C333 (1/2)

”Yes.” Li Yiyao nodded in agreement.

He has also been in touch with the old man, and knows his conduct well. The old man can't do this kind of abusive means. There must have been someone interfering in that year.

Two people explain good things, Qi Yanjun went to the bathroom to return to the restaurant.

During this time, LAN Yue asked the waiter to bring a bottle of red wine and drink it one after another. I don't know if it's because of the bitterness of the wine or the thought in my heart. Just after drinking half a bottle, she felt sick and sick. She waved the waiter to take the red wine away.

Qi Yanjun comes back, pulls out the chair to fall in her opposite side, eyebrow light Cu, smelled the taste of alcohol. But he didn't ask, and his deep eyes wandered on blue Yue's reddish face, sighing without any trace, and his heart ached.

Before LAN Yue could react, Qi Yanjun suddenly stood up and sat beside her.

”What do you do?” LAN Yue tries to avoid.

The chairs in the dining room are all Changsha hair, which can seat two people at the same time. After Qi Yanjun sits here, LAN Yue obviously feels crowded, moves her body to get close to the corner, and smells the light frost smell on Qi Yanjun, like the cold wind of air conditioning.

”Dinner first.”

Qi Yanjun put his arm around her and raised his hand to signal the waiter to bring up the main course.

During the meal, Qi didn't tell her more or explain why he wanted to sit down.

LAN Yue leans in the corner and carefully avoids the people around her so as not to have too much physical contact. Strange to say, Qi Yanjun sat beside him, his depressed mood suddenly dissipated, and his drunkenness began to flow up.

When the two left the hotel, LAN Yue was already a little unsteady, and the scenery in front of her was swaying.

Accidentally, she tripped over the carpet.

Seeing that they are going to fall to the ground face to face, even if a pair of powerful big hands come from behind, they can easily hug her into their arms. The woman's blushing face is pasted on her chest, and she can hear her groaning to let him let go of her.

”How much did you drink?”

Qi Yanjun lifts her forehead and breaks her hair.

The woman in her arms frowned sensitively, and a pair of soft boneless hands pushed and shooed in front of his chest, trying to leave. But because she drank too much wine, she was soft all over. This strength was more like teasing to Qi Yanjun!

He sank his face, suddenly picked up LAN Yue's waist, startled her to exhale, and subconsciously held his neck with both hands. His face was buried on his shoulder, and his gentle breath fell between his neck.

Qi Yanjun's face was more ugly because of the blue tendons on his forehead.

But LAN Yue didn't realize it. When he held her like this, the whole person suddenly woke up a lot. There were people watching around! ”You let me down quickly, I can go by myself!”

”Are you sure?”

Qi Yanjun's cold vision is like a knife, which stretches her long white legs. A pair of beige high-heeled shoes wrap her small feet. His eyes are heavy.

Since LAN Yue came back, he always wanted to make the two make up as before, even in his dream.

In the dream, these long legs climb on his waist and clamp with his ups and downs. The woman under him is also asking for help.

Often think of these, a heat flow from the abdomen to the whole body in a blink of an eye, blood shouting! Qi Yanjun's eyes color is more frightening, but the struggle of the woman in her arms, stride her into the car.

”Let go --”

just when her back touches the soft car chair, LAN Yue struggles to get up. She knows what Qi Yanjun's eyes mean! This man was rejected by her three times and four times. He could not hold it for a long time. Now, he would be moved by her provocation!

Sure enough, as soon as she got up with her chair on her back, Qi Yanjun came down to kiss her ruddy lips aggressively and put people back on the chair.

LAN Yue fell heavily. Fortunately, the chair was very soft. She didn't feel any pain. But the vision is covered, can barely see Qi Yanjun closed his feet, slender eyelashes almost poke in her eyes.

Qi Yanjun's sleeping appearance is actually very good-looking, like a painting with soft lines, which completely fades away the arbitrariness and ferocity in ordinary times. But this ”oil painting” is now madly plundering the breath between her lips, stirring the tip of her tongue.

Blue Yue can even see his forehead bulging with blue tendons, and the heavy breathing sound becomes more and more urgent!