When passing by a retro tavern, Shen Qiang took the initiative to say, "Why don't you go there and sit?" Before I came, I heard that this tavern broke the Dinis World Record, and there are more than 2,000 varieties of beer. ”

As she spoke, she kept glancing in there, looking very expectant.

She, like many girls, likes to check in one place.

Song Boli took a step back and said, "Yes, but, don't drink too much." ”

Shen Qiang nodded like a chicken pecking rice. She didn't want to drink, but to follow the local customs, the atmosphere arrived, the location arrived, so she was also moved, after all, there are few taverns in the world that broke the Dinis world record.

The lights inside will not be as neon as in the domestic bar, the lights in the tavern are dim, Shen Qiang chose a more private location in the corner, here is all the stone walls and wooden planks separated and built, the position of the corner is just enough to block the view from the outside, but it is very crowded, two people are just right, and they must be close to each other to sit down.

Therefore, Shen Qiang and Song Boli can only be next to each other.

The waiter stepped forward humorously and asked the two of them what they needed to drink, Song Boli couldn't drink because he was driving, so he could only order a glass of juice, and Shen Qiang ordered himself a glass of beer that ranked first.

She orders wine like a prodigal son in the drinking field, but she is obviously a nerd who can't drink.

While waiting for the waiter to serve the wine, Shen Qiang took out her mobile phone and took a photo here. But there were so many people here, she didn't shoot well, Song Boli bypassed her behind, then held her mobile phone in his hand, his head was slightly next to her, and pressed the shutter for her.

The photo was very beautiful and she was very happy.

When Shen Qiang looked back and wanted to thank him, her lips touched the corners of his lips. The dimly lit tavern, the small space, the men and women who did all the ambiguous things under the banner of friends, Shen Qiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and even swept his cheeks, itching.

When holding hands on the street, it was because he was afraid of getting lost, and he sat next to each other because of the small position, but at this moment he was so intimate, she couldn't find any reason to rationalize her current actions, his breath was entangled, and his hand was naturally on her thin waist.

They don't know how to end the current ambiguity.

Fortunately, the waitress brought the wine and juice, but she didn't tease the posture of the two, ambiguous men and women are a common thing in the bar, she naturally put it on the wooden table and turned away.

Shen Qiang's mind became charming with the ambiguous atmosphere of the bar. But the ambiguity of being interrupted became embarrassing, as if she had done something bad and was caught, she immediately came back to her senses, retracted her gaze and straightened her head, and immediately handed the juice to Song Boli, while she picked up the glass of wine and drank most of it in one gulp.

Song Boli's obstruction has not yet had time to speak.

She's already drunk two-thirds of it.

"It's weird," Shen Qiang said, "not like the taste of beer." ”

Song Boli chuckled, knowing that she had finally found a topic to relieve her embarrassment, so she explained: "Foreign countries call concentrated wine beer, which is not really the same as the low degree in China, and what you just ordered is a signboard, and it is the same as beer when you drink it, but the degree is not low, and the stamina is great." ”

Shen Qiang only thought that Song Boli deliberately teased her and scared her.

But just a few minutes later, she suddenly felt a little dizzy, and the familiar precursors and stamina of drunkenness suddenly came to her heart, and she suddenly believed that Song Boli did not scare her and tease her.

She looked sideways, looking at Song Boli with a circle of confusion in her eyes.

It's okay not to look at it, but when she looks at it, she suddenly remembers his warning - "If you get drunk next time, I won't let you go"

Song Boli raised his eyebrows slightly, took a sip of juice slowly, and the next second he heard Shen Qiang ask, "Why are you going not to let me go?" "She really follows the local customs, and she also learns from the Belgian folk customs and is open-minded, and she speaks so directly.

Song Boli almost didn't catch it, but seeing that she was both vegetable and loving, his mind suddenly surged.

He lowered his head and approached Shen Qiang, staring at her lips, scaring her: "What do you say?" ”

He scared her, wanting to see her blushing.

But I don't really want to take advantage of her drunk.

Getting her red face, he was satisfied. Just as I was about to stand up and say not to tease her. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed him by the neck, pulling his head down, and she kissed him on the left cheek.

She put on makeup and lipstick today, and she looks wanton and beautiful.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether she was genuinely kissing or drunken presumptuous, but it was clear that she had scared him.

Song Boli was stunned in place, and after a few seconds, he raised his eyes to look at Shen Qiang, his throat moved, and said, "You-"

"Is that so?" Shen Qiang glanced at the face on the left, and then offered a kiss on his right, this time, the kiss was very hard, rubbing the lipstick on his cheek, she bent her eyebrows and eyes with satisfaction, like flattering, like soft, and her tone was delicate, and whispered: "Now, can you let me go?" ”

How did she tease him and beg him to let her go.

Did she really think of him as a saint?

Song Boli swallowed, gritted his teeth, and said in a dumb voice: "I can't let it go." ”

He really couldn't let it go this time.

He picked Shen Qiang up and sat on his lap, he looked down at her through the dim light.

Her face flushed slightly, those eyes looked at the cherry mouth, he quietly understood all her thoughts, he asked in a dumb voice: "Shen Qiang, tell me, are you really drunk?" ”

She didn't respond.

He lowered his head and pressed it to her lip.

Fluffy, just like her.

Song Boli further probed, pried open the shell teeth, and the wine was wanton.

In a romantic country, do romantic things with your lover.

Shen Qiang's hand hooked Song Boli's neck, and his slender hand inserted into his slightly stiff hair.

He paused, and her initiative deepened the kiss, cautious, agitated but restrained.

Is she drunk?

Maybe she was drunk, but she was actually half drunk and half awake.

