Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Xiaoyu, it's not you who admire Jing's love." when talking about this, Zheng Ningyu sneered coldly and mocked himself back, "of course I know." Wen Jili only glanced at him faintly and continued, "she doesn't love me either. Her favorite is always herself."

There was too much alcohol in the body. Zheng Ningyu's face was damp and red. He burped. He looked at Wen Jili suspiciously. The water vapor was misty in his slender eyes. Wen Jili looked at Zheng Ningyu and asked abruptly, "light rain, Mu Jing, have you cried for her?"

Zheng Ningyu was stunned first, then shook his head. His mind was a little confused, but he still poured beer into his mouth one mouthful at a time. Wen Jili sighed as if he had nothing. His eyes moved back to Zheng Ningyu again, and his voice was very thin. "Qin Jing said that as long as he really loved, he would always cry when he was lovelorn, more or less. I don't know whether this sentence is correct or not."

He touched his eyelids. "You haven't cried. In fact, I haven't cried either."

In turn, Wen Jili carried Zheng Ningyu to drink the beer bottles scattered on the ground and sneered at himself, "sometimes we get drunk. Maybe it's not love."

He stood up slowly and threw the beer bottle in his hand into the river. When the beer bottle fell to the water, Wen Jili pinched his thumb and index finger and said thoughtfully, "Just like Mu Jing, she kept me because she was unwilling. When we pay too much and are out of proportion to the harvest, we will be unwilling. You, me, her and we are all the same type of people. We are proud and wanton, so we can't allow others to ignore our feelings."

I don't know if Wen Jili's words are heard. Zheng Ningyu is still pouring a bottle of beer into his stomach. Wen Jili has already sat back in the river and continues to take out his hand. They are silent again.

When Zheng Ningyu drank almost, Wen Jili smiled and put the machine back in his pocket. Looking at Zheng Ningyu whose face was faint with a thin layer of red, he threw the beer bottle he was still carrying aside.

"Zheng Ningyu, I said you're such an asshole! Laning Xiaomi came to dinner and ended up asking Mu Jing in front of her! If you ask what can't compare with me, it must be your fucking handling of feelings. It's too stupid!"

Zheng Ningyu's demon smiled. After drinking the wine, his lips were more red. Coupled with the faint red of the wine gas on his cheeks, his already feminine face was more beautiful at the moment. He was a little dizzy and took Wen Jili's hand and giggled.

"I know I'm cheap, but I just want to try. Xiaomi, Xiaomi, she's a good girl, but I ~ ~ I really don't feel for her ~ ~ ~ Oh, vomit ~ ~" I vomited out unexpectedly, vomited and smelled Ji away.

The vomit smelled bad. Ji Li's elegant face wrinkled. He pulled Zheng Ningyu to the trash can next to him, held the back of his head, and let his face face face the trash can. Qingyue's voice was slightly unhappy, "spit it out quickly. It stinks!"

Watching Zheng Ningyu a murky sky over a dark earth, he heard that he had pinched the pinch, and he knew he would not buy beer. He had more carbon dioxide than those who drank wine and baijiu.

When Zheng Ningyu vomited and straightened up, he took a breath. Seeing Wen Jili's black face, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his shirt sleeve, smiled and said sarcastic words, "although he can't get drunk with me, it's good to vomit you all over ~ ~"

After that, Wen Jili's face became darker. By the light of the street lamp next to him, he glanced at his wristwatch. "It's almost the time for Qin Haotian to pick up Xiaochi. I'll take a bath at your side first. It's dirty!" he said with a little disgust. He turned and raised his feet to walk in the direction of the Zheng family's old house. Zheng Ningyu's soft face behind him was bulging with green tendons and roared loudly, "Wen Jili, you really don't deserve beating! I just threw you up. Do you need that!"

Wen Jili glanced back at him, raised his eyebrows and replied slowly, "next time you throw up for me, I will open the bathroom door generously and welcome you to take a bath at my house."

Words fall, Zheng Ningyu instantly, "..."

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PS: it's been revised again. I can't afford to hurt... I really feel that the more I change it, the more ugly it becomes..