Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

Looking at the drunken girl around her, Ji Wei couldn't help but lift her lips. A pair of bright starlike eyes gently converged and asked with a smile: "do you need me to pick you up?"

Ali was stunned. He quickly twisted his body to one side and stared at him warily.

"Don't help. I'll answer it myself."

Then she immediately pressed the answer button, and a steady voice came from the other end of the mobile phone: "Ali, it's me."

Hearing the voice from the handset, the girl tilted her mouth, frowned suspiciously, and muttered angrily, "what, it's me? You, who are you?"

"If you don't tell me... What's your name, how do I... Know who you... Are? Also... Yes, don't call me... Call me Ali... I don't even know who you... Are."

Ali, who drank too much, stammered when he spoke, and even his brain became chaotic.

At the end of the mobile phone, the boy couldn't help reaching out to help his forehead. He sighed helplessly, but his tone was still intimate: "Song Li, you drink too much, can't even hear my voice?"

"Young master?"

Ali frowned and a few porcelain white front teeth gently bit the corners of his lips.

The next second, she stood up, but she didn't want to hit the hard hood on her head. The pain made her suddenly take a breath.

Ali protected his head with one hand and his cell phone with the other hand. He stared angrily at the man around him. His beautiful apricot eyes were wet, as if he had been wronged by heaven.

"Big beard, what an old car you are! It hurts my head."

Ji Wei sighed helplessly. His car was millions and turned into a broken car in the girl's mouth!

After a pause, he secretly decided in his heart that he could not let her drink too much in the future, so as not to play wine crazy with her.

"OK, this is an old car. Change it next time."

"That's about the same."

Ali rubbed his head again and suddenly remembered something. He quickly sucked his nose and shouted at the receiver of his mobile phone: "Xiao Jingxing, your uncle! Why did you call so long?"

"Finally think of my little master?"

The boy suddenly cried and laughed, and his face was already full of tears.

A face often tortured by the sun has already turned wheat color, and the facial lines are becoming more and more angular.

However, in a few months, he had already transformed into a mature man. A pair of narrow Phoenix eyes looked very calm, but there was a beast like ferocity hidden in the depths.

It is still the familiar voice, with a light smile of wind and cloud.

Ali was so angry that his eyes were red, his nose was sour, and his voice was a little nasal: "Xiao Jingxing, your uncle's! Your second uncle's! Wuwuwuwu... I don't know you! Don't call me in the future."

"Xiao Li, are you sure you don't want me to call you from now on?"

"Sure! Who made you haven't come to me for so long."

The boy couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and wiped a handful of tears without trace.

After a pause, he said in high spirits: "Song Li, I can listen to you in other things, but this one can't. I will call you as long as I have time in the future."

"Xiao Jingxing!"

"Why are you calling me? Have you missed me since you haven't seen me for months?"

Hearing that the boy on the other end of the mobile phone was so proud, Ali couldn't help but want to pour a bucket of cold water on him. He sniffed angrily and scolded, "shameless! I don't want you."

The boy raised his lips, showed warmth in his eyebrows and eyes, and deliberately jokingly said, "if you don't want me, I'll take your last name, song, song Jingxing, OK?"

"Hey, of course!"

Ali grinned, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The boy also smiled gently, "Xiao Li, when I go back, five years at most, I will go back to you."

"Xiao Jingxing, it's time, it's my turn, it's my turn... Song Li, you must wait for me for five years. As long as five years, I will become strong enough that no one dare bully you... Dudu..."

Ali had no time to say goodbye. There was a hurried busy tone at the end of his cell phone.

She stared at the darkening mobile phone screen and always felt like she had just had a dream.

Tears rolled down from the eyes in an instant.

Then he raised his hand and wiped it off.

Ali curled his mouth, sucked his nose, and scolded angrily at his mobile phone: "smelly Xiao Xiao, you can come back this year for my birthday! If you don't come back, we'll break off diplomatic relations in the future."

Seeing that the girl around him was crying badly, Ji Wei pulled her mouth awkwardly. For a moment, he didn't know what to do, so he had to silently pick up his mobile phone and open the wechat group.

He's the tower of the city.

Boss: "the little girl is crying. How can I coax her?"

Monk: "did little Ali cry? Boss, this is your baby pimple. Why did you make her cry?"

Taoist priest: "boss, did you scare little Ali? I showed little Ali her face. She can't go back to Ji's house for the time being, but even if she doesn't, no one can hurt her."

Qingcheng: "boss, you beg me! Or, you kiss me."

Monk: "... Sleeping trough! Dead witch, you should see the beauty of the boss. You will be punished like this."

Taoist priest: "yes! It will be punished!"

Qingcheng: "you are jealous! Naked jealousy! Boss, don't listen to these two dead goods."

Ji Wei choked for a while, then trembled her fingers. Alas, the tower fell to the city and made a small expression of pouting kiss.

Boss: "tell me quickly!"

In the barbecue shop, if someone just walks in, they will see a sexy and charming girl sitting with two men. She stares at her mobile phone and grins foolishly.

The monk poked the Taoist's arm, "Hey! Is the dead witch too excited and stupid?"

"I think it's enough!"

The Taoist sighed slightly and continued, "who doesn't know she has a crush on the boss, but look at the boss. When did you take special care of her? In short, the face of a dead witch is destined to be lonely all her life!"

"Well, fake Taoist, you won't lie to me! Why haven't you mentioned it before?"

"Before, I didn't want to say these things before. How sad it is to say it! You don't think I said it tonight. I drank too much, hey hey! I don't remember what I said."

"Sleeping trough! False Taoist, you have no conscience!"

……

Qingcheng: "boss, you hug her. If it were me, you just hug me. I must be very happy."

Looking at a line of words in the dialog box on the mobile phone screen, Ji Wei raised her head again and looked at the girl who was still depressed. Do you really want to hug Ali? Will she misunderstand anything?