People are rejoicing: My childhood sweetheart is Qiao Yingzi

Chapter 93 Don't leave!
Fang Yifan, who was being stared at, couldn't help but feel his vest sweating slightly. He felt extremely regretful now. Knowing that Yingzi would say such things after drinking, he didn't want those cans of wine even if they were given to him for free.

The most important thing is that it would be fine if what Yingzi said was true, but he didn't even take a shower yesterday, so how could he go to the bathroom?Not to mention kissing and touching her, this girl fell asleep yesterday, clinging to him like an octopus, and he didn't move much the whole night.

Eh?etc!Parents are at home?They were all in the hotel yesterday. Where were the parents? This girl must be dreaming.

The more Fang Yifan thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"And, bad guy, you-ugh!"

When Fang Yifan saw that Yingzi was still talking, he quickly covered her mouth, fearing that she would say something cruel again.

"What Yingzi was talking about was the dream last night." He turned around and explained to everyone.

Lin Miaomiao and the three looked at each other: "..."

Of course they heard clearly what Yingzi said, and they basically believed Fang Yifan's explanation, but... listening to Yingzi's description, did Fang Yifan think it was normal to have such a dream?

"Uh... you guys go play first, I will take Yingzi back to the hotel directly." Seeing everyone looking at each other in silence, Fang Yifan still felt that Yingzi, who was already extremely drunk, was more important, so he said hello hastily , then carried Yingzi directly out of the door.

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After carrying Yingzi back to her room, Fang Yifan dragged his tired body and packed everything for Yingzi. After placing a trash can beside Yingzi's bed, he went to the bathroom to take a bath to relieve the smell of alcohol.

Just as he was about to turn around, he immediately felt a Rouyi pulling his arm.

Fang Yifan turned to look at Yingzi, who had opened his eyes, and said softly: "What's wrong?"

"You're not allowed to leave." Yingzi said before the blush on her face dissipated.

"I'm not leaving. I'm just going to take a shower. I'll be back soon."

Knowing that Yingzi was still drunk, Fang Yifan talked to Yingzi like he was coaxing a child.

Hearing what Fang Yifan said, Yingzi's hand holding Fang Yifan's arm tightly showed no signs of letting go. She just looked at Fang Yifan and became even more stubborn.

Seeing this, Jing Fang Yifan could only smile helplessly. He knew that Yingzi must be particularly insecure now, so he didn't dare to let him look away.

He took off his shoes and lay down next to Yingzi. Yingzi's hands and feet quickly hugged his waist and thighs in a very cooperative manner, treating Fang Yifan as a human-shaped pillow.

"Hey~! I just hope you don't dislike the smell of alcohol on your body." Looking at Yingzi who was hiding face down in his arms and didn't want to move, Fang Yifan patted her head, and finally said something in a low voice.

"Don't dislike it~, Yingzi likes Fang Hou'er." Dimly, Yingzi's voice came from Fang Yifan's chest, but more voices penetrated his chest and filled his heart.

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A day and night passed by, and the time has come to the next day.

The imperial capital, a scholarly and elegant garden.

Song Qian got up early in the morning and cut into pieces the old hens that had been thawed the night before. She also put various seasonings on the table for easy use.

At this time, the doorbell rang suddenly. Song Qian wiped her hands on her apron and came to the door. Song Qian was not in a hurry to open the door. She first looked out through the peephole and found that Tong Wenjie was standing with something. At the door, she opened the door.

"Song Qian, do you think these things I bought are enough?" As soon as she entered the door, Tong Wenjie looked at Song Qian and asked in high spirits.

After hearing this, Song Qian glanced at the large and small bags Tong Wenjie was carrying, and replied with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'm really sorry to trouble you, come in quickly."

Tong Wenjie changed into slippers and came to the kitchen. When she saw the chicken nuggets that had been processed, she said in surprise: "You have already done it, so fast."

"It's so fast here. When the two children came back today, I got up before dawn and started working on it. You said it's now, can I not finish it?"

"Tsk! If the two children found out about this, they would be moved to death." Tong Wenjie sighed.

"Don't come here. I still have a lot of work for you to do. Don't even think about being lazy!"

"Yes, yes, it is my honor that I, Tong Wenjie, can help you with your work." The two children were coming back, Tong Wenjie was obviously very happy, and joked with Song Qian with a smile. "Huh? Where's your Fangyuan family? Why didn't you come?" Song Qian asked while choosing dishes.

"He is currently busy with his dubbing work. He stays in the recording studio until late every day. Don't talk about me anymore. Where is your Qiao Weidong?"

"He doesn't deserve to be in our family! Don't be disgusted with me!"

Hearing Song Qian's words, Tong Wenjie couldn't help but paused while choosing the food, and then asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Didn't I see that you got along well with each other a few days ago?"

"Oh! Didn't I do it for Yingzi at that time? The doctor said that the cause of Yingzi's illness was me and Qiao Weidong, so can I not pretend to reconcile with him for Yingzi's sake?"

"But after Yingzi left a few days ago, didn't I still see him wandering downstairs every day?"

"Who knows what he thinks, otherwise I would ask you to buy groceries for me? Why don't I let that guy block me?"

"Huh? Just because he is downstairs, you dare not go out? This is not Song Qian's style." Tong Wenjie couldn't help laughing when she heard the reason why Song Qian asked her to help buy groceries.

"I, I'm not afraid! I'm just too lazy to argue with him!" Song Qian's voice was a little nervous, which was instantly caught by Tong Wenjie, but knowing that her best friend had a bad reputation, she just smiled in her eyes and did not say it out loud. .

At this time, Song Qian's door was knocked again. Tong Wenjie glanced at Song Qian, a little surprised, "The children are back so soon?"

"No, their flight is still early, so they are probably still sleeping in." Song Qian calmed down and analyzed.

"That's... Qiao Weidong?" Tong Wenjie guessed.

"Shut your crow's mouth!"

With that said, Song Qian came to the door and looked out through the peephole, but saw nothing.

no one?Song Qian opened the door with some confusion. Suddenly, an arm stretched out from the crack of the door.

Song Qian was startled all of a sudden and slammed the door tightly.

boom--!
"Ahhh!"

With a scream like a slaughtered pig, Qiao Weidong, wearing a striped suit, squeezed in from the middle of the door, rolling on the ground in pain.

Song Qian: "..."

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Song Qian's room, living room.

Sitting on a chair next to the dining table, Qiao Weidong took off his striped suit, revealing the blue marks on his arms, grinning hoarsely in pain.

Song Qian found some ointments from the bedroom that could activate blood clots and throw them in front of Qiao Weidong, making a crisp sound when they collided with the table.

Qiao Weidong looked at the overturned medicine bottle, and couldn't help but feel a touch of bitterness in his heart.

Grabbing a bottle filled with medicine, Qiao Weidong picked it up and faced Song Qian.

"Why do you still want me to apply medicine on you? Don't you think you're worthy?"

"..."

"Help me twist the bottle cap! I can't move my other hand." Qiao Weidong had a look of grievance on his face.

Song Qian: "·······"

(End of this chapter)