When she heard this, a dissatisfied little expression of grievance immediately appeared on her face.

She tossed around on him, and finally managed to see the two tote bags he was carrying in his left hand. She snorted lightly, as if she was coquettish, and she looked at him funny, "Classmate Bian, you lied to me." ”

His face was pale, and he ignored it.

He knew better than anyone else that she had a bad temper that blew up at the slightest bit.

She doesn't have the connotation and book aroma of the daughter of a family, and her personality is not ladylike, and she has the bad temper of those wealthy daughters, accounting for nine out of ten.

If he has any thunder point, she will come and step on it.

If he hadn't bought her high heels, she didn't know how she would have lost her temper.

He carried her like this.

When she was buried in his shoulder, her long hair slipped down like this, and several strands brushed his arms from time to time, as if wrapped around his body, trying to take root.

She was quiet again.

His dark eyes were like a quiet lake, and a bright moon fell into them.

He pressed the floor button and walked into the elevator.

Uncle Chen stood next to the car and just gave his daughter a red envelope to reward her for studying hard.

Not long after sending the message, I raised my eyes and my young master walked over with his legs raised.

The lights in the underground parking lot are much dimmer, and most of the people are in dark shadows. When he looked over, because he was carrying a big living person on his back, the young man's white shirt had dark sharp folds, and his expression was very light, and in the dim light, his eyes became more and more dark and dark.

And on him, it was Miss Jiang who was on his back!

Jiang Cha Cha's face was slightly red, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

He didn't hear at all, but his face was patient.

"Young Master...... "Uncle Chen is so curious."

But after looking at his young master's expression, he knew that it was not easy to ask, so he simply shut up.

He immediately opened the door for them.

Not to mention gently, he put Jiang Chacha in, closed the car door, and Bian Jichen also got into the car.

The car went dark in an instant.

Uncle Chen hadn't turned on the lights in the car yet.

So under this light, her skin is even more white, her face is like a layer of gentle smoke, pink, red, and the corners of her eyes are also a little red. Under the volatilization of weak breathing alcohol, it is like a set of low-resolution photos, shrouded in a sense of atmosphere.

And she fell softly on the saddle, her slightly wet eyes looking at him intently.

Bian Jichen said coldly: "Don't sleep?" ”

Her consciousness was still a little slow, and she slowed down for a few seconds before refuting his words, as if she was picking out words, and she had to read word by word: "I didn't fall asleep just now." ”

The space in the car was closed, and as soon as she spoke, Bian Jichen instantly smelled the sweet smell of alcohol.

There is no smell of alcohol on the drunkard's body, it doesn't smell bad, it's still sweet and greasy, but Bian Jichen is afraid that he will smell too much and his brain will not be sober, and he is afraid of getting drunk.

He reached out and rolled down the window a little.

The moment the two spoke, the car had already driven out of the underground parking lot.

It was already evening, the sky was blue and foggy, and night was falling.

The cool breeze of the night also blew on Jiang Cha Cha's hot face, she squinted, and the person was talking like an alcoholic, "Why open the window." ”

"Sober you up."

“……”

Seeing that she was still delirious, Bian Jichen opened the window wider.

Sitting in the car, she was still chattering at first, but as the traffic on the road gradually increased, her voice gradually became quieter until it was completely gone.

Bian Jichen looked sideways at her.

Looking out of her car window, she could see that the sky was not yet completely dark, and the cracks were torn near the horizon, leaking out a little orange skylight, like a half-cooked flowing egg, leaking a little yellow and clear egg yolk.

And her head was tilted, leaning against the window, her arms slightly bent, and she hugged herself, as if she had fallen asleep.

It was as if her body was about to sink into the night, engulfed in the night.

A small lump, still smirking at him when he spoke just now, but when he fell asleep, his eyebrows were frowning tightly.

It's like there's no sense of security.

It seems that only when night falls, she will hide in a corner, exposing her loneliness and vulnerability, and usually she is tightly covered, with spikes all over her body, and she doesn't want others to spy on her vulnerability.

Bian Jichen watched quietly.

He couldn't figure out what kind of mentality he had towards her.

gradually became more and more unable to see through her as a person.

The previous resentment and hatred don't seem to be too important.

Even though the wind blew in and diluted the smell in the car, he walked with her on his back just now, and his clothes were still stained with the smell of her body, and he didn't know how to dilute it.

The smell of perfume, alcohol, and sweetness.

Irritable, he simply looked at the scenery outside the window to pass the time.

After getting off the highway, he still had Qiuhuating's house, although he didn't live in it, he was still the owner here, and the car naturally drove into the community.

Bian Jichen got out of the car, looked at the ginger tea that had woken up in the car and was looking at him in a daze, and fell into deep thought.

For a few seconds, he really wanted to leave her on the side of the road, not caring if she lived or died.

When she saw him, she didn't think about it, and directly and consciously stretched out her hand and asked him to carry her.

Very well-behaved, and a little vexatious.

Bian Jichen had a cold face.

He really owes her.

I haven't been back for a month, and the furniture has been moved, and if I can't move it, I simply threw it here.

Bian Jichen looked coldly, carried ginger tea on his back, entered the familiar building, and entered the elevator.

The elevator number stopped at 12.

In Qiuhuating, they live in large flats.

When he came to Jiang Chacha's door, the woman on his body did not move, and Bian Jichen endured it, "Wake up." What is your home password? ”

"Password, I don't know, maybe it's my birthday."

"What's your birthday?"

"......" She stopped squeaking and probably fell asleep again.

Bian Jichen: ......

It seems that a drunk person cannot be expected.

In desperation, he could only endure the psychological discomfort, bend over slightly, let her slowly slide off her body, and then hold her in his arms.

He really didn't want to hug her in this way.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes, held her thumb, and directly unlocked it with his fingerprint.

The door finally opened.

Even though the two were neighbors before, he never came to visit.

He carried her in his handbag and walked into her house with her in his arms.

He wanted to throw her on the couch callously.

But after years of cultivation, he couldn't do it.

He had no choice but to bend over and lay her flat on the couch with a bleak expression.

Her little petite mass quickly sank into the pink two-seater.

Bian Jichen put the two luxury handbags on the ground and looked at her again.

She didn't know if she was really awake, her eyes were slightly open, under the thick black eyelashes, her eyes seemed to be wrapped in a wet mist, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red, slightly drunk. The man breathed shallowly, his lips were red, and he was as ambiguous as if he had just kissed him.

It may be that the air conditioning is not turned on indoors.

Bian Jichen suddenly felt that the temperature had risen, the air was drier, and the sweet smell of alcohol lingering in front of his nose made his throat dry terribly.

Thank you for the tip, thank you for the ticket.

(End of chapter)