Good Morning, Dear

Cheng Qingyao rushed to the three bears bar at the speed of lightning. It took only 20 minutes. She ran to Mo Li. He sat in an insignificant position in the corner and was pouring his own wine: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Mo Li looked up at her and looked down at his wristwatch: "it's really late." two minutes later, he drove over. She didn't have a car. She ran out of the villa all the way and ran far away to call the car. There was another traffic jam on the road, so she abandoned the car and ran over.

How fast you run!

It seems that the only person who can force her in this world is recitation!

Good!

Lift up her hand and let her sit down: "what wine do you drink? Red? Baijiu? Wine or homemade wine?"

"Well... Tell me, I'll drink with you whatever you drink." Cheng Qingyao is not very good at drinking. He gets drunk with two bottles of beer. He asks for a bottle of red wine in the beauty salon for the first time. He is dizzy before he finishes drinking.

Do not speak much, and express a slight cup of Baijiu to her, and pour her half a glass of Baijiu. "Beauty is like this strong wine, not only to know the product, but also to know how to conquer it."

Make complaints about the "..." Cheng Qing Yao nodded with laughter, but there were hundreds of mouths in Tucao: "at any rate, he was still really," Baijiu? Spirits? He dare to come to some beer? The drink can also be! She is a woman, no need for a woman, no need to conquer a woman, she only needs to dress her children. "

Looking at the Baijiu in front of him, the water was clear and clear, and the aroma was assail the nose. The fragrance still had a strong stimulation. She was somewhat hairy and had to put her head up and touch it lightly. "Let's go to life with a gentleman, and I will drink with you tonight and enjoy it, and I will not get drunk."

Mo Li hooked his lips, spilled a faint smile, and the smile spread into his eyes, which brightened his whole person. She was particularly handsome and the evil spirit was moving. It was true that she sacrificed her life and drank with him to the fullest. I'm afraid she didn't have the capacity to drink.

However, it is hard to say that their lives are still separated by a Pacific Ocean. He can't see or know how she comes day by day. Or she will have a few drinks every day, or maybe Nanyou Jin will take her to drink to relieve boredom.

Maybe!

He gave a sound, but he was not in a hurry to drink. He just stared at her deeply: "listen to you, your drinking capacity is pretty good. You know, nanyoujin is a little worse to drink with me."

Cheng Qingyao's face suddenly turned red. Lower down, lower down, lower her head, and lower her face to her chest. She doesn't drink much and her character is not good. That time, when he and Nan Youjin were drunk at the same time, she only called Nan Youjin, not him.

She still doesn't know how he came back in the end!

He can bear grudges for anything he encounters on the streets of England. How can he not bear grudges for this matter? Without revenge, he wouldn't say that now!

At the same time, Cheng Qingyao also feels like a villain. When she asks for him, she listens to him. When she didn't ask for him, she ignored him, so she deserved to bring herself to such an irreparable situation.

With her head down, she won't explain, apologize, or even pick up his topic to mention it again, because the atmosphere is as embarrassing as it is. She didn't mention it, lowered her head, quietly reached out and grabbed the cup and moved it a little in front of her. It's not like drinking, but like stealing wine.

"What do you mean? If you drink well, you can pack after drinking?" Mo Li almost smiled. She was so cute that she wanted to reach out and rub her head. He really did. He put his hand on her head and didn't rub it, but he found that the palm touched a ball of water and her hair was wet.

It's as warm as climbing out of the bathtub just now. I put on my clothes and ran out without taking care of wiping the water!

He stood there, looking at her black hair tied into a ponytail and her thin sportswear. I think the place behind her hair must be wet. The weather is neither hot nor cold. Will it be cold to wear such warm clothes in late summer and autumn?

She also froze there. You know, kneading his head was one of his favorite movements in the past, and another action was kneading his face. Like Niannian, when you are happy or unhappy, you come to pinch her face. You have to pinch your little hand until you are satisfied.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment. After several seconds of embarrassment, Cheng Qingyao regained consciousness, moved her head, avoided his hand, picked up the glass in front of her and drank it. Then she choked like a dog and coughed for a while. What kind of wine is it? It's hard to drink. It doesn't count. It burns all the way from her throat to her stomach like a fire.

That burning feeling is super uncomfortable!

There were peanuts on the table. She grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth. When the peanuts were chewed and swallowed, the stimulating wine smell and burning feeling were temporarily suppressed. However, she already has some heads, her head is buzzing and floating, and she feels happy inexplicably in her heart.

Want to laugh!

Want to say!

Want to drink!

He picked up the bottle and filled it himself. He also pushed his glass: "drink, I've finished drinking. How can I enjoy myself with you if you don't drink?" he pushed it in front of him. Seeing that he didn't take the cup, he grabbed his hand and forced him to carry the cup.

Mo Li looked at her hand, his face changed a few times, his eyes flashed a few times, and several complex emotions crossed and circled in his heart.

Then, he did nothing but bite his teeth, close his glass and drink it.

However, when he put down the glass, he still couldn't help but put his big hand on her little hand holding the bottle... Once familiar... The softness in the dream... The temperature hovering in his heart... Hey...: "I'll pour it."

"Oh!" she was more drunk than before. The alcohol burned rapidly in her body, which made her stagger and halved her IQ. She let go of her hand and let him pour it. Then she picked it up and clinked a glass with him: "I can't drink well, but I dare to drink with you. If you want to drink enough, tell me. If you don't drink enough, we'll drink until the bar goes bankrupt."

"The bar is profitable. How can you drink it to bankruptcy?" Mo Li wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh. He looked at her so close and so far, so far and so close.

Cheng Qingyao seemed to understand and nodded approvingly: "yes, we drink all the time, and he always makes money. When we drink and go bankrupt, he makes enough money. Mo Li, do you have a lot of money? Do you have enough money to pay for wine? You won't sell me here to wash dishes and let me pay for wine!"

Mo Li's heart is in pain again. It hurts so much that he can't help himself. He reaches out his hand and touches her face. His tone is gentle and low: "how many dishes can you wash?"

She was dizzy, drunk and sleepy. She lay on the table and broke her hands. One, two, three, four, five, two, three, four, one... She almost counted herself to sleep

However, just as she was about to fall asleep, Mo Li's voice suddenly floated from a far away place: "Cheng Qingyao, do you regret going abroad with Nan Youjin four years ago?"

She chuckled and sat up reluctantly with her hands: "regret? Is regret useful? Is there any regret medicine in the world?"

Mo Li nodded and said, "if you have regret medicine for you, do you regret going abroad with him four years ago?"