not the first time you've been kicked, right?" ”

Song Ziming was laughing, and suddenly became very stiff.

Bai Manyun bypassed him and prepared to get into the car.

But he was hugged from behind, unable to move, and said, "Bai Manyun, let's be together." ”

It's rare that he would use a consultative tone, and he was actually asking for her consent, "What do you mean?" Manyun asked.

"It's just a normal relationship between men and women, I like you and want to be with you." He leaned on her shoulder, his voice low and melodious like a cello.

The word liking was a luxury for adults, and she hadn't heard it in years.

"Song Ziming, are you serious?"

"Hmm."

"Reason."

"If you don't like a talent, you need a reason, and there is no reason to like it."

She remembered that Zhou Zeyu said something similar: What reason do I need to be good to you?

The past and the present overlapped, mixed with alcohol, tears rolled down without warning, she wrenched his hand away, "Song Ziming, it's better for us to have a cooperative relationship." Mr. Song is charming, it's better to go to those little girls. ”

Song Ziming stepped in front of her in two steps and looked into her eyes, "Bai Manyun, you are afraid." ”

"Don't use the agitation method less, not interested."

"You still like Zhou Zeyu, right?" Song Ziming looked at her provocatively.

Bai Manyun seemed to be frozen, staring at him fiercely. Then he hooked his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him, trying to prove that what he had just said was wrong.

Song Ziming chuckled and hugged her.

See if she dares to mention any people and dogs, but this time she took the initiative.

It may be that the wine is too intoxicating, or it may be that the wind in Xijiang is too strong. Everything is moving in the direction of getting out of control, there is no way to avoid it, and we are on the road arranged by fate.