He was afraid that after she opened this gift, she didn't know what she would do when she was drunk.

"I'm sober." Shen Qiang pointed to the balcony and said, "My house is there." ”

Come on, these are completely uneasy.

Song Boli simply gave up talking to her, carried the cake and held the roses, and then stretched out his long arms, hugged Shen Qiang's fragrant shoulder, and took him downstairs to the community, pressed the elevator, and after walking in, he lit up the 12th floor.

His series of actions were natural, and after Shen Qiang finished reading it, he asked, "How do you know what floor I am." ”

Song Boli's eyes lit up, and he casually made up: "You pointed it out just now." ”

There is no logic to a drunkard.

Shen Qiang said to herself again, "I'm about to move, and I can save a lot of rent by sharing a house with others." ”

Song Boli seemed to coax her and chat with her, and asked, "Where did you move?" ”

The elevator arrived on the twelfth floor, Shen Qiang didn't answer, opened the door and walked in, the things inside were almost cleaned up by her, Song Boli followed into the room, put the flowers away, and then circled around this snail house, although it was small, but it was very clean.

He lowered his eyes to collect the loss in his eyes, the place where she used to live was a large flat of several hundred square meters, and he arranged people to take care of food and clothing, but now she is nested in this small world, but she is very happy.

The murals on the walls, the pandas on the bed, the neat little objects, and the spotless bookshelves are all symbols of how well she is doing.

He didn't know whether to feel sorry for her living in such a small place, or to be happy for her.

He watched Shen Qiang walk to the balcony to collect her clothes, the balcony was only half a guardrail, she drank wine and didn't take the clothes pole, she stood on tiptoe to reach the underwear on it, Song Boli was worried, frowned and stood behind her, stretched out her long arms, and easily took off the underwear for her.

It's black, very cold, and it's very similar to the temperament of the royal sister when she was sober.

Shen Qiang blushed rarely, and her two hands tightly clutched her underwear and pressed it to her chest, trying to hide them It looked very cute. When she was drunk, she subconsciously showed her coquettish appearance and words, which was her truest side.

Song Boli simply held her in his arms slightly, pointed to the clothes on it, and asked, "Which one else do you want, I'll help you collect it." ”

Shen Qiang pointed to the pajamas and skirts, and Song Boli took them all down for her.

Just when he thought she had finished putting away her clothes and was about to turn away, she pointed to the bottom of the balcony, where he often stood, and said, "Don't stand there in the future, I'm moving, you can't see me." ”

Turns out she knew...

She is drunk, she will be obedient, she will be obedient, and she will expose his shortcomings.

was exposed by her face-to-face, Song Boli was angry and funny.

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After everything was cleaned up, Song Boli sent her to the hotel.

She can walk normally, but every now and then her brain short-circuits and says something funny.

Song Boli didn't want to send such a Shen Qiang to the hotel.

He wanted her to stay with him.

But he didn't want to repeat that mistake, he knew that she would remember these things when she woke up the next day, and then she would blame him for taking advantage of her, so he could only take her clothes and let her go ahead, and come back from time to time to say a few words to him.

Every now and then he responded.

It wasn't until 1 o'clock in Hong Kong that Shen Qiang said to Song Boli: "I'm thirsty." ”

Song Boli picked up the water and handed it to Shen Qiang, but saw her rare willfulness and said, "Don't want this, I want oranges." ”

"Orange?" Song Boli looked at Secretary Chen and said, "What is that?" ”

Secretary Chen, who opened Baidu Encyclopedia, replied: "Dong Song, the orange is a jelly-like thing from a long time ago, it should have been eaten by Miss Shen when she was a child, and now it is difficult to buy, and it is almost out of print." Much like the current fruit orange, you can use the fruit orange instead. ”

Song Boli lowered his eyes, picked up Secretary Chen's mobile phone and looked at it, but did not agree with Secretary Chen's suggestion, but said: "Call every supermarket in Shanghai to check if there are any oranges." ”

Secretary Chen was embarrassed: "What if Shanghai doesn't have it?" ”

"Then ask the nearest city where it is, and let her drink it anyway."

Song Boli pondered for a moment, rarely crazy about love, and said: "One hundred thousand, whoever sends it will belong to whomever it is." ”

Secretary Chen was amazed and said, "Dong Song, so the old lady will know." ”

"Sooner or later, she will go back to the Song family with me, so what," Song Boli looked at Shen Qiang's delicate face, and said in a deep voice: "My life was the Song family before, and now my life is Shen Qiang." ”

"She's happy, it's my job."

After Song Boli finished speaking, Secretary Chen knew that persuasion was useless, so he could only find the orange as soon as possible.

When the carriage was quiet, Shen Qiang suddenly took out something from his pocket.

Xianbao'er said: "You give me a gift, I will also give you a gift, you stretch out your hand." ”

Song Boli sat in the back row in a suit and vest, calm and introverted, under that handsome face, a little doting, a man who has always been the same, really stretched out his hand to cooperate with a naïve drunkard.

Shen Qiang put a cold thing on his palm, and said with crooked eyebrows: "Send you." ”

It was the brooch she designed.

Song Boli chuckled and said, "Then you can help me wear it." ”

Shen Qiang nodded obediently and said okay. Then she really picked up the brooch, the carriage was dim and she couldn't see clearly to wear it, she wanted to get closer, so her brain didn't think about it, and directly straddled Song Boli's lap.

