The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

"Well, I cook and eat by myself once in a while. I don't need anything else. Yaoyao has helped me fix it. Thank you. Come in and have a rest!" Ye Feng let Yang Qiong into the room while talking.

"Are you still smoking?" Yang Qiong frowned slightly as soon as she entered the door, smelling the pungent smell of cigarettes.

"Well... yes." To be honest, Ye Feng was a little embarrassed at this moment. This was Yang Qiong's house, and he also knew that Yang Qiong had a cleansing habit, which made him a little embarrassed. He thought it would be better to move out earlier.

"Well, try to smoke as little as possible. Smoking is not good for your health. Since you live in the house, everything is up to you, don't worry about my thoughts."

Yang Qiong seemed to have sensed Ye Feng's emotional changes, and explained a little, his tone much softer.

"I see, I got off work so late, you haven't eaten yet, have you? How about having some together?" Ye Feng felt that the atmosphere was a bit dull, and politely gave way. Based on his understanding of Yang Qiong, he thought Yang Qiong would definitely refuse. Then go home and rest.

"I'm just a little hungry, so I'll try your handicraft!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Qiong was not hypocritical at all, and she sat directly on the dining table, which made Ye Feng stunned, and immediately reacted, and took out another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Two simple dishes, one Kung Pao chicken and one vegetarian shredded potato, Ye Feng’s cooking skills are not very good, but they are definitely not bad. While eating, I think I am very satisfied with Ye Feng's craftsmanship.

"Suddenly want to drink some wine, can you have a few drinks with me?"

After eating a bowl of rice, Yang Qiong suddenly made a request, and it was still a soliciting gesture, which made Ye Feng unable to react for a while.

Can Ye Feng refuse the beauty's request?Obviously not, and he has no right to veto it. The most important thing is that Ye Feng feels that Yang Qiong is too preoccupied, even looking at him is a little tired, let alone Yang Qiong himself, drinking may be able to relieve it.

"Of course, but I don't have any wine. I'll go down and buy some. What wine do you want?"

As Ye Feng said, he got up and prepared to go downstairs to buy wine.

"No, there are still a few bottles in that small cabinet!" Yang Qiong stopped Ye Feng, and pointed to a small cabinet in the corner of the living room.

Ye Feng didn't pay attention to this small cabinet at first, walked over and opened it to have a look, good guy, how many bottles are these?
There is not much space in the small cabinet, but there are more than ten bottles of wine tightly packed, except for the three bottles of red wine, more of them are white wine.Is this serious girl an alcoholic?

"That...do you drink red wine or white wine?" Ye Feng deliberately put red wine first, subconsciously hoping that Yang Qiong would choose red wine, after all, it is softer.

"White wine, red wine is tasteless!"

have to!Ye Feng knew one thing, Yang Qiong's actions were not something he could fathom, and it always exceeded his expectations.

"Did you remember anything?" Yang Qiong suddenly asked when the two wine glasses were full of white wine, which moved Ye Feng for a while, and then shook his head slightly disappointed.

"It's okay, I'll always remember it! For the first cup, I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, thank you for taking me in and giving me a job! I'll do it, you can do whatever you want!" Ye Feng raised his glass, and after saying something, he raised his head After two ounces of liquor, Yang Qiong's eyes lit up slightly. She likes men who drink with pride, except of course, the kind of pure alcoholics.

Yang Qiong was not as uninhibited as Ye Feng, but he went down a bite or two.

"Don't say it so harshly, it's employee benefits!"

It is said that relationships are cultivated quickly at the wine table, and this is indeed true. After drinking a glass, the two of them can speak a lot more fluently. Although Yang Qiong is usually indifferent, occasionally the iceberg will thaw.

"Brother Ye, I think you can think of it from your childhood life. I learned about psychology for a while. My teacher said that childhood memories are the easiest to ignore and the least easy to forget." Maybe it's because of alcohol. Yang Qiong's cheeks were slightly flushed, and when she spoke, she was no longer indifferent, but rather soft.

"Childhood?" Ye Feng drank a glass of wine in one gulp and shook his head.

"No impression at all."

"It's okay, come on, drink first! Maybe you can't remember because you are too sober. Drink a few more glasses, maybe you will remember when you are half drunk."

Yang Qiong chuckled lightly, because of the alcohol, two blushes appeared on her smooth face, which was extremely beautiful.

The two were only talking, Ye Feng realized that there were only half of the two bottles of white wine left, and Yang Qiong was looking at him with a drunken look on his face.

"Yang Qiong, it's almost time, I'll take you back to rest!" Seeing that Yang Qiong seemed drunk, Ye Feng got up and sent Yang Qiong back.

"No, I'll take a taxi back after drinking, and you will pick me up in the car tomorrow!" Yang Qiong got up and poured the remaining half bottle of wine to the two of them and said.

When he drank the last sip of wine in the cup, Ye Feng found that Yang Qiong was already a little shaking sitting there, obviously drinking too much.

"Okay, Yang Qiong, I really can't drink anymore today, I'll take you back!"

"No, I... can do it myself!" Yang Qiong was indeed a little drunk, and she felt like she was subconsciously saying this, and she was about to get up after she finished speaking, but her body shook and she was about to fall down.

Ye Feng dodged to hold Yang Qiong by the waist, and the softness in his hands made Ye Feng's heart flutter.

"Are you OK!"

Ye Feng's concentration is nothing to say, he forced himself to ignore the strangeness coming from his hand and heart, and always reminded that this girl is his friend and should not mess around.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired, I really don't want to marry that bastard, but if I don't agree, my family will suffer a lot, what should I do, what should I do..."

Yang Qiong didn't know if she was too drunk, and after saying this vaguely, she leaned her head on Ye Feng's shoulder and fell asleep.

"It's a pity that I don't even know who I am now, so how can I teach others what to do? But don't worry, you have saved my life. As long as you are useful to my place, I will go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate!" Ye Feng was suddenly relieved, looked at the girl with soft eyes and pity, and gently carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed.

Covering Yang Qiong with a quilt, Ye Feng himself lay down on the sofa in the living room after packing up the tableware, and fell asleep under his own clothes.

In the early morning, when a ray of sunlight entered the apartment, Yang Qiong slowly opened her beautiful eyes, and looked around in confusion. The familiar environment made her relax, but then she was surprised and thought of something, and she immediately stood up and felt that her body was normal before she relaxed. With a sigh of relief, as for the messy clothes on her body, she couldn't judge anything, because she knew that she never slept in one position, and she was thankful that she didn't fall to the ground.

He got up and straightened his wrinkled clothes, stroked his forehead and walked out of the bedroom.