Dear Mr. Shi

Unlike Han Qianqian's thoughts, Tang Fei at the moment only wants Han Qianqian to live a normal life while sober, and of course also his normal life.

For him, living with Han Qianqian is an abnormal life.

With his head dizzy, Tang Fei leaned back on the sofa again to make himself more comfortable.

He glanced at Han Qianqian, and then said softly: "Whether in modern times or in ancient times, girls should respect and love themselves."

Han Qianqian frowned and asked, "I don't have self-respect, love, and self-respect?"

Tang Fei replied: "You are not like this now."

Han Qianqian cut his voice: "Don't you know that I am the most broken in love? Why, I am broken in love, so I can't get drunk properly. Is it not self-esteem, self-love and self-respect if I get drunk.

Dialogue Tang Fei was never Han Qianqian's opponent. He was so speechless that he could only stare at her, his face was very bad.

Han Qianqian also knew that he was in a bad mood, so she immediately stretched out a pair of catkins and intimately took his arms: "You are a big man, you won't be angry about this little thing, right?"

"I didn't!" Tang Fei retorted immediately, he naturally wouldn't care about so much with a little woman as a man.

It's just that sometimes she gets along with Han Qianqian, she seems to deliberately want to irritate him, which makes him very headache sometimes.

He wrinkled his eyebrows tightly, waved his big hand, and pulled Han Qianq away holding his hand: "Speak as you speak, don't pull or pull."

Then he wanted to leave because he found that he was too close to Han Qianqian, which gave him an inexplicable feeling of heat in his body.

He wanted to leave, so he stood up again, but as soon as he got up, a wave of dizziness came again.

Reaching out and holding his forehead, Tang Fei shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the dizziness, but it had no effect. Instead, his standing body seemed to sway as a whole.

Unable to help being dizzy, he sat back on the sofa again, his vision began to dim.

The staying power of this wine is really strong, he would really be totally drunk.

Han Qianqian smiled again after seeing him over there, looking at Tang Fei's thick sword eyebrows, straight nose and thin lips.

Or Tang Fei was not the most handsome man she had ever seen, but he was the driest and purest man. The temperament in him was really not born, but cultivated.

She used to want to be such a person.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but probed her hand, and her white slender fingers touched Tang Fei's face finely.

It seems to be looking at Tang Fei, and it seems to be looking at his heart. The ideal self, bit by bit, seems to be engraved in the bottom of my heart.

Suddenly, Tang Fei opened his eyes, four eyes intertwined, he took a deep breath, and suddenly realized something was wrong, because the two people were so close, the four thin lips seemed to stick together.

He stopped the beginning abruptly, then scolded angrily: "Miss Han, what are you doing?"

Han Qianqian still looked at him obsessively, telling the truth: "I'm looking at you, you... are what I ever wanted the most!"

Tang Fei raised his hand and held his beating heart, "You get up, get up!"

Wine, indeed, is not a good thing, it destroys his mind and body in this way, if he is sober, how can he fall into such a situation.

But Han Qianqian didn't get up, just smiled: "No, I want to look at you like this..."