Si Ye's little ancestor is really bad

Xu Qingchan had just returned to her seat and Mu Xiuze asked her if she saw Yang Wanwan.

"Didn't see, she also went to the bathroom?"

Mu Xiuze was worried, "She doesn't drink very well, she doesn't know where she got lost, I'll go and see."

When passing by the backyard, I saw someone I knew was smoking silently leaning on an evergreen pine.

She raised her eyebrows and walked over, "Master Si, did you drink too much?"

Glancing at him, the man said nothing.

Mu Xiuze looked serious, and smoked with him for a while, "Brother doesn't want to talk about you, but you, you played a good hand and broke it yourself."

Si Ye, who is so powerful in shopping malls, is a bronze in love.

At the beginning, it was a matter that people would deliver to their door as long as he made a verbal promise, but now the situation has turned around, it is a completely different situation.

"I think Ms. Xu lives a very thorough life. She doesn't hold back what she wants, but she has a measure of it. She won't put all her eggs in one basket for anything. She is a person who can afford to let go." Looking at Qi Si for a moment, he said, "It's been a year, and some things really need to be thought about. Maybe you don't have to be her? Sometimes letting go is more meaningful than aimlessly persisting."

After a long silence, Qi Si looked sideways, "So you put Yang Wanwan down freely?"

Now Mu Xiuze remained silent.

With a sneer, he put out the cigarette, "Everyone in the world can only save themselves. Go ahead, I'm going to find someone."

Across the wisteria trellis, he caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on a swing, and he slowed down.

Yang Wanwan closed her eyes and was swinging slowly on the swing, her cheeks were a little pink, and her drunkenness was soft.

Looking at her, Mu Xiuze thought of the girl who loved to hold his hand a few years ago to share what he had learned in school.

Since she graduated, she has become like a little hedgehog protecting herself with thorns, struggling in the entertainment circle by herself, slowly breaking out of her own world.

Grow up.

This kind of feeling is very subtle. After leaving you, the little flower that I thought could only be pampered in the greenhouse, learned to be thorny, with edges and corners, and stretched itself in the outside world, and finally became a warm rose.

And she faintly realized that part of the reason for forcing her to grow up was him.

The little guy, who was used to using thorns to disguise himself, showed a frankness that outsiders couldn't see after he got drunk. Mu Xiuze's gaze deepened as he watched from a few steps away.

They really haven't seen each other for a long time. Yang Wanwan filmed four TV dramas last year and stayed in the crew almost all year.

There are her works every so often, and from this point of view, she is really working hard.

Although I often pay attention to her mass media accounts and all the materials, it is not as close as watching the real her.

She opened her eyes and patted her thighs, as if there were mosquitoes. When she raised her eyes, she saw a man who had been here not far away.

After a second of reaction, she smiled harmlessly.

The politeness is so raw that it makes people feel sour.

Mu Xiuze walked over, "Did you find the bathroom?"

"found it."

Looking at her pink cheeks, he asked, "Drunk?"

"Probably not." She rubbed her eyes and got up, "There are a lot of mosquitoes here, let's go."

The crickets chirped loudly in the grass, Mu Xiuze kept a certain distance behind her, and the woman's back was slender and straight in his line of sight, a bit thin.

It seems to be thinner than last time.

The cobblestones under her feet were stuck on her feet, and she accidentally saw that she was about to fall, so Mu Xiuze went up to help her.

"Thank you." She stood up straight and continued walking.

The man stood there for two seconds, with her warmth still in the palm of his hand, rubbing his thumbs together, causing a secret heartbeat.

When he went back, Yan Jing had already left. He heard that his fiancée urged him to go home.

The few gentlemen present didn't say anything, but they might be envious in their hearts.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was time to go back home. Yan Xu spread out his mobile phone and said to Ji Qingbai, "Your brother asked me to take you back. There are two men left, and each of them happens to be sending a lady back. Qingbai and I will go back together." I'm leaving."

Mu Xiuze looked at the man who closed his eyes and took a nap, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to go back by himself, so why send any girl."

Apart from Yang Wanwan, he was the most drunk Shen, and only he knew how true or false he was.

"Wanwan, I'll take you home."

Xu Qingchan's cell phone was out of battery earlier, so she took it to the front desk to charge it, and wanted to get it when she was about to go home, but all the people at the booth left when she came back.

Slowly parting her lips, she was stunned for a while looking at the sleeping man with her eyes closed.

No need to think about it, Mu Xiuze and Yan Xu did it on purpose.

As for whether the person on the sofa was pretending to be asleep or not, he couldn't tell by staring at that serious face.

He had drunk quite a lot since he came back from the backyard.

After hesitating for a while, she packed her bag and went out.

I stood at the door of the bar for a while, but no one came out, so I walked back.

In the end, I ran into two women sitting next to him at some point, calling him softly, but the man didn't respond. They looked at each other and called again tentatively.

Seeing them sitting closer and closer, Xu Qingchan's eyes dimmed, and she walked straight over, "Sorry, my friend is drunk."

The woman was wearing a mask, her eyes and voice were cold, she passed them and squeezed to the side of Qi Si.

Seeing her coming, the two walked away resentfully.

After walking to the far booth, he whispered, "It's a pity, it's rare to see such a top-notch man, and he's still drunk in the bar."

While talking, she looked back at Xu Qingchan, "I saw that woman's eyes just now, like guarding against a wolf, tsk, speechless."

"Mr. Qi? Mr. Qi?"

The man has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes are closed, and he has not yet woken up.

Want to pretend to this extent?
A little suspicious in my heart, I looked at him carefully, there was some inconspicuous redness on the cold white skin, and the smell of alcohol was really strong on his body.

Can those two women bear being so close to him just now?
He is not such a childish person.

After thinking about it, she touched his forehead, which was hot.

Now Xu Qingchan panicked, "Qi Si?"

"Qi Si?" Shaking his arm and calling him loudly, the man's brows loosened slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes unfocused.

"Can you go?"

He hummed indistinctly in his throat, and Xu Qingchan helped him up, but ended up walking crookedly, she held his waist with great difficulty, and put most of the man's weight on herself.

The tall man was too heavy, and it was difficult for her to take every step.

She was already sweating when she helped her onto the Maybach, and the person in the back seat closed her eyes again.

Xu Qingchan found a surrogate driver, passed by the pharmacy, and bought antipyretics and hangover medicines, and fed him with hot water. Qi Si was very cooperative, but she was not very conscious along the way.

When she arrived at her residence, she ordered the driver to take him to Jinghua Mansion, and opened the door to get off the car. Thinking of the man's unconscious appearance and his luxurious Maybach, she was still worried.

The light from the streetlight cast into the back seat, and the man's face was as three-dimensional as a knife. She watched quietly, feeling sore and soft in her heart.

Reaching out to touch his forehead, the temperature hasn't dropped yet.