It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 26 Good Night Kiss

"Qinqin."

"Huh?" Lin Qin was rearranging the randomly placed wine bottles.

More than a dozen empty bottles were returned to the side, and the unopened bottles were placed between the two of them.

"Qinqin."

Lin Qin turned her head to look at him while keeping her upper body leaning forward, her usually sober and bright eyes showed the characteristic lazy expression after being slightly drunk.

Yan Shang was stared at by her, the corners of his mouth raised, and he called her again: "Qinqin."

"What's wrong?" She bent her long legs, resting her chin on her knees and tilting her head to look over.

"It's okay." Yan Shang put down his wine glass and stretched out his arms to rub the top of her hair.

What do you keep telling me to do?
Lin Qin blinked in a daze, before realizing that she was already drunk, she picked up the glass and took another two sips.

Yan Shang was hit in the heart by her particularly painful gaze, and wished he could hug the little girl directly into his arms.

Alcohol has always been able to easily magnify the most genuine desires.

It's a pity that he can drink really well, and he was afraid of scaring Lin Qin, so he had to find a topic to divert his attention.

"The grades came out in more than half a month. Have you thought about which school to go to? Imperial University or Beijing University?"

Lin Qin took a sip of the sweet fruit wine, as if moistening his lips with wine, and raised his head slowly after hearing his words.

"Uncle Yan, did you graduate from Imperial University?"

Yan Shang nodded, took the bottle she was drinking and poured the remaining half into his glass.

Lin Qin held the cup and asked in a daze, "What major is more interesting in Imperial University?"

"See what you are interested in." Yan Shang smiled, thinking that he had nothing to do when he was in college and went to other departments to attend lectures all day long.

He suggested: "You can choose one you like first, and go to other colleges to audit in your spare time. According to your learning ability, it is not difficult to change majors."

"Oh." Lin Qin was thoughtful, "I don't want to change my major."

"Why? Do you find it troublesome?"

"Well, waste of time."

"Is there no major you want to study?"

"no."

"No... right?" Yan Shang took the initiative to clink his glass, "How should I say it?"

"It just... feels so simple, I'm not interested." Lin Qin finished drinking the wine in the glass, reached for the bottle on the table just now, only to find that it had been emptied by Yan Shang, and grabbed it from the ground A bottle is ready to be opened.

Yan Shang pressed the bottle opener one step ahead of her, "Qinqin, don't drink today, okay?"

"No, you said you want to drink and lie down." Lin Qin refused, pouting unconsciously in objection.

The common expression of an ordinary little girl being coquettish rarely appeared on her face, and Yan Shang couldn't hold his hand any longer.

"Open it for you, open it for you."

"Can uncle pour you wine?"

"Why do you want to pour it?" She wasn't allowed to open the wine just now.

Yan Shang pushed the table back with a suppressed smile, sat closer to Lin Qin, and coaxed, "I'm afraid I can't drink enough for you, so I'll secretly pour you some more, okay?"

Lin Qin didn't realize that he drank too much, so he nodded seriously: "Fill me up."

"Okay, okay, I'll fill it up for you." Yan Shang pursed his lips and smiled, raised his head to regain his composure after pouring the wine, and asked her, "Have you ever had a drink before?"

"Drink it." Lin Qin had passed the state of being slightly drunk just now, and drank a glass in a few sips a little excitedly.

"How long ago?" While chatting with her, Yan Shang quietly moved the wine bottle on the ground to a distance, covering it with his body.

"Three years ago." Lin Qin put down the glass and looked at him seriously: "I want more, you want to drink too."

"..."

"Drink, drink, drink with you."

"Ok!"

The more Lin Qin drank, the higher she became, and she even felt a little addicted to the feeling that her brain was anesthetized and she didn't need to think.

Maybe people want what they lack.

For example, when her mind is spinning fast, she wants to rest and let her brain relax.

Today I found out that drinking is a very fast way.

"Qinqin?" The two drank more than twenty bottles. Lin Qin's drinking capacity was much better than Yan Shang expected, and even he was a little drunk.

Lin Qin's cheeks were obviously flushed, and he raised his eyelids to stare at him in a dazed way: "Uncle Yan?"

"Why do you keep calling him Uncle Yan?" Yan Shang asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Lin Qin didn't understand.

"Why don't you just call him Uncle and add your surname?" He secretly wanted to get closer, even if it was only a trivial title.

"Because..." Lin Qin made a long ending voice, as if thinking, "Your surname is Yan."

Yan Shang was stunned for a moment, and leaned closer to her shoulders through the drunkenness, imitating Lin Qin's movements and tilting his head to ask.

"Then why don't you remove your surname in the future?"

Lin Qin glanced at his strong arm from the corner of the eye, "Why?"

"There's no reason, I don't want your barking to be so unfamiliar."

"Oh."

Yan Shang seemed to smell the aroma of the little girl, and the smell mixed with fruit wine was particularly intriguing.

