Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 49 I only have feelings for you
Song Qiyan frowned, and went to the restaurant with Jin Zhaodong, without squinting his eyes when passing by the door.

Qiao Nianzhao stood alone at the door, with a cold night wind blowing behind him.

She looked at Song Qiyan's tall and straight back, remembering the way he stared at Jin Ziqi absent-mindedly just now, her fingers clenched into fists, but after a while, she let go and walked towards the restaurant.

It's just that the palms of Ben's fair hands both left shocking nail marks...

When Jin Ziqi sent Jin XX upstairs to wash and sleep, Song Qiyan and Jin Zhaodong were talking happily.

The two men kept clinking glasses, and bottle after bottle of red wine was opened.

When Jin Ziqi went downstairs, he saw Song Qiyan pull out the chair and stand up, his tall figure swaying a little.

Jun's face was also quite drunk, and the brows between his handsome brows were furrowed because of the discomfort of being drunk.

"Qiyan, you are drunk, let me send you back home!"

Jin Zhaodong glanced around with sleepy eyes while hiccupping, and when Qiao Nianzhao came to help him, he said, "Zhaoer, take Mr. Song home first!"

Qiao Nianzhao peeked at Song Qiyan who was leaning on the back of the chair with one hand and covering his forehead with the other, his eyes flashed with embarrassment, and he hesitated to step forward after getting Su Ningxue's acquiescence.

"Mr. Song, you are drunk, I will take you home!"

It's just that before Qiao Nianzhao's white and slender fingers touched Song Qiyan's wheat-colored arm with his sleeves rolled up, Song Qiyan avoided it and staggered a step back.

The bottom of the drunken eyes is sneering like an icepick, but the corner of the mouth is curved upward: "I am not crippled or disabled, and I don't need help."

After finishing speaking, he directly picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair, and walked past the pale Qiao Nianzhao to the door.

When Jin Ziqi stepped down the last step, Song Qiyan happened to walk in front of her. He stopped, turned around slightly, stared at her with blurred eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Then, in front of the four pairs of eyes of the whole room, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Jin Ziqi's slender wrist.

"You..." Jin Ziqi opened his mouth in surprise, but was speechless.

Song Qiyan smiled mysteriously at her, and then turned to look at Jin Zhaodong who was also drunk: "Uncle, the key cannot be inserted into the keyhole for a drunk person, please Miss Jin to open the door for me!"

As soon as Song Qiyan uttered these words, it was not Jin Zhaodong who responded first.

Qiao Nianzhao bit his lip, his eyes were slightly red, as if he had been humiliated, he turned and ran upstairs.

The drunk Jin Zhaodong didn't care about Qiao Nianzhao, he stared blankly at Song Qiyan and then at Jin Ziqi, his head was muddled.

Originally, this was the request of the meat bun to beat the dog with no return. If Jin Zhaodong was sober, he would never agree.

But now it is a special situation and special treatment, Jin Zhaodong froze for a while and then boldly agreed.

With Su Ningxue's support, she did not forget to kindly tell Jin Ziqi who was about to refuse: "Xiao Qi, send Qiyan off, watch the road carefully when it is dark!"

Jin Ziqi only felt his wrist tighten, and Song Qiyan looked at himself with a triumphant smile in his mouth, turned his face away in embarrassment, and heard Su Ningxue's order: "Send Mr. Song home and come back early."

Facing Su Ningxue's concerned gaze, Jin Ziqi dispelled his complicated emotions and nodded: "I see."

The villas of the Jin family and the Yuan Lin family were built next to each other, separated by a wall decorated with flower gardens.

In less than 2 minutes, Jin Ziqi sent Song Qiyan to the door.

"The door is already open, you should rest early!"

Jin Ziqi put the key back into Song Qiyan's hand, turned around and was about to walk down the steps to go home.

As soon as she lifted her foot, her body was pulled back by a force that was too powerful to fight back, and a black shadow covered her like lightning.

Song Qiyan propped his hands on the wall at the door, trapping her between himself and the wall, the faint smell of tobacco on his body mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the narrow space.

His deep and tense black pupils captured the expression on her face, and suddenly bent down with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Jin Ziqi was so startled that he subconsciously tilted his head back, and slammed his head heavily against the hard wall.

On Song Qiyan's retina was her embarrassing appearance, staring at her with a half-smile, without moving her face away.

He tilted his head slightly, and the hot and wine-scented wind blew into her sensitive cochlea: "Angry? Huh?"

"No." Jin Ziqi turned his head and replied lightly.

Without even asking what he was referring to, he directly gave a negative answer.

With such a willful tone, you still say you are not angry?
"It was your sister who talked to me first, and I didn't want to pay attention to her." Song Qiyan lowered his head and locked her eyes tightly: "I have no feelings for other women except you."

Song Qiyan's deep and nasal voice made Jin Ziqi stand there in a daze at the confession he said.

"Don't you believe it?" Song Qiyan examined Jin Ziqi's silent but furrowed eyebrows, and also frowned, and suddenly stretched out his hand to bring Jin Ziqi into his arms: "I really only have reactions to you!"

Jin Ziqi was suddenly pulled into Song Qiyan's arms, and she almost cried out, because she clearly felt something hard against her lower abdomen!
Such a shameful hug made her face turn red instantly, and the drunk man, who didn't know whether it was naive or a rascal, still hugged her relentlessly: "Jin Ziqi, I feel so uncomfortable whenever I see you—"

His arms were constantly tightening, and the turbid and hoarse voice sounded in her ears again: "I'm sorry, this time, I really can't bear it."

These words made Jin Ziqi's whole body boil hot, and it was the first time in these years that he realized what lust is.

He lifted her chin, the beautiful flickering eyelashes, and the beautiful touch of the chin to his rough fingertips made Song Qiyan's forehead feel hot, and his eyes became darker as he looked at her.

"Jin Ziqi, live with me, I will treat you well—"

Following the strength of his fingers, Jin Ziqi looked up into his intense and drunken eyes.

"do you like me?"

In the silent night, there was only Jin Ziqi's proud question.

Song Qiyan frowned slowly, and looked at Jin Ziqi disapprovingly: "Why would I want to marry you if I don't like it?"

"Then what do you like about me?"

Song Qiyan was confused by Jin Ziqi's aggressive questioning, and his mind was so dull after being drunk that he couldn't turn around.

However, Jin Ziqi had already raised his hand and knocked off his hand on his chin, turned his head and walked down: "Forget what you said tonight, we are still friends."

Song Qiyan looked at Jin Ziqi's back submerged in the night, turned angrily into the room, and kicked the door.

Throwing the coat on the sofa, he sat there sulking.

friend?Who wants to be Nashi Laozi's friend with her!

(End of this chapter)