Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Su Xiaoyu answered vaguely, "I am, who are you?"

"We are in a bar here. There is a gentleman who is drunk. Now on our bar, I think you are the first of his contacts. Please come and pick him up."

The man was talking, and there was a lot of noise and music around him. When Su Xiaoyu wanted to ask more questions, the phone had been hung up.

Su Xiaoyu stares at the screen and the drowsiness around her head disappears. There are two words clearly beating on the interface of caller ID on the screen, ah Zhe.

Twenty minutes later, Su Xiaoyu has already arrived at the bar. Among the men and women who are laughing and wriggling, she sees ah zhe on the bar at a glance.

This man is really drunk, just a little closer to the smell of a hard to ignore the alcohol. His suit, which had always been regular and perfectly buttoned, was also crumpled up, and his tie was flying on his shoulder. In short, it was just four words - miserable.

Su Xiaoyu, beating a drum in his heart, walked over and shook him, "ah zhe? Ah zhe

Ah zhe frowned, seemed to be a little uncomfortable to hum twice, vaguely also opened his eyes a little gap, lips moved, "... Light rain?"

Su Xiaoyu breathes a sigh of relief and can still talk. It seems that there is no big problem. She took a breath, got up to help ah Zhe, "how come you suddenly came out to drink? You still drink so much. The bartender called me."

Ah Zhe's eyes were all dazzled and drunk, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a little drunk red. "Why don't you go out and wear thick clothes?"

Before Su Xiaoyu can react, a drunkard has taken off his thick suit coat and wrapped it on Su Xiaoyu's shoulder. Very thick, with a little body temperature, mixed with the cold aroma of wine.

Su Xiaoyu a Leng, subconsciously will take off back to him, the shoulder is a zhe pressed. The man was not drunk at all. His thin black hair covered his eyes, but he couldn't stop the drunkenness flowing out of his crystal warm pupils.

Su Xiaoyu coughed a little uneasily when he held down his shoulder and stared at him. "It's OK. I'm not cold. You don't have to..."

"You can't take it off!" A zhe stubbornly pressed her and said intermittently, like coaxing a child, "cold, cold, you will get sick."

What he said was extremely serious, stubborn and serious. Su Xiaoyu's eyes were sore at that time.

How could this man foul like that! Drunk still so... Not serious!

She was not really so dull that she could not feel ah Zhe's feelings for her. Ah Zhe's mind is simple, and almost everything is written on his face. Su Xiaoyu can sometimes see the tenderness projected from his silly stubbornness.

She knew all kinds of things, and naturally knew that ah zhe was a little interested in her.

But she can't accept this feeling, because a zhe came a step late, her heart is so big, inside has quietly lived a person. Fate is a wonderful thing, the order of appearance can really determine the overall situation to some extent.

She first met Xiao Jingye, met him and liked him. Naturally, she couldn't accept other people's deep feelings in the future. Even if you can see it, your heart is as clear as a mirror, but that sentence is hard to say in any case.

Su Xiaoyu originally wanted to let it go. After a long time, maybe a zhe would take the initiative to fade this feeling from her mind, which is good for everyone, but it backfired. In fact, a zhe not only failed to go as she expected, but also got deeper and deeper.

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoyu sighed helplessly.

Ah zhe drank too much wine, and after that, he fell down on the bar, like Su Xiaoyu had imagined all the scenes just now.