No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Fu Yanci was wearing black trousers, the hem of the white shirt was tied up in the trousers by a black belt, the cuffs were pulled up to the elbow, and even the gold cufflinks were folded up.

He knelt on one knee on the bed, supported Zhao Zhixi's back and legs with his strong arms, and laid his body back on the bed.

Zhao Zhixi was obviously so drunk that he couldn't even walk and couldn't do anything but giggle.

Fu Yanci wanted to put her away, then call a few waitresses to help her change into her pajamas, and wipe her face briefly, but just as she put it down, fat arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.

When Zhao Zhixi first followed Fu Yanci, she was very thin, but in just a few months, she was raised to be white and fat, and it also depends on her being able to eat and sleep, without any troubles.

"Let go." Fu Yanci said softly, his slender fingers already holding her fleshy wrist.

But the little man on the bed smiled even brighter: "Fu Yanci, do you want to kiss me?"

"No." Fu Yanci replied with a good temper.

"You're lying, that's how it's played on TV." Zhao Zhixi retorted with great confidence, and with good reasons.

Fu Yanci was still full of patience, and explained in a good-tempered manner: "It's really not, you let go first."

"Then can I kiss you?" The little man on the bed chattered endlessly.

"No." Fu Yanci knelt on one knee on the bed, unable to hold himself up any longer.

After all, I have just recovered after sitting in a wheelchair for many years, and I can't move freely like ordinary people.

"I'll give it a try, just for a moment." Zhao Zhixi was talking, his arms were already exerting force, he forcefully pushed Fu Yanci back on the bed, and Bawang bowed hard and kissed him.

In front of Zhao Zhixi, Fu Yanci could be described as having no strength to restrain a chicken, and he was easily grasped. His soft lips were crushed on his lips, and he even licked them with his little tongue from time to time.

"Do you feel it?" The little man on his body stared at him curiously, question marks filled his big almond eyes.

Fu Yanci knew that this girl only kissed him out of curiosity and being drunk. She had no concept of love between men and women in her mind.

She doesn't have the concept of love between a man and a woman, it doesn't mean he doesn't have a normal physiological reaction, even if he doesn't drink alcohol, he feels that his breath is full of alcohol, and he is so drunk.

"Have you finished the trial?" Fu Yanci's voice became hoarse, and he didn't even notice it.

"It's over." The little girl lost interest, rolled over from him, and lay on the bed with her legs up, squinting her eyes and trying to sleep.

Fu Yanci immediately sat up and strode towards the wheelchair at the door. When he sat firmly, he realized that the little girl on the bed had fallen asleep.

He didn't call the waitress to come over to torment her anymore, he just let her roll on the bed and fell asleep, and he quietly backed out.

He couldn't go back to the restaurant, he might have to take a cold shower, the blood of a 30-year-old man is not easy to suppress.

……

restaurant.

Second Miss Qiao has a bit of a capacity for alcohol, but when she is in a bad mood, she is prone to getting drunk. After only one drink, she feels a little dizzy. She can only eat food with her eyes downcast, so as not to let people see that she is drunk.

The table was full of seafood. Normally, she would have been happy. But now that her spleen and stomach were weak, she didn't even have much appetite. She only used her chopsticks to hold a few grains of rice and put it into her mouth.

Mr. Shao behaved elegantly at all times, and he was willing to speak when he put down his chopsticks: "Why, it doesn't suit your appetite?"

The content is perfectly normal, and the tone is just right between friends.

"No." Second Miss Qiao didn't have Mr. Shao's ability, but she tried her best to act nonchalantly, so that Mr. Shao would not laugh at her anymore.

Shao Rongqian glanced at the time: "I still have work to do, take your time."

There is still a limited edition watch on her wrist, which is very expensive, but Miss Qiao Er feels sore when she looks at it.

"En." Qiao Mengyu responded lightly, without looking up, the rice grains on the chopsticks rolled and ran back into the bowl.

Shao Rongqian really got up and left, his pure black suit mixed with the warm night, and he quickly escaped from sight.

Only then did Qiao Mengyu put down his chopsticks and stared at the glass wine container in a daze, feeling sore and bitter in his heart, more unbearable than the taste of soup and medicine.

She wondered if getting drunk could solve all her worries...

But there are always times when you are awake, and when you are awake, how should you deal with yourself?

She understood very clearly and knew that Mr. Shao had no longer cared about her, but she couldn't control her emotions and wanted to drink another glass of wine, as if she was addicted.

The clear liquid runs across the throat, with a warm aftertaste. A good wine is like a gentleman, with a long aftertaste without losing its color.

Ms. Qiao Er has always been a person with style, and she also likes to compose poems when she is in a mood. She supports the dining table with one arm, rests one cheek with her palm, and looks out at the melting night.

I don't know when, the clear brilliance of the moonlight disappeared, and white snowflakes were flying one after another, which looked crystal clear against the dim light of the corridor outside.

It's snowing, the first snow of this winter.

Ms. Qiao Er squinted her fox eyes in a drunken way, stood up while supporting the table, walked slowly to the porch, and stretched out her hand, only to find that there was not only snow, but also a drizzle of rain.

The heating in the restaurant was fully turned on, and she was only wearing a thin sweater and fleece jeans underneath, which were not thick enough to withstand the cold outside.

She looked at the bare trees in the courtyard, it was deserted, and there was not even a crow. She looked at it, and suddenly there was a big black skeleton umbrella in her sight. The tall man was holding the umbrella handle, walking He walked steadily towards her.

I don't know if she was drunk, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the face of the person who came, and she could only vaguely see a pure black suit.

His thoughts seemed to fly back to not long ago in an instant, and Shao Rongqian seemed to be like this, holding a black umbrella to protect her by his side.

The white sneakers stepped on the snow water, and the leather fabric was splashed with countless fine water droplets. The snow melted on the ground, and the potholes were covered with mud and water stains.

Second Miss Qiao raised her face up, letting the biting chill hit her face, only then did she realize that there was no black umbrella there, and there was only a lonely figure under the dim wall lamp.

It's really cold in Beijing in December, and it's even colder with the cold wind at night. It's the biting kind. Miss Qiao Er stood in the rainy and snowy night, shivering from the cold, but she refused to move a step , with only a pair of blurred eyes, leaning against the century-old tree in the courtyard.

She groped around for a long time, as if she was looking for her mobile phone, but she had long forgotten it. She was in a hurry when she came out, so she didn't bring it with her at all. Her consciousness was vague, and she felt that the mobile phone was bullying her, and she had to be by her side when she needed it. .

When the waitress came to clean up the restaurant, she saw Miss Qiao Er leaning against the tree trunk, looking up at the sky with tears in her eyes, wearing only a thin knitted sweater.

Such a beautiful woman, I am afraid that no man will not like it.

The waitress thought about it, and kindly came over and asked, "Miss Qiao, do you need help?"

Miss Qiao Er was unresponsive, and it took a while to turn her face to the waiter, her voice was very hoarse: "Can I use your mobile phone?"

She didn't know how she took the phone, and she didn't know how to dial it out. In short, there were only two beeps in her ears, and the voice was deep and hoarse: "Who is it?"

"It's so cold..." Second Miss Qiao leaned against the tree trunk, her consciousness was already blurred, and she breathed feebly by instinct.