It was the first time he had seen anyone drunk with a low-strength cocktail.

What now?

Bian Jichen frowned, now in a dilemma, his hand did not dare to touch the other places of ginger chacha at all.

The air conditioning in the store was turned on sufficiently, and he didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but even through the uniform clothes, he felt that her body was a little hot.

Jiang Chacha knew that he was at a loss, looked at his face cautiously, and whispered: "Classmate Bian, what should I do, my body has no strength at all now......"

Now if she is asked to go down and walk a few steps, she will feel weak and her legs will not be able to support her.

Bian Jichen was silent, his hand passed over her and put down the wine glass.

At this time, the clerk stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

The other person was cold, and his voice was cold, "Why do you put cocktails here?" ”

It's true that the staff is not thoughtful, and the usual customers like to drink cocktails, and they will try their best to meet the needs of the customers, but considering their student dress, naturally they can't drink.

However, it is also a very low-alcohol cocktail.

I just didn't expect this young lady to be so sensitive to alcohol......

The situation was so serious that the store manager came over.

Jiang Chacha hurriedly shook his hand, "Don't be nervous, blame me, you should have smelled alcohol in the morning......"

Bian Jichen was on the side, his face uncertain.

He looked at his watch, "Are you done picking?" It's time for us to go back. ”

After the clerk apologized, he took the two pairs of high heels and asked cautiously, "I don't know which pair this young lady has a crush?" ”

Bian Jichen looked at Jiang Chacha.

The corners of her eyes were red, and she was still confused.

Bian Jichen suddenly felt a headache.

He looked at the high heels that the two clerks were holding in their hands.

I remembered that she was standing in front of the counter just now, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, biting her lower lip, and her eyes lingering between the two pairs of shoes, as if she liked them very much.

She already has a phobia of choice. Now when you're drunk, don't count on her.

I saw that the clerk was still looking at him.

Thinking of her expression that was difficult to cut her love just now, Bian Jichen said lightly: "Wrap up both pairs." ”

Then there's another question.

She couldn't walk, her consciousness became more and more blurred, and her eyes looked like she was mentally retarded and not very sober.

Bian Jichen had already stood up, and he watched her fall on the sofa like a lump of mud.

He took out his mobile phone and planned to ask Uncle Chen to come and carry her away, or help her away.

However, as soon as the phone screen lit up, it quickly went black.

The light in Bian Jichen's eyes was thin and cold.

Uncle Chen is a servant and a middle-aged man, she is a thousand gold lady, let him hold her, this is really not suitable.

The clerk had already carefully packed both pairs of shoes and handed over the handbags.

Bian Jichen took it, looked back, and saw Jiang Chacha still looking at him with a slight red eye.

His cold heart was touched, like ice cream, quietly melting a small piece.

He pressed his brow with one hand.

Never mind.

In the evening, at this point in time, there are a lot of people in the mall.

Walking on the road, when carrying ginger tea, there are always many passers-by who frequently cast their eyes.

There is no other reason, the main reason is that the two of them are too much like they came out of idol dramas, and they are extremely conspicuous.

The two of them wore the uniforms of the Holy Sakura Noble School, and they were of extraordinary origin at first glance. What's more, the appearance of the two is also very outstanding.

I saw a young man with indifferent eyebrows and eyes holding a luxury handbag in his hand, more than one meter eight tall, but he bent his upper body slightly, afraid that the girl on his back would fall off, and from time to time he turned his eyes sideways to check her expression.

His facial features seem to be sharpened, the lines are neat and distinct, and he has a handsome face that looks very noble, but his temperament is alienated, like the flower of Kaolin described in it.

And the girl on his back is simply the heroine of youth literature.

Can't find fault with his facial features, long curly hair, delicate like a doll, his skin can be blown and broken, lying on him with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, too quiet, giving people a feeling of a good girl.

He was so light that he barely felt anything when he held her.

It's just that there is something soft on his back that weighs on him and sinks a little.

As he walked, the girl drooped down and her skirt swayed, brushing his arms from time to time, strange and itchy.

Even though he hated physical contact with her, it was an irrefutable fact that her two slender snow-white legs rested on his arms.

She didn't know how much body lotion she had to rub every day, how many times she had to go to the beauty salon every month to maintain her skin so well, her legs were so soft, very slippery, so delicate and smooth that he was afraid that he couldn't carry her.

I don't know what kind of perfume he sprayed, but he was hovering with the scent of her in his nose at this time.

His face was expressionless, he held his mind steady, and tried not to get irritable as he went.

She is not heavy and carries it easily.

It's just that it's too eye-catching all the way.

Bian Jichen saw one or two passers-by secretly holding their mobile phones, and patted them excitedly.

He frowned, not bothering to bother with them.

His mind was now all on the woman on his back.

She had been silent for a few minutes......

Even if Bian Jichen is carrying such a big living person as her, his face is as usual, he is unhurried and walks gracefully, every scene is like a picture in an idol drama.

His chin was slightly tilted, and his eyes were slightly cold.

He wanted to see if she was still alive.

"Vice President."

No, it didn't.

The woman on her back was still quiet.

He never thought she would have such a quiet time.

Bian Jichen continued to walk, he looked up, looked at the guide sign of the mall, and looked for the direction of the elevator.

He could still hear her breathing, like a domestic kitten.

This time, he called her name.

"Ginger tea tea."

The head buried in his shoulder finally moved.

She sighed "hmm" and said, "I still don't have the strength to ......"

She looked around her.

"How did we get out?"

Bian Jichen didn't have a good tone, "What do you say?" ”

Jiang Chacha tried to move on him, but in the end her limbs were weak, so she simply gave up, and she resigned herself to lying her head back on his shoulder, "Where are my shoes?" ”

Obviously drunk like this, he still remembers the shoes he owes her.

Her person was lying on top of him, looking extremely petite, and even the voice was small, like a glutinous sugar mist.

Hearing her voice, my dry throat felt like I had tasted a strawberry-sweet cocktail.

Bian Jichen's throat rolled.

When she was lying on her shoulder, she opened her eyes and saw him.

So he could feel her eyes right next to his face, beautiful eyeballs, long eyelashes that seemed to touch his face with a fan.

His face was still cold, and he wouldn't give her a good look because of her fragile appearance after drinking. His voice was cold and stiff, "Didn't buy it." ”

(End of chapter)