Chapter 103 (1/2)

To tell you the truth, Zheng Quzhi still wants to see Wei Yan, who is always cold and calm, drunk.

Smell speech, Wei Yan hesitated for a moment: ”you want to make up tomorrow, or drink less.”

His reaction fell in the eyes of Zheng Quzhi, which was guilty. Zheng Quzhi became more and more enthusiastic: ”it's OK. It's OK. I'm a good drinker.”

Unfortunately, 20 minutes have not yet arrived, drink red, dizzy Zheng Quzhi was severely hit the ear photon.

Looking at Zheng Quzhi lying on the table, Wei Yan sighed. He got up and reached out to help Zheng Quzhi: ”get up.”

Zheng Quzhi's scalding hand suddenly grasped his wrist. Zheng Quzhi stood up unsteadily, but before holding it for a few seconds, the whole person fell back to him again.

Wei Yan took Zheng Quzhi's waist and hugged him. The smell of wine came from her nose. It was clearly the smell that I didn't like to smell. At this time, Wei Yan was a little greedy, and her hands were a little tight.

However, the people in his arms struggled, and his warm lips rubbed his neck. Wei Yan's body was so stiff for a moment. Zheng Quzhi successfully supported his shoulder and stood upright again.

”Mr. Wei.” Although Zheng Quzhi's head was full of paste, he still recognized Wei Yan.

”Didn't you call it Fuyun?” Wei Yan sighed, afraid that he would fall down, so he reached out to help him.

”Fu Yun...” Wei's face was frowned I still like you You yourself His face... ”

After hearing the speech, Wei Yan pursed her lips. There was no expression on her face. However, her fingers couldn't help picking Zheng Quzhi's corner of the clothes, and said lightly: ”is it?”

As soon as the voice fell, his face was covered with two hot hands.

Zheng Quzhi rubbed this strange face and looked at the face changing various shapes on his hands. He couldn't help laughing. After that, his sight suddenly stopped.

The hand moved down and fell on the red lips.

Wei Yan's eyes are slightly narrowed, looking at Zheng Quzhi tightly, without saying a word.

”Your mouth...” Zheng Quzhi stammered: ”painted mouth Mouth Red... ”

”No Weiyan's, but his voice was a little bit too hot

But Zheng Quzhi, like a naughty child, hugged his waist directly and cried, ”I won't go back!”

Wei Yan:

Through two thin layers of cloth, Wei Yan's cool temperature reaches Zheng Quzhi. Zheng Quzhi, who was hot after drinking the wine and was sweating all over, held her tighter in an instant, and even rubbed in Wei Yan's arms: ”comfortable.”

It's like holding an air conditioner.

Wei Yan's eyes flashed slightly. He put his hand on Zheng Quzhi's shoulder and hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, the last knife made Zheng Quzhi dizzy. Holding Zheng Quzhi in his arms, Wei Yan sighed.

Taking advantage of people's danger is not a gentleman's job. In order to avoid doing things like animals, Zheng Quzhi is better to be quiet.

After helping Zheng Quzhi put on his mask, he put Zheng Quzhi on his shoulder and walked out slowly. After settling the account, he carried Zheng Quzhi back.

Yanglin Town night is also steaming, occasionally a gust of wind, it is also with the temperature of the hot wind. Obviously, he couldn't feel the warm and cold, but at this time, it was somehow hot and dry.

It is rare to have some blush on her face, but in the end, it is just a step that gets bigger and bigger.