He didn't dare to turn his head, looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and said, "Qinqin."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Lin Qin answered casually, even though he was so drunk that his eyes flickered from time to time, he still pried off the bottle cap with his hand.

When Yan Shang heard the voice, he pursed his lips and did not stop her, his eyes still fell on the night scene outside the window.

People are most likely to ruminate on relationship problems when they're drunk, and so was he.

Two voices appeared in my mind, one soberly and restrainedly said that feelings and liking were his own business, and he couldn't let the little girl be affected by the burden, and kept persuading himself to wait for the right time until the relationship with the little girl was deeper One point, wait for Lin Qin to get more used to his company before expressing.

Another voice said that Lin Qin was drunk, even if he said what he wanted, he might not remember it after waking up, so why not take a gamble?
"Yan... Uncle." Lin Qin suddenly grabbed his arm, put his whole palm on the strong bicep, and pinched twice with his five fingers together.

"Qinqin?!" Yan Shang straightened his upper body abruptly, looking over in surprise.

Lin Qin completely gave up thinking and observing, and accused him vaguely: "You ignore me, and you don't drink."

After finishing speaking, he put the glass on the carpet and bent over in front of him, trying to get the wine bottle that had been moved to the outside.

Yan Shang's whole body froze in place, his legs sitting cross-legged did not dare to move, "Qinqin, get up first, uncle will get it for you."

"Oh." Lin Qin failed to find the right direction several times, retracted his hand and groped a few times, propping up his knees and preparing to sit up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, he was rushed to the head by stamina, and his center of gravity tilted to the ground unsteadily.

"Qinqin!" Yan Shang quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her over.

"Huh?" Lin Qin's eyelids became heavy, and he became dizzy after shaking it left and right twice, so he simply followed his strength and fell over directly.

Boom, boom.

Yan Shang's drunkenness dissipated, and he could even hear his own heartbeat clearly.

The skin that was in contact with Lin Qin was extremely hot, and the muscles in his arms were so tense that he rubbed her into his arms for fear of losing control.

He took several deep breaths before he dared to lower his head, and tentatively said, "Qinqin?"

"..." Lin Qin heard it, and thought he had responded in a daze.

She was so drunk that she didn't have the energy to open her eyes, and she couldn't move her body, so she could only hope that Uncle Yan could bring a blanket to cover her, so that she wouldn't catch a cold after sleeping on the ground all night.

Yan Shang closed his eyes heavily, turned his gaze out of the window or a corner or anywhere a few times, his heart was still beating uncontrollably and fast.

Lin Qin seemed to hear an unusual sound, wrinkled his nose, and approached the source of the sound with the help of inertia.

The warm breath was on Yan Shang's chest, and a pair of slender arms were wrapped around his waist.

The beating heart seemed to stand still for a moment.

...

"Qinqin? Are you, are you still awake?"

Yan Shang took a lot of effort to adjust his heart rate, and raised his arm propped on the carpet tentatively.

Lin Qin said "hmm" again with his mind, there was no thought left in his brain, and he was almost in a coma.

Yan Shang held his breath and waited for an unknown amount of time before he carefully supported Lin Qin's shoulders, stretched his numb long legs underneath, and waited until the muscles returned to normal before daring to move Lin Qin slightly, adjust her posture, and let the little girl lie flat on his lap.

Getting Lin Qin drunk was definitely not his original intention...

But what Lin Qin said is right, I'm here... No, I'm drunk...

It shouldn't matter if you let him look at it a few more times... right?
Yan Shang kept his head bowed, his gaze swept over Lin Qin's cheek inch by inch, almost greedily releasing the long suppressed emotion in his eyes.

He has never been more aware than now that as an uncle, he is extremely unqualified and even a little despicable.

But there has never been a moment when I am more eager to express and confide my love, and I am eager to get positive feedback from Lin Qin.

Like two parallel thoughts running side by side, Yan Shang's heart was churning, but he picked up the little girl very gently and sent him slowly into the bedroom.

He bent down to cover Lin Qin with a quilt, and stood still for a long time.

In the end, he was still unable to defeat his selfish desires, so he planted a kiss on Lin Qin's forehead.

Good night, Qinqin.

……

Lin Qin regained consciousness, but before he opened his eyes, there was a burst of pain in the whole brain area.

The pain was mixed with the pain of the brain being torn apart.

She frowned, turned over and changed to a side-lying position, hugged the quilt and curled up for a while, before recovering from the aftermath of the hangover.

How much did you drink last night?
Three years ago, it was also the summer vacation of the year Lin Qin graduated from junior high school. He often went to the boxing gym with his grandparents on his back to fight, and met some "brothers" who were compatible with each other.

But few dared to persuade her to drink, and Lin Qin never drank openly, only thinking that she could drink well.

The judgment of drinking capacity can be regarded as Waterloo in her life.