Getting closer, Song Boli finally smelled the strong smell of wine on her body.

He let her sit on his lap, let her make his expensive suit a mess, and the forbidden area that no one dared to touch became her wanton hand, he smiled in his eyes, and said, "Do you want to drink oranges, or do you want to go back to the hotel to find your roommates?" ”

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Song Gou: You can't talk to drunks.

Chapter 50 Chapter 50

◎ "Naughty ghost. ”◎

In the back row of Hong Kong 1, Secretary Chen saw such a bold posture through the rearview mirror, and raised the baffle again with interest.

The brooch is the design that made a double needle brooch on the back.

The two needles together, when he was awake, he didn't even blink his eyes and pressed them open, but Shen Qiang's brain was dizzy now, even if he unscrewed the brooch, but it still couldn't pierce Song Boli's blazer.

She lowered her head, and the big wavy curls fell down.

The soft tips of his hair brushed Song Boli's tall nose bone, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly, watching Shen Qiang make trouble in his arms.

If it weren't for the fact that she was drunk. He absolutely suspected that she had done it on purpose, deliberately messing up his shirt, and the neat and fitting neckline was now unbuttoned, and then the vest was also held by her as a warm baby, and the blazer was twisted together by her as a rope, and he saw that the hands opened the brooch and intended to go down the waist and abdomen. He was quick-eyed, grabbed her hand, his eyes were dark, and said, "Naughty, I'll teach you." ”

He took her little hand and said softly, "Look, insert the needle into the first flower eye." ”

The slender hand of the jade fan bone with her small hand was at his neckline, and a new brooch was worn by him, At this moment, the brooch synthesized by artificial crystal is extremely expensive, and there is such a person, the garbage bag on his body can become the season's high clime.

Seeing that the brooch was put on, Shen Qiang was about to get off his lap, but his backhand was silently shackled by his thin waist.

Shen Qiang couldn't move, raised her palm-sized face, frowned, looked very sober and drunk, and said, "What's wrong?" ”

She sat on his lap, teased him, and then asked him what was wrong. He was reluctant to send her away, he had a smile in his eyes, and said, "Do you want to drink oranges, or do you want to go back to the hotel to find your roommate?" ”

Whether she did it on purpose or not, he didn't know.

But he knew that he did it on purpose.

Sure enough, she chose Orange.

Song Boli was amused and teased her: "It means that you won't go back to find your roommates, right?" ”

Shen Qiang was asked like this, her palm-sized little face looked very entangled, she pursed her lips, and her two little hands buckled each other.

This embarrassed and aggrieved look made Song Boli very compassionate, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched the soft flesh on her face, and said, "Don't tease you, drink oranges, I'll send you back." ”

Although he was reluctant, he had no intention of taking advantage of her.

Shen Qiang nodded happily like a chicken pecking rice. Her head was shaking like this, and her body was shaking.

His body was one step ahead of him, unexpectedly but unexpectedly tall, he was not a casual person, but he could easily arouse those desires by her many times.

He tried his best to restrain himself from pulling back his free reason, but he couldn't prevent it, and was grabbed by her hand that went around the back. Her soft little hand rested on the hard, and she frowned and told him, "Hard, take it away." ”

How do you get this away?

Song Boli was teased by her, and his breathing was chaotic, she was really testing his determination as a man.

He couldn't guarantee that he would have absolute sanity and resistance to Shen Qiang, so he reluctantly cut his love, put Shen Qiang in the seat next to her, to prevent her from being bored, and threw his mobile phone to her to distract a drunkard.

She's really playing a little game on his phone.

Song Boli laughed angrily at her, he was teased by her, and she sat and played with her mobile phone like a nobody.

Leave all the emotions to himself.

He choked, withdrew his gaze, took out the black metal box from his suit pocket, and pulled out a cigarette from it.

At the same time, the window was lowered, and he lowered his head, his slender hand slightly raised, and lit the cigarette.

White smoke fills the window, his long arms are resting on the car window, and the custom cigarette does not taste pungent, and there is a pleasant smell of mint. After smoking one cigarette, he smoked the second one, and after finally completely dissipating the heat in his body, Song Boli turned his head to look at Shen Qiang.

You can see it, but you can't hug it, you can't kiss it, and you can't bully it.

Breaking the Ground was a little annoyed, he warned lightly: "If there is a next time you get drunk, I won't let you go." ”

This sentence is for Shen Qiang after sobering up.

The second time, it didn't take more than three.

Ten minutes later, the orange was taken to the back row by Secretary Chen, in a simple plastic package, and a pile of fruit pieces floating in the cup. Shen Qiang drank very happily, and when Gang 1 arrived at the door of the hotel, she still held four in her hands.

At first glance, it was for them.

Song Boli succumbed to the drunken Shen Qiang, then took the cake and flowers and took her to the hotel.

In order to prevent Shen Qiang from waking up the next day and losing her temper with him, he simply put the cake and flowers at her feet, rang the doorbell for her, and then turned around and walked to another place, until he saw three drunks come out to greet the other drunk, he turned around and left.

Back in Hong Kong 1, Song Boli opened his mobile phone to read the documents, but found that there were still game pages left by her on the phone, and there were bottles of oranges in the back of the carriage.

There were traces of her everywhere, and even the air was filled with the faint scent of papyrus on her body.

He poked open the package in her cheerful way, and only took a bite, the smell of the pigment made his mind tingle, and his brows furrowed.