The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

Her soft lips fell on the corners of his lips, with a slight aroma of wine, and the tingling sensation passed through every corner of the body from the nerve endings.

She didn't move, just clinging to her like this, for him, the feeling was earth-shattering.

It felt sweet and tormenting, a strong emotional rush in his chest that left him wanting more.

But when his palm was on the back of her neck and touched her delicate skin, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he still used some strength to separate her from him.

The man looked down at her bright red face, his breathing was a little disordered.

His height was placed there, and this posture was actually very uncomfortable, but he stared at her with a charming and serious look in his eyes, and he didn't want to move away for a moment.

She raised her small hand to touch his handsome face, her voice was clearly drunk, "You...you are so pretty, come, let me kiss you."

"..."

He let out a deep breath, pressed the back of her neck to prevent her from sticking up, his voice was hoarse, "Chi Youyou."

She was half a beat slow before realizing that she was calling herself, blinking her eyes, "Huh?"

"Call me by name."

She frowned, it took a few seconds to understand this sentence, and then said obediently: "My name."

"..."

The man tilted his head, wanting to laugh at her drunken appearance, then turned his head and pinched her chin, his eyes burning, "Who do you want to kiss?"

She pursed her lips, "You."

"who am I?"

"you are handsome."

Qi Boyan directly pulled the hat off her head and put it on her face.

she:?

Immediately afterwards there was a 'bang', the sound of the car door closing.

When Qi Boyan sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt, the little girl next to him pulled the hat off her face and looked at him suspiciously.

Then ask the soul: "Aren't you?"

The man turned on the engine, turned his head and glanced at her, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, "Well,"

Dare to tease him without being able to pronounce his name. When she sobers up, she will have a long memory.

He stretched out his hand to touch the corner of her lips that she had just kissed, looked sideways at her, and said in a light tone, "You better not forget."

...

Yunding Mansion, inside the apartment, on the sofa.

Qi Boyan mixed a glass of honey milk for her, put on anti-alcohol medicine, walked to the sofa, and handed it to her, "Drink this, you will feel better."

She tilted her head to look at the milk glass that had been shaking in front of her eyes, stared at it for a few seconds, then reached out to grab it immediately after aiming, and it was empty.

"..."

He sighed, then sat beside her with a milk cup, put one hand behind her, and fed the milk to her lips with the other, "Drink."

She looked at the milk glass that was handed to her lips, and then turned to look at him. This scene was very familiar.

Suddenly, the image of Chi Huainian sitting next to her with a water glass and feeding her medicine when she was a child appeared in her head.

She doesn't like to drink medicine, because she is afraid of suffering, and Aunt Rong, who had to take care of her when she was a child, coaxed her to drink it.

But Chi Huainian fed her with a water cup, and she was very obedient, and drank the medicine slowly. I hope he will feed it for a while.

Her feelings for Chi Huainian were complicated.

Because of the caring she used to love her father, she looked forward to him coming home to accompany her every day, but that caring was just a limited gift on a whim.

It seemed to her that it was love, but in Chi Huainian's eyes, it was just a matter of lifting a finger.

When she was a child, she thought that her father just didn't like children, but after knowing Bai Wanyin's existence, she realized that he just didn't like her very much.

Treating her kindly once in a while is like teasing a little pet, because of the blood relationship in the bones.

He didn't control her much, and everything he gave her in life was the best, but he didn't give her what she wanted most.

She remembered what Ling Muyun said again.

——"She grew up in a single-parent family, and is also the crystallization of a business marriage. She lacks love, so as long as I treat her better, she will like me wholeheartedly."

It won't die if it's missing.

No there is no.

She raised her hand to hold the milk cup and drank it down. Tears were stored in her eyes, and they fell down when she was almost finished drinking.

Qi Boyan was afraid that she might not be able to hold it steady, so he didn't let go, and he didn't know why she started crying while drinking.

"What's the matter, it's not good?"

He put the milk cup down on the coffee table, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

She licked her lips, her eyes were red when she looked at him, like a poor little abandoned man, "You look like my father."

Qi Boyan: "..."

He closed his eyes, and silently said a few words in his heart: she's drunk, she's drunk, she's drunk.

Originally, he wanted to let her sleep first, but a call came into his cell phone. He glanced at the notes, and suddenly frowned.

He first patted Chi Youyou's head to comfort her, got up from the sofa and walked a few steps, then pressed the answer and put it in his ear, and when the report was over, the man's face darkened, "Continue to check. "

After hanging up the phone, he stood in place and closed his eyes to calm down before turning around and walking in front of her.

She sat on the sofa with her little head drooping, pursing her lips and sobbing softly.

He stretched out his hand to touch her soft hair, and said softly: "How can I do it?"

She raised her wet and beautiful eyes, stretched out her arms, and said softly, "I want to hug."

Qi Boyan bent down and hugged her, wrapped her waist with one hand and lifted her from the sofa, she automatically wrapped his neck around his neck, with her two thin legs wrapped around his waist.

"Is this any better?"

She pressed against his neck, "Yeah."

How is he so nice.

He will give her whatever she wants.

It was in a dream.

Who would be so kind to her.

Qi Boyan walked around the living room with her in his arms, and noticed that the little girl in his arms was still crying. He hugged her and sat on the fluffy single sofa beside her.

He patted her back lightly with one hand, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

She was dizzy, with sadness overflowing from her heart, and said in a low voice, "He doesn't love me."

Qi Boyan frowned, his dark eyes were full of darkness, the hand that was patting her back also stopped, froze for a few seconds, then clenched twice.

Ling Muyun took her to the hospital today, and they spent the rest of the time alone, and then she went to drink, could it be because of Ling Muyun?

But her attitude towards Ling Muyun when she was sober didn't seem like she was pretending.

He loosened his hand holding her originally, and his voice was a bit cold, "Why must he love you, can't others?"

After he asked this sentence, he regretted it a bit.

Why must he, not because she likes it.

Apart from the joy of two people in this world, all other feelings are sad.

But not long after they separated, it seemed normal for her not to forget.

He glanced down at her in his arms, she was small, soft, and fragrant, and he couldn't put it down in his arms.

Were they ever this close?

She curled her lips, "Others? No one... No one loves me. "

"Someone loves you."

She just asked, "Who?"

Relying on her being drunk, what he couldn't say before she fell in love with him, he naturally said, "I."

Who?

She lifted her little head from his arms, trying to see his appearance clearly, and let her see who it was, "Do you want to be my father?"