Lin Qin stood up on the bed with her elbows, rubbed her forehead and walked into the bathroom.

After taking a hot bath, my body seems to be lighter, and my mood is not as irritable as when I just woke up.

She changed into loose, casual clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

There was no one in the living room and dining room, and the door of the master bedroom was still closed.

A note was placed on the coffee table:
Qinqin, breakfast is in the microwave oven, take 3 minutes before eating.

Call the front desk if you want something fresh, and the menu is next to the phone.

I went to the company, came back before lunch, and sent a message to my uncle about what I wanted to eat.

Strict business.

Words are like a person, with a hidden edge.nice.

Lin Qin took the note and walked into the restaurant.

There was also a note on the dining table, roughly the same as the one in her hand, probably because Uncle Yan was worried that she didn't see it and wrote more.

Lin Qin turned on the microwave to look at the breakfast, and then heated up the meal, never thinking of recalling the memory of being drunk last night.

On the contrary, after waking up, Yan Shang, who was a little uncertain how to get along with her, sat in the conference room and was out of his mind, listening to his subordinates' reports carefully on the surface, but actually paying attention to his mobile phone all the time.

If the subordinates in the branch who were nervously dealing with him early in the morning knew the truth, they would have to point at them and scold Mr. Yan if their wages were deducted.

Isn't this pure love brain?

But they didn't have a chance, but Lu Wanjiang did.

Yan Shang waited all morning for the phone to finally turn on the screen, and quickly clicked on the message.

Boundless: Lao Yan, you are not at home or in the company, where did you take your eldest niece to play?

Boundless: Are you still a brother? You don't take me when you go out to play!Buddies also need to travel and relax!

Yan Shang's eyes darkened.

Yan: No, get out.

Boundless: ...Are you so angry so early in the morning? ?The confession was rejected by the eldest niece?Or did you find that it was impossible for you and the little girl?
Wanli Wujiang: I didn't mean it. I haven't seen you fall in love so much since we were in kindergarten. It's like something is missing when you meet my eldest niece. How about your grand president Yan's strategizing momentum?Take it out!

Yan: If you don't fall in love, you won't be able to get married for 12 years.

Boundless: No, how can you expose your brother's scars? ?I am encouraging you and expressing my blessings!

Yan: no need

Boundless: Then where do you play?I'll help you chase your eldest niece!
[The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party. 】

Lu Wanjiang: "???"

Hastily Lao Yan you have no heart! !You deserve it for not chasing the little girl!
Yan Shang sat in the company expressionlessly until eleven o'clock and did not hear from Lin Qin, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to return to the hotel.

Although Lu Wanjiang was annoyed, what he said was correct. He couldn't do anything to strategize against Shang Linqin.

Who can maintain self-confidence when they are in love with someone who is naturally emotionally indifferent?
Yan Shang admitted quite frankly on this point that he couldn't.

Lin Qin's headache hadn't completely healed, so after breakfast, he asked the front desk to deliver some fresh fruit, and then found a post-apocalyptic stand-alone game to play on the sofa all morning.

"Qinqin." Yan Shang approached from the gate.

"Uncle Yan." Lin Qin responded habitually, which immediately triggered the incident that Yan Shang asked her to remove her surname last night.

Then he paused, and called again: "Uncle."

Um?The little girl was drunk, remember?
Yan Shang's mood turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, and he smiled and sat next to Lin Qin, a little closer than before.

"What do you want for lunch? Why don't you send a message to uncle?"

Lin Qin paused the game and pointed to the coffee table: "Eat the fruit and forget it."

"Aren't you hungry?" Yan Shang tentatively raised his hand to touch the top of her head, but was not avoided.

"Fortunately."

Lin Qin was indeed used to him touching his hair and hugging his shoulders.

Grandma often does this too, saying that there must be close contact between relatives.

It's not surprising that Uncle Yan cares so much about himself.

Yan Shang didn't know what she was thinking, but the smile on her face became more obvious.

"Go clean up? Take you out to eat delicious food."

"After dinner, stop by to buy some equipment. In the afternoon, I will take you to a hotel near the snow mountain. Let's stay there for one night."

"it is good."

While the two of them were eating and shopping relaxed and happily, Lu Wanjiang landed from a height of thousands of miles with his suitcase.

Before he even walked out of the airport hall, he was patted on the arm.

"Lu Wanjiang?" It was a mature woman's voice.

"Who is it?" He turned around to see the other person clearly, took a few steps back suddenly, and almost turned over the suitcase.

Then exclaimed: "Jiang Rong?!"

"Why are you here?!"

　When I wrote the beginning of this chapter, I wanted to drink some wine to find my feelings, so I opened the last bottle of beer at home, took a sip, and wondered why the beer became so bad, then I looked at the ingredient list and found that it was expired QAQ (today It's also a day to love you guys, pinch n3n tickets, don't take pity on me! Hehe!

　　
　
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