Poor girl, she is pregnant with a rich old man's cub

night.

The wind on the terrace blows away the last trace of warmth brought by the autumn tiger.

The decorative balloons were blown away by the night wind, drifting unsteadily in the night sky, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The night wind blowing on his body was obviously cold, but Ji Lian felt the heat almost burning his throat.

The hair of the two people closest to each other was entangled in the night wind, and their foreheads touched their foreheads intimately.

Ji Lian was almost dumbfounded by being held in his arms and doing whatever he wanted, without realizing what happened at all.

Until breathing became easier and the suffocation gradually spread, those hot hands penetrated into his shirt and touched his allergic skin.

As if awakened suddenly, Ji Lian pushed Zhou Yue's shoulder and tilted his head.

While taking a breath, he said with difficulty: "Zhou Yue, I'm Ji Lian."

When asking this question, Ji Lian thought that Zhou Yue suddenly did such a thing to him because he was drinking too much, and misunderstood him as someone, so he got drunk—what.

Ji Lian's own love experience is 0.

He is studying abroad, and he has friends who like everything around him. It is not that no seniors have confessed to him in the past.

But Ji Lian didn't think about it at all.

Because in his opinion, Zhou Yue has no sign of this at all.

——The people he knew in the past, none of them were so coquettish in this respect, and they wanted to wear hollow socks.

People like Zhou Yue, wearing a white coat and wearing glasses, are meticulous, not at all.

And Zhou Qianqian, too, clamored every day to find a girlfriend for Zhou Yue.

But what he didn't expect was that after he said this, Zhou Yue smiled.

Just looking at him steadily.

That gaze made Ji Lian's heart skip a beat, he tried hard to calm his heartbeat, looked at Zhou Yue, not daring to breathe loudly.

Because, I always feel that what will happen next——

"Ah."

The next second, under Ji Lian's frightened gaze, Zhou Yue smiled and spoke.

With hot fingertips, he pressed down on the boy's back.

Caught off guard, Ji Lian fell on his chest again.

Breathing and snorting, Zhou Yue looked at him, the emotion in his eyes was like an impenetrable thick fog: "I know, you are Ji Lian..."

"mine."

Although, it was only in his dream that he dared to say this sentence.

Maybe it's because I drank too much.

He lowered his head and spoke close to Ji Lian.

It's rare, he speaks every word, and his tone is like a child who got his favorite toy.

When Ji Lian heard his words, his pupils shrank slightly, and there was a buzzing in his head.

In a panic, he bit Zhou Yue's lips hard.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed Zhou Yue away.

Zhou Yue groaned in pain, and the hands hugging behind him dropped as if out of strength.

Ji Lian staggered to his feet, subconsciously covering his mouth, his expression full of bewilderment.

Zhou Yue was pushed away violently by him, and his back hit the sofa heavily.

His head, which was already dizzy and painful, became a mess at this moment.

He hummed uncomfortably.

Ji Lian looked at him lying on the sofa with his brows tightly wrinkled, and just wanted to reach out to help him a little bit, but the moment his lips moved, the tingling sensation from his lips reminded him of what happened just now .

In the cold wind, Ji Lian's face was both white and red.

He didn't dare to look at Zhou Yue who was lying down again, he took off his coat in a panic, covered Zhou Yue's body casually, then turned and left.

The temperature from his body forced Zhou Yue to open his eyes with difficulty.

In the haze, he seemed to see the back of Ji Lian leaving in a hurry.

*

"vomit--"

Yang Jiashu squatted in the toilet cubicle, holding the toilet, vomiting so hard that he had no time to look up.

Yu Song stood far outside, pinching his nose, his usually expressionless face was now full of ferocity.

Yu Song was holding the long-handled window-scraping artifact that he got back from the cleaning aunt, and knocked on Yang Jiashu's back indiscriminately, taking it as a slap on the back for him.

But the distance was too far, and the force was not controlled very well. Yang Jiashu was knocked so hard that he vomited and cried out in pain.

The picture is ridiculous.

The toilet smelled of alcohol, and Yan Zhen could see Yu Song's disgusted expression from a long distance away.

