Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 216 Is Lao Tzu Great?

After a long while, Si Zhengting moved closer to the phone, took a sip of alcohol: "Well, yes, do you want to pick me up? I seem to be drunk...I can only think about you."

Across the phone, Su Lingling's speechless eyes couldn't be hidden: "...you're crazy."

He retorted sullenly, "I'm drunk."

"You know you're drunk, so you're not too drunk."

His tone seemed to be a bit of a joke, but it was stronger and could not be refused, "Come and pick me up, downstairs at your house."

Hearing these words, she immediately got out of bed, ran to the window in two or three steps, didn't even have time to put on her shoes, and didn't care about the coldness slowly creeping up on the soles of her feet, she opened the curtains and looked out. It was already dark, as if it was going to rain, so it was not decorated with the stars of the past, but the street lights were still lit downstairs, and the bustling night scene of Beicheng was in the distance.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, but was speechless: "...you are sick."

"I'm drunk, something might happen..."

The last breath was slightly heavy, and another noise suddenly came from his end——

"Damn it, you're blocking my way, where did you come from in the middle of the night, a stinky drunk?"

Hearing this, Si Zhengting raised his eyebrows, his voice was low and gloomy, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Beep beep..."

When the call came here, it was hung up.

Su Lingling raised her brows unconsciously, stared at the phone carefully for a few seconds, and finally sighed helplessly. After that, she stepped on her slippers, put on a coat, and hurried downstairs.

She thought, he must not die here.

So fucking unlucky.

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There was a strong wind outside, and a gust of wind hit you head-on.

Her long hair, which had just woken up, was blown into a mess.

Brushing away the broken hair that captivated the eyes, he saw Si Zhengting at a glance.

He stood at the door, leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette.

The whole person is deeply immersed in the dim and unknown light, and the back is a little more lonely.

"Si Zhengting." She called his name.

But he didn't react in the slightest, he remained motionless, as if time had stood still.

Only the smoke in the hand is scattered with the wind.

Seeing that he has not agreed for a long time.

Su Lingling wrapped her coat tightly, walked towards him slowly, and stopped within walking distance.

Jade finger pinches the cigarette in his hand and asks: "Didn't you hear?"

At this time, Si Zhengting seemed to have finally come back to his senses. He turned his head slightly to look at her, and after his eyes stayed on her for a long time, he smiled softly, "I heard you."

She frowned slightly: "So, you didn't want to do it on purpose?"

But he shook his head, "I thought you wouldn't come down." After a pause, he casually twirled the black gold diamond ring between his fingers, "I'm afraid it's just a dream, if I promise, it will be gone."

"..."

She stubbed out the cigarette, and suddenly noticed the purple scar on his forehead, and asked indifferently: "Did you fight?"

In the last few seconds of the call, he seemed to have an argument with someone?
Si Zhengting raised his eyebrows noncommittally, then suddenly lowered his head and approached her, with a faint cynical tone in his tone, "How is it? Isn't I very powerful?"

Then the slightly strong smell of wine came to the nostrils.

Su Lingling pushed him away with a palm, frowned in disgust, "It stinks to death."

But he insisted on asking for her answer like a child, "Isn't I very good?"

She laughed suddenly, and there was a hint of frivolity in her watery eyes, and said in a charming voice on purpose: "Well, it's amazing, it's all painted on your face, can you not be amazing?"

(End of this chapter)