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Yan Junlan's eyes turned cold, and she said angrily, "Jealous? How could I be jealous? Who do you think I am?"

Hearing what he said, the girl who was still hopeful just now was a little disappointed. She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and said, "Then why are you carrying me back?"

The young man was startled, and said: "I don't like you!"

Cheng Weiwei: "..."

The two fell into silence and didn't speak for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Cheng Weiwei couldn't help it anymore, she said: "Since you hate me so much, I'll go out first, so as not to annoy you."

Cheng slightly lowered his eyes, desperately wanting to leave.

But as soon as his feet touched the ground, he was thrown back by the waist.

The throw was a bit heavy, Cheng Weiwei rubbed her painful waist, and said, "What are you doing?"

She was in so much pain that she was about to cry, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

Yan Junlan's eyes deepened, she leaned over and asked her, "Where does it hurt?"

The girl pointed to her waist and said, "It's almost broken."

Yan Junlan attached her big palm to her and rubbed it gently for her.

Cheng Weiwei was a little surprised, and even felt that the person in front of him didn't look like Yan Junlan.

She called out tentatively, "Nun Lan?"

The boy raised his head, and his eyes were level with hers.

The two looked at each other for a long time, as if their eyes were glued together.

Until Cheng Weiwei lowered her eyes in embarrassment, she whispered, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

As soon as the words fell, the boy in front of him kissed him face to face.

Cheng Weiwei's eyes widened immediately, she could even smell the scent of wine in Cheng Weiwei's breath.

What he drank today was peach blossom wine, the fragrance of peach blossom and wine permeated between the two of them.

Obviously she didn't drink, but Cheng Weiwei still felt as if she was drunk.

She gradually closed her eyes and let Yan Junlan kiss.

After a long time, she felt the man leave, and she was finally able to breathe heavily.

Almost, almost suffocated.

However, even if there was a risk of being suffocated, she was still reluctant to push that person away.

Yan Junlan's eyes were also a little blurred, and there was a touch of blush on her face, and she didn't know if it was because she was drunk or because of the kiss just now.

Cheng Weiwei wanted to ask him very much, but couldn't ask for any reason.

"Don't be intimate with other men." He said such a sentence as if ordering.

Cheng Weiwei just wanted to nod, but suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Why?"

Yan Junlan immediately frowned, and looked at her a little depressed, "Because it's annoying!"

"Hate it?" Cheng Weiwei repeated in bewilderment.

Yan Junlan snorted coldly, "It's disgusting to see, and I want to hit someone."

It was really hit by Yan Ruyu.

At the wine table half an hour ago, Yan Ruyu was specially assigned to her side by Yan Xiqian.

On a day like today, Cheng Weiwei was looking forward to having a further relationship with Yan Junlan, so his palms were sweating nervously.

She approached Yan Ruyu and asked in a low voice, "Do you think this is really useful? I still think it's a little unreliable."

Yan Ruyu was a little helpless, and said: "Why don't you go and talk to sister, let's forget it!"

He didn't want to be hated by Yan Junlan, maybe he would be beaten up.

Cheng Weiwei hesitated and didn't know what to do, "Although it's a little unreliable, but it's all sister Aqian's painstaking efforts. It's already reached this point. I don't want to let her down."

After hearing this, Yan Ruyu felt a little disappointed.

He thought Cheng Weiwei could listen to persuasion!
Cheng Weiwei stretched out both hands in front of Yan Ruyu, and showed him, "Look, my hands are sweating, and I'm almost dying of tension."

There was really a thin layer of sweat.

Yan Ruyu couldn't help smiling, and said: "What are you afraid of, I should be the one to be afraid of, okay?"

Cheng Weiwei was startled, and smiled helplessly: "Although that's what he said, but according to Jun Lan's temperament, I don't think he will turn against his brother for me. On the contrary, I think he might give me to you , by the way, I will give you a favor."

Yan Ruyu thought for a while, and said: "Not really, I think Seventh Brother is the kind of person who...will hold firmly in the palm of his hand what he wants. For example, the position of Lord Shui, you see Father is so There are so many children, who can work hard like Seventh Brother and strive for the top?"