It was not uncommon for Yan Zhen to have dinner with investors in the past. Some people drank so much that they didn't have time to go to the bathroom and started throwing up in the private room. His tolerance was much stronger than Yu Song's.

So at this time, Yan Zhen was still in the mood to take a picture of this funny scene and send it to Zhou Qianqian.

Yan Zhen: [Video]

Yan Zhen: [picture] [picture]

Zhou Qianqian: Hahahahahaha!

Zhou Qianqian: Didn't he also say to let Qin Jue crawl around today? I laughed so hard, he's just bragging.

Zhou Qianqian: Wait for me to print it out and hang it in the lobby of his company.

Yan Zhen suppressed his laughter and typed a reply.

Yan Zhen: Jiashu can drink quite well, it's my brother who hides too much.

Zhou Qianqian grinned when she thought of the scene where they fought for wine just now, but luckily she didn't let Yan Zhen join in.

Looking at Yang Jiashu now, if Yan Zhen drinks like this, she will really feel bad.

Zhou Qianqian: I don’t know what my brother and Yang Jiashu are thinking today, why mess with Qin Jue if they have nothing to do, haven’t we suffered enough from childhood to adulthood?

Zhou Qianqian: Forget it, I took some sober medicine from Aunt Qin's lounge and gave it to Yang Jiashu. Which bathroom are you in?

Yan Zhen sent her the location, and then glanced at Yang Jiashu in the cubicle.

He has nothing to vomit.

Although he was embarrassed, his condition was obviously better than before, at least he knew to flush the toilet by himself.

Although hands and voice are shaking.

Cursing while pressing: "Damn, who hit me just now? It hurts so much."

Without changing his face, Yu Song threw away the magical window scraper in his hand, went to help Yang Jiashu, and took him to the sink to wash his face: "No one hit you, you are dreaming."

Yang Jiashu stood up after him in a daze, and said something.

There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Yu Song rolled up his sleeves, pressed Yang Jiashu against the sink, and said in disgust, "Wash your mouth and face."

Yang Jiashu was completely dumbfounded, and slid down the whole body: "Okay, I'll be gurgling——"

Yan Zhen hurried over and grabbed Yang Jiashu's collar.

Almost drowned in the sink, Yang Jiashu is also No.1.

Someone knocked on the toilet door twice, followed by Zhou Qianqian's laughter.

"Hahahahahaha."

Yan Zhen and Yu Song turned their heads when they heard the voice, and saw Zhou Qianqian squeezed in front of several people with mineral water and medicine in his arms, and kept taking pictures of Yang Jiashu's face with his mobile phone in his hand.

"I haven't seen you for a few minutes, why did you pull Mr. Yang so much?"

Yang Jiashu couldn't respond at all.

Yu Song had a headache and reminded: "This is the men's restroom."

When Yan Zhen realized it, his brows twitched, and just as he was about to pull Zhou Qianqian out, Zhou Qianqian waved his hands carelessly.

"It's okay, my boyfriend is here—"

Yan Zhen pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes were stained with a smile.

"Besides, there's no one in this bathroom—" As soon as she finished speaking, a middle-aged man entered the door. He was shocked when he saw the scene in the bathroom: "I'm sorry, I went by the wrong way..."

Zhou Qianqian hurriedly said, "No! Please."

Middle-aged man:?

Yu Song looked at Yang Jiashu, who was limp on the sink, and had a headache: "Let's go out first."

Yan Zhen and Yu Song supported Yang Jiashu to lie down in the lounge, and then gave Yang Jiashu sober medicine.

Yang Jiashu fell asleep in a daze after taking the medicine.

Yu Song took a blanket to cover him, Yu Guangzhong saw Zhou Qianqian who was standing beside him holding the ugly photo of Yang Jiashu on his mobile phone, and the mineral water in her arms, and said casually: "Why is there still a bottle?"

"Oops!" Hearing Yu Song's words, Zhou Qianqian reacted and was shocked: "I'm patronizing your side, Xiaolian and my brother are still blowing on the balcony!"

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