High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1846 Juvenile Drunk (1)

"Admiration and plumpness can't catch up with the skinny feeling of unrequited love, love songs are full of bruises, and can't satisfy longing, thinking about it every day will naturally think about it at night; you are the inspiration to write tomorrow..."

As soon as the indifferent and deep voice came out, everyone's attention was focused again.

No one seemed to expect that this song was sung by Yang Moyan.

And the boy also laughed at this moment, "What I just wrote on the palm of my hand is the name of this song~"

The others looked at each other, and felt that the sweetness was really ubiquitous.

And the young man also sang, not individually, but with Yang Moyan, a chorus of two people: "I wrote a poem, it is a gentle bomb, ignited by your turning around, a smile, murmuring, my yearning, in Your hair is shining..."

This is a love song, but it is not a song for two people, it is a solo song for one person.

But neither Yang Moyan nor Lin Zhaoxia cared about anything.

The chorus of the two together sang this song with an unusual charm.

The singing is still going on: "Thousands of times, don't pass it on through the ages; I just want to change your eyes; see today, be as gentle as me; write poems, ring like a bomb~"

Everyone listened carefully.

I feel like this should be the last song of the day.

And indeed.

After Yang Moyan and Lin Zhaoxia sang the last lyrics, they put the microphones aside one after another.

Lin Zhaoxia picked up the wine and they started toasting.

This seems to be a night where you don't get drunk and don't return.

By the end, almost everyone was very drunk.

Even someone as cold as Lan Yan couldn't resist the blushing of her face.

Xiao Ningjun was still awake, made a phone call, called someone, and arranged to send these people home.

"Do you need me to call a car? Yang Moyan?" Xiao Ningjun walked to Yang Moyan's side, holding on to his drunkenness.

Yang Moyan hugged the already drunk young man, his tone was still light, he couldn't hear the slightest bit of drunkenness, "No, thank you."

But as soon as the other party stood up, the footsteps swayed slightly, but he was not a person who was not drunk.

Xiao Ningjun didn't try to be brave either.

Since the other party said that there is no need to refuse, he packed up and left when the person who picked him up came.

Immediately, only Yang Moyan and Lin Zhaoxia were left in the huge singing hall.

Yang Moyan patted the young man's face and whispered, "Wake up, go home."

Lin Zhaoxia opened her eyes drunkenly, "Huh? Go home?"

"Well... I'm home."

Lin Zhaoxia closed her eyes again, "Isn't this home?"

"This is outside," Yang Moyan answered her, "I'm drunk too, we'll fall if I carry you away, stand up and let's go together."

In response to him, the young man's hand suddenly stretched out, tugging at Yang Moyan's neckline, and pressing it down!
The wine-smelling lips exhaled lightly, "Who are you?"

"Yang Moyan." Yang Moyan's eyes darkened a little.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't know that she was about to commit a crime, so she loosened the collar in her hand and fell back again, "Uh...you."

"Be good, get up, let's go home."

Lin Zhaoxia groaned, "Hold me."

"I can't hold it."

"carried me……"

"No."

"Hmm... I'm sleepy."

"Come with me, go home and sleep."

Yang Moyan was still coaxing, holding the boy's hand.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't move, she was too drunk, she lost all reason, and the conversation repeated, "You hug me."

Yang Moyan had a headache, "I can't hold it."

"carried me!"

"no……"

"Can you do it!"

Lin Zhaoxia was dissatisfied and growled.

(End of this chapter)