School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 143 Why are you carrying me behind your back?
"who said it."

Fighting back against him unconvinced, the stubbornness in Qiyue's bones arose, and he insisted on drinking a bottle of beer as plain water.

"Uh……."

Hiccupping uncomfortably, a blush appeared on her fair and tender cheeks, and she began to feel slightly dizzy.

"Baji, baji." He ate a bunch of barbecued meat, and drank beer after glass with him.

"Don't drink." Nangong Han pulled the wine glass in her hand, and saw that her movements had begun to scatter. It seemed that she was really too strong to drink, and she wanted to be brave in front of him.

"I can still drink." He stretched out his hand to take back the cup, but his whole body couldn't lift his strength.

"Go back, you're drunk." Reluctantly, he dragged her away from the roadside stall.

"I'm not drunk, I still want to drink." Most Qiyue tugged at him willfully, with a drunken tone, her cheeks were as hot as if they had been burned by fire.

Carrying her on his back, walking on the deserted road, the cold wind whizzed by and the leaves swayed.

"Grandpa, why are you carrying me behind your back?"

Most Qiyue behind him rubbed his silver-white hair restlessly, and said happily.

"Grandpa, do you know? That big devil is just like you, with white hair, but hehe, he is not as good as you, he always bullies me, I hate him..."

Nangong Han's displeased face became even more gloomy. This drunk started talking nonsense. Is he really that bad in her heart?

After finally carrying her back to the bedroom and putting her down, she was still talking nonsense.

"Hee hee. Who are you?"

Most Qiyue put her arms around his neck, grinning, her eyes were clouded, she seemed really drunk.

Blinking his eyes, how could the boy in front of him be so handsome?With black eyebrows, a straight nose, and tightly closed thin lips, the expression in his... eyes is very gentle, soft like cotton candy.

"Yi, Yimo..."

In my impression, such a gentle expression is the image of Feng Yimo, only he has such a gentle expression.

His eyes darkened in an instant, Feng Yimo must have a certain place in her heart, otherwise, if she was drunk, she could forget who he was, but she couldn't forget Feng Yimo's name.

Originally, his world was like a bright weather, but because of her simple name, it suddenly turned into a violent storm and became gray.

Why, his eyes were full of grief, and finally Qiyue's heart ached.

"Uh."

With hands around his neck, he was pulled closer, a kiss gently covered his cold thin lips.

The first time she took the initiative to kiss him, it was because she was drunk and treated him like Feng Yimo, which was ironic...

The whole person seemed to be dragged into a bottomless cliff, he could not struggle, he could not escape, he could only surround himself with despair and pain.

The hands around her neck were loosened, and her head fell heavily on the pillow, her eyes closed tightly.

The cold big hand gently stroked her sleeping face, seriously experiencing the wonderful feeling of being close to her skin, for a long time, unwilling to leave...

The next day.

Most Qiyue lazily stretched her waist and looked at the window. It was already sun-baked.

Uh...my head is so heavy, I just remember going out to barbecue with Nangong Han last night, and then she drank beer, and then...the memory was interrupted, she was drunk, and I couldn't remember other things.

After washing, she went to the hall.

Nangong Han and his mother were chatting and laughing, why, they looked very harmonious?

(End of this chapter)