He is paranoid sweet

Chapter 12

After drinking for three rounds, the table was in a mess.

A group of people were playing some boring games, and Jiang Ci sat in the middle, as if chosen by the god of mildew, and every time he turned the bottle, he was referring to her.

Jiang Ci, who didn't want to choose the truth, could only drink one cup after another under the tumult of the crowd.

The wine dripped into the deep collarbone, and the thin lips were soft and red with a few drops of wine, and a cloud of deep red spread from the two dimples, and the drunken eyes were hazy.

Qiao Si sat far away, as if separated from the hustle and bustle of the surroundings, in a quiet place alone.

The gaze of the eyes, from the beginning to the end, stays on a person.

Looking at Jiang Ci surrounded by the crowd, Fei Chan felt a slight itching in his heart.

I have to say that Jiang Ci is a bit too beautiful. Looking at the entire entertainment industry, there are really countless people who are more beautiful than her.

Fei Chan lowered his voice, and whispered beside Qiao Si, "Shen Si, are you familiar with Jiang Ci?"

Qiao Si's black eyes were emotionless, her thin lips moved slightly, "I'm not familiar with you."

Fei Chan's eyes darkened slightly, as if he felt a little regretful, "I wanted to inquire about it."

Pursing his thin lips lightly, Sishen, who had always been silent, made a shocking conversation, and said indifferently, "What are you asking?"

Fei Chan's face was blushing, and he said hesitantly, "Don't you think she is too good-looking...Although Chen Qianran is also good-looking, but in front of her, she pales in comparison."

"Hmm... so?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, and set his sights on Fei Chan.

This look...

Overcast and slightly cold.

It's frustrating to see.

He swallowed his saliva and worked up his courage, "So I thought I could try."

The man raised his thin lips slightly, "Try what."

Fei Chan said weakly: "Chasing her..."

Under the cold light, the man's shirt was rolled up at the elbow, revealing a well-proportioned forearm of muscle, casually slung on the chair, with a smile on his brow and eyes, and a beautiful arc slightly drawn on his lips, "Try it. "

Fei Chan deciphered another meaning from this sentence.

you try.

Try and die.

Fei Chan felt a cold in his heart, it was terrible.

With a curiosity that is not afraid of death, he asked, "Sishen, do you like Jiang Ci?"

like?

Song Wan'an also asked him such a question.

What was his answer at that time?
Can not remember.

But I vaguely remembered that the paranoid doting that was ready to come out of his chest, wished to hide her deep in his own territory, so that he could not see the light of the sky or human affairs.Look at her frightened expression again.Possessive while affectionate.

Qiao Si held a three-pointed smile, showing hostility and flaunting, "Sooner or later, she will be mine."

! !
He seems to have discovered something incredible! ! ! !

Hormone-prone gods like Jiang Ci, the best black and red?
Oh my god.

What a bloody love story.

"Sister Jiang Ci, you drink too much, eat some mango to relieve the bitter taste in your mouth." Chen Qianran handed Jiang Ci a stack of mango slices.

Jiang Ci was really drunk, and her head was in a daze. She grabbed the mango plate with her little paws, and when she was about to eat, one hand pressed on her red lips, and the other hand took the mango plate away.

Jiang Ci raised his small head, looked at the face under the halo, and smirked, "You look like Qiao Si."

Qiao Si raised an eyebrow.

"Give me something!" Jiang Ci pursed his lips, stretched out his hand, and pointed towards the plate of mangoes.

Qiao Si said in a low voice, "You are allergic and can't eat it."

Jiang Ci bared his little tiger teeth, "Bagaya Road!"

Qiao Si frowned slightly.

Jiang Ci was already so drunk that he passed out, and ordered him angrily, "It's fine if you green me, but you still don't give me anything to eat! You bastard!"

The voice of the word bastard was particularly high, and everyone in the room could hear it clearly.

moment.

The world is quiet.

Everyone is petrified.

There were two shocks.

What?God green you?

What?How dare someone call Sishen a bastard? !
Sishen didn't get angry, but smiled unexpectedly.

He hooked his thin lips, bent over, with an ambiguous distance, "I love you? Huh?"

The voice was hoarse, and it was terribly seductive.

　I was blocked again, and it will be updated tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)