"That's true, but I feel that compared with Shui Jun, I'm too far behind." Cheng Weiwei sighed as he said.

Yan Ruyu was silent for a while, and said: "That's true. After all, the position of Shuijun is Seventh Brother's dream since he was a child. If you say it... it's better not to compare."

Hearing what he said, Cheng Weiwei's mood became even more depressed.

Just when she was thinking about how bad she was, Yan Ruyu suddenly tensed up.

Cheng Weiwei looked up at him, the man's back was stiff, as if someone had fixed him.

This startled Cheng Weiwei, she raised her hand to touch Yan Ruyu's forehead, and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you ill?"

Yan Ruyu was sweating a little, and stammered in a low voice, "Seventh Brother... Seventh Brother is staring at me."

Cheng Weiwei subconsciously turned her head to look over, and sure enough, she met Yan Junlan's gaze.

But the man quickly averted his gaze and stopped looking at her.

It is undeniable that Cheng Weiwei was delighted.

He looked a little unhappy, so she was... so happy!
Jealous, jealous, must be jealous!

Cheng Weiwei suppressed the joy in his heart that wanted to jump up and cheer, turned his head and said to Yan Ruyu: "Did you read it wrong, he didn't look at us at all!"

Noticing that Yan Junlan had looked away, Yan Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief, he wanted to get up, "I don't think I should sit here, this place is too dangerous, I think Brother Seven must be upset. "

Cheng Weiwei quickly grabbed his arm, how could Cheng Weiwei let him go at such a time?

It's hard to get such an opportunity, it's hard to see Yan Junlan jealous, she must work harder to perform.

Cheng Weiwei threatened: "If you leave now, I will tell Sister Ah Qian!"

Yan Ruyu was startled, then sat down sullenly again.

Cheng Weiwei persuaded him: "It's not that serious, you see, even if he saw it, wouldn't he have no reaction?"

Yan Ruyu was helpless, "His eyes, you tell me 'no response', if eyes can kill, I feel like I am being hacked by him."

Cheng Wei smiled, "It's not as serious as you said, but that's your brother, can he really kill you?"

It is true to say so, but that look is really a bit scary.

Cheng Weiwei comforted: "Don't worry, this is the last time. Sister Ah Qian said that I don't need your help in the future. Don't worry, as long as you get through today, you will be free!"

Yan Ruyu sighed and said, "I hope so."

Thinking of what Yan Ruyu said at that time, Cheng Weiwei felt a little funny at the moment.

But in the next second, his jaw was tightly pinched.

Cheng Weiwei was forced to return to his senses, and looked helplessly at the angry boy who was pinching his chin.

Yan Junlan's eyes were not friendly, and he said, "Who are you thinking about?"

Being so domineering, Cheng Weiwei liked it more and more.

She smiled and said, "I'm thinking of a...interesting person."

The boy frowned, and his voice became colder, "A man?"

Cheng Weiwei's round eyes rolled around, not like a pearl oyster, but like a little fox.

She nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, Yan Junlan seemed not as smart as usual when she was drunk, Cheng Weiwei was a little happy for no reason.

Yan Junlan said angrily, "Don't think about it!"

Cheng Weiwei asked him inquisitively, "Why don't you think about it?"

The young man seemed to be in a dilemma, frowned, and said: "You don't need to know the reason, you are not allowed to think about it, just don't think about it."

It is rare that Cheng Weiwei has some confidence, and there is a thought in his heart, Yan Junlan is drunk at the moment, even if she said something that made him really angry and annoying, just wait for him to wake up and tell him Just dreaming.

Ever since, Cheng Weiwei became more courageous.

She asked bluntly: "Jun Lan, you don't want me to think about others, do you want me to only think about you?"

The young man froze and looked away, neither admitting nor denying it.

Seeing this, Cheng Weiwei hurriedly said: "If you want me to only think about you, I won't think about others, is that okay?"

Yan Junlan remained silent.

The little bit of courage that had been ignited just now was gradually disappearing because of his silence.

She thought in frustration: Could it be that I made a mistake?

The boy finally spoke, "Yes."

Cheng Weiwei was startled, and stared at him blankly, only to see that young man blushed, and looked away awkwardly.