From the moment he appeared in Belgium with a rose in his hand, she knew that he had come with sincerity.

No one has a more true heart than him.

Today, she was very relaxed and happy.

He was there for her and gave her a different feeling. Let her feel his sincerity and determination.

Her heart fluttered for him.

"To the hotel?"

Song Boli asked her in a dumb voice, what else do you need to answer at this time? He got up and left the tavern with her straight away.

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The first thirty red envelopes will continue tomorrow.

Ahh

Qiang Qiang is really tempted. Song Boli poked me too much.

Shen Qiang and Song Boli locked up.

The countdown to the end of the text is over.

Chapter 66 Chapter 66

◎ Shen Qiang teased him: "I don't want to resume a relationship for the time being." ”◎

The hotel is steeped in history and is located in the heart of Brussels, right near the taverns. Built at the end of the 19th century, it is a luxury hotel that blends classical and modern elements.

There are only 72 rooms inside, but each one is a different design style, and each room is a duplex structure, equipped with a wooden retro spiral staircase, the first floor is a European living room, and the second floor is a two-meter bed.

The door of the hotel was opened, and black leather shoes stepped in, and he had no extra hand, so he could only hook the door and kick it shut.

In the next second, the man's jade fan-bone hand hooked the heel of the woman's shoe and directly pulled her shoe off with his bare hands. In an instant, there was a snapping sound of boots hitting the ground, her thin waist was shackled, her hand brushed away her curls, and her apricot eyes looked at Song Boli who was holding her wetly.

The man's suit had already been taken off and tied on the crook of his arm when he booked a room at the front desk, and the expensive suit was thrown to the ground by him when he opened the door just now.

The strength of the thin and powerful muscles and the strength that she could feel made Shen Qiang a little scared, her fingertips were trembling, her eyes lowered her breath and swallowed her saliva slowly, but she tasted the aroma of wine between her lips and teeth, and the residual smell of tobacco mint when he kissed Song Boli.

"Scared?"

Song Boli asked in a dumb voice, but did not give her a chance to regret it.

Strong hands held her up the retro spiral staircase, the wooden floor making a dull sound as he lifted his feet up the stairs. She hooked her hands around his neck, her heart rising and falling as he walked up the stairs, the fawn crashing.

His dark pupils reflected his tight jawline.

When he stepped on the third step of the stairs, he happened to encounter a turn, and the range of his steps on the stairs was a little large, which made Shen Qiang frown. She was instantly too shy to look at him again, and she even began to hypnotize herself in order to perpetuate her desperate thoughts.

Half-drunk and half-awake, she counted the twelfth staircase, each of which meant that she was closer to the second floor. Thinking of what was about to happen later, Shen Qiang simply closed her eyes, and he deliberately teased her on the last step of the stairs. The step is loud and the bang is loud. Shen Qiang's pupils trembled, but he was not frightened, he was so shocked that he opened his eyes, and just happened to collide with his deep eyes.

The next second, she was placed by him, her back against the soft and comfortable bed, she was safe, her hands tightly gripping the white sheets.

Song Boli quietly withdrew his gaze from her hand. The warm big hand gently ruffled her broken hair, and said in a dumb voice, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

Shen Qiang knew, of course she knew.

She is like a deer lost in the forest, she doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to do this today, but she is still willing to sink.

The reason why she looked nervous was because she hadn't been in contact with these things for more than a year, but until today, she knew that she was usually ordinary and had ulterior motives. She was greedy and wanted to draw more of his power.

Song felt that his sanity was on the verge of collapse.

She rarely took the initiative, but he was very afraid that she was drunk and impulsive, and he was afraid that she would cry and regret it when she woke up, so he repeatedly asked her if she knew what she was doing, but when he asked the last time, her eyes were wet, as if he was deliberately embarrassing her.

He is soft-hearted, impulsive, emotional, rational, restrained, when the Adam's apple is swallowed, trying to grit his teeth and let go. Instead, she reached out again and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Under the deep eyes, the palm-sized little face was delicate and delicate, the curly hair was lazy and lazy on her shoulders, and she leaned on her ear and her red lips lightly opened, "I know what I'm doing." ”

"I think."

It was her most daring and presumptuous.

Although his face was already crimson when he spoke, he still told him what was in his heart to reassure him: "I'm not drunk." ”

After she said this, she immediately felt the presumptuousness of Song Boli's efforts to restrain herself. The sound of a coat tearing can be heard in the hotel.

Shen Qiang struggled to look at the ceiling, the warm yellow and warm lamp.

Her pupils trembled with the reflection of the lights on the ceiling, her hair was very painful, her eyes seemed to have fog, she heard Song Boli calling her sister boy one by one, and occasionally hearing him call her bb boy. The earlobes are white and pink, and the temperature in the room rises suddenly. The beer was full of energy, the blood was boiling, and she became very enthusiastic.

In Song Boli's deep eyes, her hair fluctuated like a rhythm.

At night, Shen Qiang was served by Song Boli to remove her makeup and wash.

When she came out of the bathroom and went to the bed, Shen Qiang's eyelids didn't lift for a moment, she really enjoyed it and handed it over to him directly. Once born and twice cooked, Song Boli was more skilled in taking care of her this time than last time.

He lifted the quilt and hugged her to sleep together, but she didn't sleep very well. He watched her sleep with big characters for a while and then with a pillow for a while, with a ruddy complexion on her palm-sized face, she was timid in college, and every time she would be teased by him from her neck to her cheeks. But she was much more enthusiastic tonight than before, Song Boli thought of this, and instantly had a faint sense of jealousy, foreign countries are so open... Will she go with the flow?