Host, You're Targeted

Song Xiang picked up the glass of wine that Xu Qingdu had not finished drinking on the table and was ready to leave. Seeing that he was really drunk, he patted song Zhiye on the shoulder.

"Keep an eye on him. I seriously suspect that the boy can't drink at all."

Song Zhiye took a look at the glass of gradually colored wine in Song Xiang's hand, drooping his eyes and nodding with a smile, "yes, I think so too‘ Deep.throat ’The degree is still very high. He thinks it depends on her appearance. "

Song Xiang took a look at the small half cup of wine in his hand, sighed helplessly, moved his worried eyes from Xu Qingdu's face, and patted song Zhiye on the shoulder before leaving.

Xu Qingdu was drunk. He didn't know that his wine had been taken away. He stretched out his hand on the table with half squint eyes. It was estimated that there was a double shadow in front of him. Song Zhiye saw him touch it for a long time before he could feel the glass with only ice in it.

After touching the cup, Xu Qingdu picked up the cup and wanted to drink it. Song Zhiye quickly took the cup out of his hand and poured some wine into it before handing it to him.

Drunk Xu Qingdu was a little slow. After taking a sip, he put down his glass and then closed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Zhiye, who left a shadow in front of him.

"Thank you Thank you Xu Qingdu was a little slow in speaking, "but still, I don't want to join the table and chat with each other."

Song Zhiye looks at Xu Qingdu, whose face is full of "confused". He only thinks that this person is too cute.

Obviously already drunk almost "unconscious", but also insisted on saying not to let people close to their own words.

"Well, I'll sit here for a while if I don't mix tables and chat."

Song Zhiye pulled the stool opposite him to him and sat down on the stool with long legs. He picked up the glass of wine that he put down after only one sip and drank it with his head up.

Xu Qingdu watched song Zhiye raise his head to drink with his big eyes full of alcohol. Suddenly, he snatched the cup from his hand like a cat that had been fried. He held it in his arms and glared at him fiercely.

"Mine!" Xu Qingdu shrunk to the corner of the wall and stubbornly repeated, "mine!"

It took song Zhiye a long time to understand what he meant by this sentence. He reached out to wipe the wine stains on his lips, picked up the bottle of wine with a smile, and motioned to Xu Qingdu, who was holding a cup in the corner.

"Well, yours, I'll pour it for you. I'm the waiter here."

Xu Qingdu is still holding the cup. The ice in the cup is pounding because of his shaking. It is clear that there is no rhythm and rhythm in it. However, with the crisp impact sound, people can not forget it.

"No, you are not." Xu Qingdu had to shrink back. He pursed his mouth and lowered his eyes. His pitiful appearance can arouse people's desire for protection. "You just drank my wine, mine! I paid for it! I have only one hundred yuan left. I'm so sorry that you still drink my wine. You... "

Xu Qingdu has been shrinking back, sitting stool also gradually offset the balance point, with him holding the cup back.

Thanks to song Zhiye's quick response, he quickly reached out his hand and held the man in his arms. The ice that had shaken to the edge of the cup fell back into the cup, making a clear noise in their ears.

"Woo..."

Xu Qingdu was picked up by song Zhiye's shoulder. He felt that his head, which had already been swollen a little dizzy, was like earth shaking. He grabbed song Zhiye's clothes and put his head against his chest and sobbed softly.

It's like a small animal that accidentally stepped on a hunter's trap, hiding in the corner because of pain and crying quietly.