A word that she buried deep in her heart and never dared to say, finally couldn't bear it at this moment.

Cheng Weiwei asked, "Jun Lan, do you... like me?"

In Yan Junlan's silence, Cheng Weiwei's heart sank continuously.

She even prayed in her heart that even if it was a lie to her, if she got a positive answer, she would die without regret.

Time passed minute by minute, as if a year had passed.

Under Cheng Weiwei's eager eyes, Yan Junlan finally nodded.

His movements were not big, not even continuous, just a slight click.

So much so that Cheng Weiwei wondered if she had read it wrong.

She hugged Yan Junlan's neck with both hands, and said nervously: "I want you to tell me yourself, Junlan."

Yan Junlan's pretty eyebrows frowned again, seeming a little unhappy.

Cheng Weiwei was already in a hurry, and her eye sockets gradually became moist, with tears rolling in them.

As long as she heard that answer, as long as she got an affirmative answer, she would do anything.

A drop of clear tears rolled down Cheng Weiwei's cheeks, she said with a choked voice, "Please, Jun Lan, tell me, do you... like me?"

Yan Junlan was attracted by the tears on her face, and gently lowered her head, kissing her tears.

His hoarse and magnetic voice sounded in his ears, "Yes."

Originally, what she wanted was this answer, and she was looking forward to it.

However, after confirming it, the girl broke down and burst into tears.

She didn't even know why she was crying, but the tears just fell uncontrollably.

Yan Junlan stared blankly at her crying, a little helpless, even forgot to wipe her tears.

Cheng Weiwei shed tears for a long time, and felt that she was so ugly, so she wiped her face with her sleeve indiscriminately.

She thumped Yan Junlan's shoulder lightly, "Why didn't you say it earlier, I thought... I thought you hated me and thought I was a burden."

Probably seeing her crying, Yan Junlan felt a little soft-hearted, and even her voice softened a lot, "Didn't I...have you come to live in my house?"

Cheng Weiwei pursed her lips in grievance, and said, "It's obvious that I was pestering you and insisted on living here."

Yan Junlan sighed softly, and said: "It seems that there are too many people living here, so you are not the only one who succeeded?"

When he said this, Cheng Weiwei suddenly felt that it was also true.

Although Yan Junlan was deserted, she was very popular because of her handsome appearance.

There are too many people who like him, and it's no wonder Cheng Weiwei feels that he has no confidence.

Tall, short, fat, thin, beautiful, charming, everywhere.

Among those people, Cheng Weiwei is not the best, nor is she the most beautiful, but...she is the most enthusiastic and shameless one!

She was the only one who stalked Yan Junlan, even if she was rejected or thrown out, she still stuck to her.

Therefore, Cheng Weiwei often can't tell whether Yan Junlan treats her a little differently, or just reluctantly agrees with her because she is annoying her.

Cheng Weiwei hugged him, and even this warm touch made her feel unreal.

"Am I... Am I dreaming?" She asked in a low voice.

Yan Junlan was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm dreaming."

Cheng Weiwei was startled, raised his head, and stared at him blankly for a while.

After all, Yan Junlan is not a person who knows how to joke. He said it so seriously, which really made Cheng Weiwei somewhat suspicious.

She raised her hand and pinched the boy's cheek.

Seeing the man frowning, she asked, "Will it hurt?"

Yan Junlan said helplessly, "Yes."

Cheng Weiwei was a little happy, "Does that mean this is not a dream?"

Yan Junlan shook her head and said, "It's only useful if you pinch yourself."

The man pinched his face foolishly, and the pain came, but the man was not bothered by the pain at all, instead he laughed happily and said: "It will hurt, it will hurt, it's not a dream."

Looking at her appearance, Yan Junlan couldn't help sighing, "What a fool."

Cheng Weiwei pursed her lips angrily, and said, "Why are you scolding me, I'm not a fool!"

Yan Junlan said, "A fool never admits that he is a fool."

The man was so angry that he ignored him.

After a long time, she came back to her senses and said, "You're lying to me! You still said it was a dream, but it's clearly not."

Yan Junlan fell silent, and said after a long time, "I hope this is a dream."