I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 117

It was the first time he had seen people get drunk like this after drinking a low-concentration cocktail.

Now how to do?
Bian Jichen frowned tightly, now in a dilemma, he dared not touch Jiang Chacha's other places with his hands at all.

The air conditioner in the store was fully turned on. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but even through the material of the uniform, he felt that her body was a little hot.

Jiang Chacha knew she was wrong, looked at his face cautiously, and said in a low voice: "Student Bian, what should I do, I don't have any strength in my body right now..."

Now let her go down and walk a few steps, she will feel weak and her legs can't stand up.

Bian Jichen remained silent, his hand passed her and he put down his wine glass.

At this time, the clerk stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

He was cold, and his voice was cold, "Why are there cocktails here?"

It's true that the clerks didn't think well. The usual customers like to drink cocktails, and they will try their best to meet the needs of customers, but considering their student attire, naturally they can't drink alcohol.

However, this is indeed a very low alcohol cocktail.

I just didn't expect this young lady to be so sensitive to alcohol...

The situation was so serious that even the store manager came over.

Jiang Chacha shook her hands quickly, "Don't be nervous, blame me, I should have smelled alcohol early in the morning..."

Bian Jichen was on the side, his face was unclear.

He looked at his watch, "Have you finished picking? We should go back."

After the clerk apologized, he held the two pairs of high heels again and asked cautiously, "I don't know which pair do you like, Miss?"

Bian Jichen looked at Jiang Chacha.

Her eyes were red and she was still confused.

Bian Jichen suddenly felt a headache.

He looked at the high heels held in the hands of the two shop assistants.

Thinking of her standing in front of the counter just now, her exquisite eyebrows were slightly frowned, her lower lip was biting, her eyes lingered between the two pairs of shoes, as if she liked them both.

She already had a choice phobia.Don't count on her when she's drunk now.

Seeing that the clerk was still looking at him.

Thinking of her hard-to-break expression just now, Bian Jichen said lightly: "Wrap up both of them."

Next, another problem came.

She couldn't walk, her consciousness became more and more blurred, and her eyes looked like a mentally retarded, not sober.

Bian Jichen had already stood up, and he watched her collapse on the sofa like a lump of mud drunk.

He took out his mobile phone, intending to ask Uncle Chen to come and carry her away, or help her away.

However, as soon as the phone screen turned on, it quickly went dark.

The light in Bian Jichen's eyes was shattered and cold.

Uncle Chen is a servant and a middle-aged man. She is a thousand-dollar lady, so it is really inappropriate for him to hold her.

The clerk had carefully packed both pairs of shoes and handed over the handbag.

Bian Jichen took it and looked back to see Jiang Chacha looking at him with reddish eyes.

His icy heart was touched, like ice cream, quietly melting a small piece.

He pressed his forehead with one hand.

Forget it.

In the evening, at this time of day in the mall, there are many people.

Walking on the road, when carrying Jiang Chacha, there are always many passers-by looking at her frequently.

There is no other reason, the main reason is that the two of them seem to have stepped out of an idol drama, and they are extremely conspicuous.

The two were wearing the uniforms of Shengying Noble School, and they were of extraordinary background at first glance.More importantly, the appearance of the two is also very outstanding.

I saw the indifferent young man with a luxury handbag in his hand. He was more than 1.8 meters tall, but his upper body was slightly bent, afraid that the girl carrying it would fall off, and he turned his eyes sideways from time to time to check her expression.

His facial features seemed to be cut by a knife, with neat and clear lines. He had a handsome face that looked very noble, but his temperament was alienated, like the flower of Gaoling described in the novel.

And the girl on his back is simply the heroine in youth literature.

Unmistakable facial features, long curly hair, as delicate as a doll, skin that can be easily broken, lying on him with eyes closed, as if asleep, too quiet, giving off the feeling of a good girl.

He was so light that he barely felt anything when he held her.

It's just that something soft was pressing on him on his back, and he sank a little.

As he walked, the girl's skirt dangled down and flickered, brushing against his arm from time to time, making it very itchy.

Even though he hated physical contact with her, it was an irrefutable fact that her two slender white legs were resting on his arms.

She didn't know how much body lotion she had to apply every day, and how many times she had to go to beauty parlors every month to maintain her skin so well. Her legs were very soft and slippery, so delicate and smooth that he was afraid he couldn't carry her on his back.

He didn't know what kind of perfume he was wearing, but the scent of her body was lingering in his nostrils.

He was expressionless, calmed down, and tried to walk without being irritable.

She is not heavy and carries with ease.

It's just too compelling all the way.

Bian Jichen saw one or two passers-by secretly holding their mobile phones and photographing them excitedly.

He frowned, not caring about them.

All his thoughts are now on the woman on his back.

She has been silent for several minutes...

Even though Bian Jichen was carrying such a big living person like her on his back, his face remained normal. He walked gracefully and leisurely, every scene was like a scene from an idol drama.

He tilted his chin slightly, his eyes were slightly cold.

He wanted to see if she was still alive.

"Vice president."

No answer.

The woman on the back is still very quiet.

He never thought that she would be so quiet.

Bian Jichen continued walking. He raised his head, glanced at the guide board of the shopping mall, and looked for the direction of the elevator.

He could still seem to hear her breathing, like a domestic kitten breathing.

This time, he called her name.

"Ginger tea."

The head buried on his shoulder finally moved.

She let out a "huh" and said, "I still don't have the strength..."

She looked around her surroundings.

"How did we get out?"

Bian Jichen said in a nonchalant tone, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Chacha tried to move on him, but her limbs were still weak in the end, so she gave up altogether, and she put her head back on his shoulder resignedly, "Where are my shoes?"

Obviously drunk like this, but still remembering the shoes he owed her.

Her person was lying on his body, looking extraordinarily petite, and even her voice was small, like a cloud of waxy sugar mist.

Hearing her voice, my parched throat seemed to taste a strawberry-sweet cocktail.

Bian Jichen's throat rolled.

When she lay on her shoulders, she opened her eyes and saw him.

So he could feel that her eyes were right next to his face, the eyes were beautiful, and the eyelashes were long, as if she would lightly touch his face with a flap.

His face was still cold, and he would not give her a good look because of her fragile appearance after drinking.His voice was cold and stiff, "I didn't buy it."

(End of this chapter)