In front of him was Zhuang Luofei, who was still holding the glass of wine in his hand, and he wanted to stuff the wine into her hand with a smile.

And in the back, it's him.

The woman's smell is good, not a deep and shallow perfume smell, but a very sweet smell, like a fruity smell.

The man's hand rested on her shoulder, and she turned her face to look at it in panic.

The man's ten fingers are slender, and the nails are rounded and pale pink, which is very good-looking.

Glaring at the other side, the mischief kept Zhuang Luofei, "Okay, don't make trouble." ”

After speaking, Zhuang Luofei over there stared at him, wondering if this man had also turned into a member of Hai Ruohao's team.

After that, the woman sat beside him, quietly, like an oversized ragdoll, sitting motionless beside him.

The front was blurred, she was only eighteen years old at that time, a brittle little girl, so beautiful, so beautiful......

Feeling that someone was shaking him, he opened his eyes in a daze, it was Zhuang Luofei.

He's drunk, what if he's drunk with her, without him by her side, isn't Ah Luo playing a prank again?

blinked, stretched out his hand and waved Ah Luo's hand, "Ah Luo, don't bully her, don't bully her......"

Don't bully her, okay?

Zhuang Luofei stood beside him, he reclined on the sofa, squinting at him, his hands didn't know what was moving, just a person babbling.

Even if you don't listen, you know that he's back in the past.

A lot of times he thinks maybe maybe he doesn't drink and doesn't look for him because of anything else, maybe he just wants a separate space to think about her.

A separate undisturbed space.

Such Ye Zhichen, three years ago, he no longer knew how to hate him.

Zhuang Luofei's figure left little by little, and his vision gradually blurred.

He smiled stupidly, "Shu'er, look, he's gone." ”

So don't worry, just be quiet by his side like that, he will sweep away all the dangers and disturbances, just be by his side like that, can't you?

Zhuang Luofei gently pushed open the door of the private room, walked out, took out his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, took out a watch, lit it, and took a hard puff.

The private room is very quiet, and the screen not far away is still singing, it is a very old and very sweet song, Teresa Teng's "Sweet Honey".

It's a brisk rhythm that you can swing into.

"Sweet honey, you smile sweetly

It's like flowers blooming in the spring breeze

Open in the spring breeze

Where and where have I seen you

Your smile is so familiar

I can't remember it for a moment

Ah~~ in a dream

……”

She used to love this song too, and she liked to hum such a little tune when cooking, doing housework, and even watching TV in his arms at night.

At that time, her voice was small, and she was more likely to be afraid that she would not sing well, singing like a mosquito.

The sound on TV is very loud, especially when watching a lot of TV dramas, there are many tunes that match the situation.

He hung his head like that, trying to listen to what kind of tune was humming in her open and closed little mouth.

After a long time, every time he stretched his head, she stretched her neck mischievously, opened her mouth, and bit him on the ear.

The warm tongue rested on his ears like that.

Stop there in an instant.

His heart was beating so fast, her fresh smell was so close that his lips were on her neck.