Fu Yanci was wearing black trousers, the hem of the white shirt was tied in the pants by a black belt, the cuffs were pulled up to the elbows, and even the gold cufflinks were folded up.

He knelt on the bed on one knee, supported Zhao Zhixi's back and legs with strong arms, and put the person back on the bed with his bent body.

Zhao Zhixi was obviously not lightly drunk, and he couldn't even walk, except for giggling, he didn't know anything.

Fu Yanci was thinking about putting the person away, calling a few waitresses to come over, helping her change into pajamas, and then simply wiping her face, but as soon as he put it down, his slightly chubby arm suddenly wrapped around his neck.

When Zhao Zhixi first followed Fu Yanci, she was very thin, but in just a few months, she was raised white and fat, and she also relied on her to eat and sleep, and she didn't have any troubles.

"Let go." Fu Yanci opened her mouth gently, and her slender fingers had already grasped her fleshy wrist.

The little man on the bed smiled even brighter: "Fu Yanci, do you want to kiss me?" ”

"Nope." Fu Yanci replied with a good temper.

"You're a liar, that's how it is played on TV." Zhao Zhixi's rebuttal was extremely confident, and it was well-founded.

Fu Yanci was still full of patience and explained good-naturedly: "It's really not, you let go first." ”

"Can I kiss you, then?" The little man on the bed is not shocked, and he is dead.

"I can't." Fu Yanci knelt on one knee on the bed, a little unable to support it.

After all, I have been in a wheelchair for many years, and I have just recovered a little, and I can't move as freely as ordinary people.

"I'll just try, just give it a try." As Zhao Zhixi spoke, his arm was already forced, and he forced Fu Yan to reciulate on the bed, and then the overlord kissed him with a bow.

Fu Yanci was in front of Zhao Zhixi, which can be described as having no power to restrain the chicken, and he was easily pinched, his soft and soft lips were crushed on his lips, and his little tongue licked it from time to time.

"Do you feel it?" The little man on his body stared at him curiously, and his big apricot eyes were full of question marks.

Fu Yanci knew that this girl would kiss him completely because of curiosity and drunkenness, and there was no concept of male and female affection in her mind.

She doesn't have the concept of the relationship between men and women, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have a normal physiological reaction, he doesn't drink alcohol, he feels that his nose is full of alcohol, and he is drunk and snorting.

"Are you done?" Fu Yanci's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't even notice it.

"I'm done." The little girl was not interested, and she fell off him, and lay on the bed on all fours, squinting to sleep.

Fu Yanci immediately sat up and strode towards the wheelchair at the door, and when he sat down, he found that the little girl on the bed had fallen asleep.

He didn't call the waitress to come and toss her, he let her roll on the bed and fall asleep, and quietly withdrew.

He can't go back to the restaurant, I'm afraid he has to take a cold shower, and the blood of a thirty-year-old man can't be suppressed easily.

……

Restaurant.

Miss Qiao Er has a little bit of alcohol, but it is easy to get on when she is in a bad mood, and after only drinking a glass, she feels a little dizzy, she can only eat with her eyes down, so as not to let people see that she is drunk.

The table is full of seafood, if it is placed in normal times, she must be happy, but now her spleen and stomach are empty, and she doesn't have much appetite when she looks at it, so she only uses chopsticks to hold a few grains of rice and send it to her mouth.

Mr. Shao behaved elegantly at all times, and put down his chopsticks before he was willing to speak: "What, it's not appetizing? ”

It's a normal content, and the tone is just right for friends.

"Nope." Miss Qiao Er didn't have Mr. Shao's ability, but she also tried her best to act as if nothing had happened, and no longer let Mr. Shao laugh at her.

Shao Rongqian glanced at the time: "I still have work to deal with, you eat slowly." ”

There is still a limited edition watch on the wrist, which is extravagant, but Miss Qiao Er's heart is sour when she sees it.

"Hmm." Qiao Mengyu responded lightly, didn't look up, rolled the rice grains on the chopsticks, and ran back to the bowl.

Shao Rongqian really got up and left, the pure black suit mixed with the melting night, and soon escaped from sight.

Qiao Mengyu put down his chopsticks and stared at the glass wine container in a daze, his heart was sour and bitter, which was more unbearable than the taste of the decoction.

She wondered, if she could get drunk, she would be able to relieve her sorrows......

But there is always a time when you are awake, and how to deal with yourself when you wake up.

She clearly understood it very well, and she also knew that Mr. Shao had long stopped taking her to heart, but she couldn't control her emotions, she just wanted to drink another glass of wine, as if she was addicted.

The crisp liquid crosses the throat, with a warm aftertaste, and the good wine is like a gentleman, lasting and aftertaste, without losing its color.

Miss Qiao Er has always been a stylish person, and when she is emotional, she also likes to recite poetry, she supports the dining table with one arm, holds one cheek with her palm, and looks at the melting night outside.

I don't know when, the clear glow of the moonlight disappeared, and white snowflakes flew one after another, which looked crystal clear against the background of the dim lights on the promenade outside.

It's snowing, the first snow of the winter.

Miss Qiao Er squinted her fox eyes drunkly, stood up on the table, walked slowly to the porch, and stretched out her hand, only to find that there was not only snow, but also a light rain.

The heating in the restaurant was turned on, and she wore only a thin knit sweater and fleece jeans underneath, not thick enough to withstand the cold outside.

She looked at the bare trees in the courtyard, it was deserted, there was not even a crow, and when she looked at it, there was suddenly a large skeleton umbrella of pure black in her sight, and the person with a long figure held the handle of the umbrella, and walked towards her steadily.

I don't know if she was drunk, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the face of the person who came, and she could only vaguely see a pure black suit.

Thoughts seemed to fly back to not long ago in an instant, Shao Rongqian seemed to be like this, holding a black umbrella and protecting her by his side.

The white sneakers stepped on the snow, and the leather fabric was splashed with countless fine water droplets, and the snow melted when it fell to the ground, and the potholes were full of mud and water stains.

Miss Qiao Er tilted her face and let the biting chill hit her face, only then did she realize that there was no black umbrella anywhere, and under the dim wall lamp, there was only a lonely figure.

December in Beijing is really cold, and it is even colder with the cold wind at night, it is the biting kind, Miss Qiao Er stood in the rainy and snowy night, shivering with cold, but her footsteps refused to move a step, only a pair of drunken eyes, leaning on the hundred-year-old tree in the courtyard.

She fumbled around her body for a long time, as if she was looking for a mobile phone, but she had long forgotten it, she was in a hurry to come out at that time, she didn't bring it at all, she blurred her consciousness, and felt that the mobile phone was bullying her, and she had to be away from her when she needed it.

When the waitress came to clean up the restaurant, she saw Miss Qiao Er leaning against the trunk of a tree, looking up at the sky with teary eyes, wearing only a thin knitted sweater.

Such a beautiful woman, I'm afraid no man will not like it.

The waitress thought about it and kindly came over and asked, "Miss Qiao, do you need help?" ”

Miss Qiao Er reacted slowly, and it took a while before she turned her face to the waiter, and her voice was hoarse: "Can I use your mobile phone?" ”

She didn't know how she picked up the phone, and she didn't know how to make the call, but the beep in her ear only rang twice, and it was a deep and hoarse voice: "Which one?" ”

"It's so cold...... Miss Qiao Er leaned against the trunk of the tree, her consciousness was already blurred, and she only relied on instinct to breathe weakly.