Wen Que scratched his heart and lungs and stared at the beer can that Qi Zhaowei came over lightly and swallowed his saliva, but finally didn't dare to reach out to take it affectionately.

After all, he was vague, and he didn't know if he wanted to toast to her or let her take a sip of his beer.

After a little hesitation for two or three seconds, she picked up a can by herself.

Qi Zhaoea's movements were sluggish, and after a while, he took the wine back as if nothing had happened, and poured it out in one go.

Immediately afterward, I heard the crackling sound of the cans being pinched flat.

Wen Que raised his eyes in astonishment.

The next second, the beer that had just been picked up in his hand was suddenly swept over by him, and he said lightly: "Girls, don't drink too much, go drink milk." ”

Wen Que said: "......"

I just asked her if she wanted to drink it, but now she doesn't drink it, what does it mean!

Wen Que was angry, and was aroused again, scolding him: "You are not my boyfriend, don't care if I drink or not." ”

As he spoke, he snatched the can of beer back into his hand in a huff, tilted his head fiercely, and poured it to the end.

The line of her neck is smooth and beautiful, and when the wine trickles between her lips and teeth, and her fair-skinned and delicate throat keeps swallowing up and down, not to mention provoking people's thoughts......

…… Kiss.

Qi Zhaowei looked at her indescribably, wanting to say something, but in the end he rubbed his eyebrows and couldn't help but say nothing.

Bo Ran sat next to him, and he could see everything clearly.

His chest was so clogged that he felt like a funny clown caught between the two of them in such an ambiguous relationship.

He let out a depressive breath, picked up the car keys, and freed up space for the two of them, "I remember that there is still something to do, you two drink slowly." ”

"What are you going to do, senior?" Wen Queyu put down the wine jar and got up to see him off.

Bo Ran was an excuse to make up, but now he can only deal with it temporarily: "My dad said that he likes to eat the royal roast goose near the green coriander community, I will buy some for him to go back, and it will close later." ”

"Oh, okay then." It is impossible for Wen Queyu to stop his filial piety, "Then you should be careful on the road, you have to find a substitute driver, you can't drive by yourself." ”

Even though he only took a few sips of beer, it was also wine.

"I understand." Bo Ran looked at her slightly crimson face, struggling and entangled in her heart, "Don't drink too much, rest early." ”

"Okay." Wen Que nodded perfunctorily.

Because Qi Zhaowei hasn't left yet, she shouldn't be able to sleep early.

Bo Ran inhaled secretly, and found that the most difficult thing in the world was to push the girl he liked deeply to other men.

Even though I know it's my own wishful thinking, it's still painful.

"Magpie." Walking around the corner of the elevator area, he couldn't help but turn around and call her again.

"Huh?" Wen Queyu stood at the door, not closing the door yet.

He whispered a few words: "Protect yourself." ”

Wen Que said: "......"

Was he worried that Qi Zhaowei would bully her?

Wen Queyu wanted to laugh and cry.

She wished that Qi Zhaowei would bully her, but he would never ......

"Don't worry, senior, he's not that kind of person." After replying, she turned around, gently grasped the doorknob, and closed the door.

Suddenly, Qi Zhaowei stood next to the shoe cabinet in the entrance, with a flirtatious smile on the corner of his mouth, like a prodigal son who was playing a hundred flowers in the world but did not touch a single leaf, and asked her very seriously, "What kind of person am I?" ”

It's just that his timbre is too clean and upright, and it's hard not to fall into it.

Wen Que steadied himself and staggered into the hall with an expressionless face, not intending to answer his kind of question that would only disturb her alone.

She looked at the wine on the table, "Do you still want to drink?" If I don't drink it, I'm going to clean up the hot pot. ”

She clearly didn't want to fall in love with him anymore.

Qi Zhaowei instantly felt that there was a vacancy in his heart, empty, tortured in every way, and couldn't find anything to replace him, so he damn wanted to press her against the wall and educate her for a night.

But every time, as soon as his eyes touched the delicate and cute shallow fossa on her small mouth, and the plump lips that felt moist and sweet just by looking at it, he couldn't be cruel to her at all.

A squeamish girl like her should be carefully held in the palm of her hand to hurt, pet, and drowning......

"Wen Que said," Qi Zhao's eyes gradually became stained with a touch of alcohol-infected, prompting him to say uncontrollably: "I like someone, but I don't like it like you like like it." ”