On the pink leather sofa, in the huge room, the girl's small mass was curled up on it, her head nestled against the cushions, her brows still tightly furrowed.

The light was dim, and the street lights outside were already lit one by one.

Bian Jichen's long legs passed through various obstacles on the ground.

He finally found the button to turn on the light.

With a snap, the lights turned on, and he turned into a warm light.

Others walked up to her.

He took the honey water and looked down at her condescendingly.

His eyes were uncertain, he sat on the edge of the sofa first, and soon found the remote control of the air conditioner on the transparent coffee table, he reached out to pick it up, and turned on the air conditioner.

Twenty-four degrees open.

He turned his head, looked at her, and called her.

Ignored.

Finally, he patted her face with his cold hand, "Ginger Cha Cha, wake up." ”

She sighed, woke up, opened her eyes, and looked at him in a daze.

With a blank face, he handed the cup to her, "Drink it yourself." ”

Seeing Jiang Chacha's serious expression and unable to translate his words.

Bian Jichen: ......

He grabbed Jiang Cha Cha and sat her on the sofa, then personally handed the glass to her mouth, fed her, and watched her drink it with his own eyes.

It was difficult for him to have so much patience, not even in front of a child.

The woman in front of her smelled the sweetness, so she obediently asked him to feed it, drinking honey water little by little.

She lowered her eyes, and at this time she was as clean as if she had no scheming at all.

He was in a trance.

It would be nice if she was as innocent as she was when she was drunk.

Then he shouldn't hate her either.

You might like her, and you might treat her like a sister.

When she was quiet, she was very pleasing, like a sister next door. Her fragile appearance after being drunk has taken away her usually arrogant minions, and as long as she looks at people with wet eyes, people can't help but feel a little pity for her.

However, Bian Jichen really couldn't imagine that her home would be like this.

I didn't turn on the lights just now, but it looks fine.

Now as soon as the lights come on, the environment in the room is suddenly exposed.

It's not as messy as the room rented by a homeless man, in fact, everything is clean and there is no dust on the floor. It's just that the order of placement is too messy, too many and miscellaneous, so when you look at it, you feel very messy and messy.

Bian Jichen didn't know how many days he hadn't cleaned up.

Seeing that she was still obediently drinking honey water, Bian Jichen raised his hand a little sour, his face did not change, but asked calmly: "Ginger Chacha." ”

This time she could tell he was calling her name.

She looked at him.

"Where's your babysitter?"

The vice president in his impression is the most squeamish woman he has ever seen in his life. I heard that there are more than a dozen chefs of different cuisines waiting at home, and they take turns to cook for her according to her mood.

Every time every luxury brand is new, it is delivered to her home in cars and boxes.

He once thought to himself, if it wasn't for the hard enough family foundation, how many men would be able to support her?

"Babysitter?" She put her chin on her hand and thought about the question seriously, and when he felt hopeful, she shook her head again, "I don't know. ”

“……”

She is so squeamish, Bian Jichen really doesn't know, how did she survive alone without a nanny?

Won't you really starve to death?

Is she a cultivator? Do you live on air and dew every day?

After patiently waiting for her to finish, she shrank back into the couch, as if she couldn't lie here.

Bian Jichen put down the cup and looked at the environment here with a frown, such a chaotic environment, it seemed to stimulate his nerves and challenge his bottom line when he looked at it more.

He couldn't hold back, he bent down and cleaned up with a dark face.

But this is a large flat floor, and he is already very tired just by tidying up the living room.

I glanced at my phone, and it was almost eight o'clock.

He didn't understand why he was wasting time on her.

Before leaving, seeing her huddled there alone, he found a thin blanket in the living room.

Gently covering her with the blanket, Bian Jichen bent over and looked at her with indifferent eyes.

Without the sound of him cleaning up, the living room returned to a panicked tranquility.

I thought that with a cocktail, she might be sober soon.

But no, her face was still an ambiguous pink, and the corners of her eyes were a little red.

Although her consciousness was very vague, she also seemed to realize that he was about to leave now, and stretched out a snow-white and soft little hand from the sofa, and when she grabbed his pants tightly, she also felt that she had no strength, as if he could easily brush it away.

Her head moved, she turned over, and her eyes full of wet mist looked at him through the fog.

It's so quiet, there's no sound at all.

The only thing is the heartbeat of his own heartbeat, which is very noisy and deafening, so noisy that he is afraid that others will hear it.

Like the lack of oxygen in the brain, the lack of blood supply, he doesn't even know what it is.

The momentary confusion is like numbness, and doing things is without the brain.

All he remembered was that he put his hands on the couch, bent down, and kissed her in a hurry, and then he fled in a hurry.

He tried to think about the slightly cool touch on the sofa under his fingers, not her lips, her body fragrance, her defenseless and slightly red eyes.

Got into the car, and Uncle Chen, who was in front, was talking while driving.

The night is getting darker.

He seemed to hear what he said, what he said, but he didn't seem to hear it, and he couldn't even remember what he had perfunctorily replied to.

This despicable kiss must not be known to her.

The heavy night outside the car window, after looking at it for a long time, people's emotions seem to be slowly smoothed out, without edges and corners, and become obedient, as if they can be forgotten in a corner of their hearts.

Bian Jichen's eyes were like this night, dull, dark, and bottomless, all chaotic together.

Can't say why he's been so nice to her tonight.

He had a hint of luck.

She was drunk, and naturally she couldn't remember what he had done tonight.

Then, as long as he doesn't mention it and doesn't admit it, the person who carries her home, feeds her honey water, and cleans up the living room for her can not be him.

And that kiss doesn't exist.

On a summer night.