After rebirth, the big guy always wants to occupy me

Qi Zhanxing finished processing the documents. He passed Qiao Zhiyu's room and found that there was no light in it.

"Where is she?"

The captain of the bodyguard who had just reported to him in detail what happened at Qiao's house today quickly took out his walkie talkie and asked his subordinates.

Ten seconds later, the captain of the bodyguard turned off the walkie talkie and looked worried.

"Miss Qiao is in the wine cellar."

Qi Zhanxing thought of the origin of those daughters and frowned: "how long have you been in?"

"Three hours."

“……”

Qi Zhanxing's green veins on his forehead began to jump again.

He waved helplessly.

"I'll have a look. You don't have to follow."

The wine cellar of Qi house is located on the negative second floor at the corner of the main building. Qi Zhanxing is not addicted to wine. Usually, few people set foot in it except the servants.

Before Qi Zhanxing approached, he heard a burst of crying, accompanied by a strong aroma of wine.

He paused, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and opened the recording software.

Qiao Zhiyu, who was holding the wine jar and crying, heard the movement of opening the door. He looked up hazily with tears and stared at Qi Zhanxing for a long time before pulling the corners of his mouth and smiling.

"Qi, Qi Zhanxing, you're here."

"It's so ugly." Qi Zhanxing dragged a high chair from the bar and sat down in front of Qiao Zhiyu. His two legs were long and there was nowhere to put them. "Don't laugh if you don't want to."

Qiao Zhiyu blinked blankly. He didn't know if he understood. He just got up and stuffed the half empty wine jar into Qi Zhanxing's hand.

"Come on, drink!"

"..." Qi Zhanxing scolded a dirty word secretly, freeing one hand to hold the staggering woman, "go back to bed."

"I don't sleep! My mother and grandpa are gone. What else do you sleep?"

Qi Zhanxing knew that he couldn't reason with the drunkard, but when he heard such words that had no logical connection, he still didn't have a good way: "whether you sleep or not has anything to do with your mother?"

Qiao Zhiyu glared at him discontentedly: "and my grandfather! Why don't you mention my grandfather?"

"..." Qi Zhanxing covered his forehead and held back his temper. "It has nothing to do with your grandfather."

"Nonsense! How can I have nothing to do with my grandfather? He is my own grandfather! Qiao Weijun is Qiao Zhiyu's own grandfather, and Qiao Zhiyu is Qiao Weijun's most precious granddaughter!"

Qi Zhanxing was suddenly a little speechless.

He looked at Qiao Zhiyu, who began to shed tears again. The impatience and impatience that had just lingered in his heart disappeared, and an emotion similar to pity gradually became clear.

"You..."

Before the words of comfort were said, Qiao Zhiyu suddenly bent down, picked up the cup and gulped two mouthfuls. The clear wine slid down the corner of her mouth to her neck, and finally disappeared in her collar.

Qi Zhanxing found that Qiao Zhiyu's clothes were almost soaked with wine. At this time, they were wet and clinging to her, outlining the exquisite curve of a woman.

Qi Zhanxing: "

——Pop.

Qiao Zhiyu threw the empty glass to the ground. From the splashing glass slag, we can see that she threw the milk into the glass.

"It's a pity that Qiao Zhiyu is a fool! Big fool! He doesn't know people clearly, he's stupid and has no conscience! Qiao Zhiyu doesn't deserve to be grandpa's good granddaughter. Qiao Zhiyu is a waste!"

"..." Qi Zhanxing's scolding was forced back by Qiao Zhiyu's tears.

He took two deep breaths, put aside the wine jar in his hand, and then dragged the drunkard who was about to step on the glass slag into his arms.

"Be honest."

Qiao Zhiyu struggled fruitlessly and stared at the wine jar on the ground for a moment. Then he turned his head and stared at Qi Zhanxing with sad eyes.

"Why don't you drink? Do you look down on me?"

Qi Zhanxing: "..." where are these rogue lines from?

"I knew you looked down on me."

Qiao Zhiyu lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes fell down along his cheeks. The frequently trembling eyelash feathers seemed to be directly drawn on Qi Zhanxing's heart tip, numb and itchy.

His Adam's apple rolled unnaturally and his voice was hoarse: "you're really stupid."

"..." Qiao Zhiyu cried even more.

Qi Zhanxing smiled angrily.

How dare you? I don't understand anything else, but scold her?

Qi Zhanxing at this end is still silent, and Qiao Zhiyu at the other end has been resurrected in a second.

She stretched her arms, stretched her upper body, held a wine jar, and looked eagerly at Qi Zhanxing.

"I'm stupid. Then Qi Zhanxing, do you want to drink with the fool?"

Qi Zhanxing doesn't want to drink at the moment. He just wants to put a stupid wine madman in place.

"No."

Qiao Zhiyu looked lost: "I'll drink it myself."

She rubbed the wine jar with no focus in her eyes.

"My mother said that these wines are reserved for dinner when I get married, but I probably can't get married in my life. I also thought that although our relationship is not normal, you are qualified to drink this wine with me."

She paused for a long time, holding her Qi Zhanxing, but she breathed heavily.

Joe was unaware of the language.

"My mother might be happy to see us drinking together?"

"But you won't drink..."

She muttered to herself.

"Forget it."

"Hold your wine jar." Qi Zhanxing gave a hoarse advice, and then stood up with Qiao Zhiyu in his arms.

The man's strength is really frightening. Even with only one arm clasping Qiao Zhiyu, he can walk smoothly and easily.

He stood in front of the bar and took out a set of rum cups from the corner cabinet.

"If you don't have a suitable one, make do with it first?"

Slide the clear liquor into the glass.

Qi Zhanxing motioned Qiao Zhiyu with his eyes to pick up the cup.

Qiao Zhiyu struggled to the ground, vaguely carrying the cup to his mouth.

Qi Zhanxing held her wrist and bowed his head close.

"Give it to me."

Qiao Zhiyu vaguely felt that this posture was wrong, but his brain paralyzed by alcohol could not turn that tendon anyway.

"Are you willing to drink?" she couldn't help smiling. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of soft joy. "This wine has been buried for more than 20 years. It's a month younger than me. It's delicious."

Qi Zhanxing stared at her smiling face and felt inexplicably blocked.

He drank the wine by Qiao Zhiyu's hand, but didn't swallow it in his mouth. He just lowered his upper body and covered Qiao Zhiyu's lips, gently crossing his daughter's red half.

"HMM." Qiao Zhiyu's cheeks were flushed by the warm wine. He only felt that this half mouthful of wine was stronger than the previous jars of wine.

Qi Zhanxing's breath is short, his hands are on Qiao Zhiyu's side, and his eyes are focused.

"Satisfied?"

Qiao Zhiyu leaned faintly against the bar. After a while, he pointed to the pile of wine jars on the ground and said, "there's more over there. I have to finish drinking."

"..." Qi Zhanxing looked at the seventeen or eight unopened jars on the ground and hesitated for two seconds between calling an ambulance and directly stunning Qiao Zhiyu.

"Drink those later."

"No!" Qiao Zhi's mouth shriveled, and he was going to play wine crazy again.

Qi Zhanxing's head is about to explode.

"Keep it for dinner."