Trajectory 2: entangled curves

"How can you two be a match for our opponent even with your combined strength? I don't want to play anymore." With this kind of cooperation, the opponent couldn't take it anymore.

Deng Qing didn’t care whether the person on the other side played or not. What he cared about was the woman in front of him.

It was amazing. With just a few actions and words, he had tied her and himself together. It was she who made him the "target" of the drinking game, and it was also she who rescued him when he was defeated.

"It turns out that she didn't want me to drink. She wanted everyone to think that my relationship with her was special." When this group of people had "opinions" about their "cooperation", Deng Qing finally understood.

"If you don't want to play anymore, then don't drink. Let's go back." Zhuge Qinuo said to Deng Qing seriously, following the words of the person opposite him.

Mi Bei's heart tightened.

Even if this was true, it was not uncommon in this circle. The people present had a look of understanding.

"Oh, go back? So the point is here. You can't pretend anymore." Deng Qing felt proud, but he had to act completely.

"Let's go back. It's too early now. You haven't had enough fun yet." He deliberately raised his voice.

"Play for a while longer, you have a lot of time ahead of you." Someone nearby said meaningfully, and made crazy hints to Deng Qing with a beaming look on his face.

How could Zhuge Qinuo not understand the meaning? These people naturally regarded her as Deng Qing's woman. It didn't matter whether it was the kind of woman who satisfied her physiological needs or the kind of woman who developed a long-term stable relationship. After all, the couples on the set or simply the sex partners on the set were all tacitly understood in their circle. This was really normal.

Deng Qing: "Hey, you're right. I need to go back early, or my agent will eat me up first. So, I'll play a big game with everyone at the end, come on."

Everyone came together, naturally excluding Zhuge Qinuo, Deng Qing protected her very well, and Deng Qing did all the drinking for her. This initiative made her feel unworthy.

"That's enough, stop playing." She whispered in his ear.

"Okay, we don't want to play anymore. I'll listen to you." Deng Qing deliberately amplified her words like a loudspeaker, "We're leaving. I've already paid in advance. Have fun."

As he said this, he put his arm around her shoulders. Her height was perfect for Deng Qing, who was 183cm tall, to put his arm around her shoulders without any effort.

"Ouch!"

Deng Qing was thinking this when he suddenly felt powerless after Zhuge Qinuo called out.

When he came to his senses, he saw that she had left his arms and was holding him with both hands.

Zhuge Qinuo drove Deng Qing, while Mi Bei supported her.

"Thank you," Zhuge Qinuo looked at Mi Bei, "It's a bit heavy, I can't do it alone, how about you help me?"

"Yeah." Mi Bei's face and neck turned red, and even his eyes were bloodshot.

Without saying anything more, he walked straight to the other side and picked up Deng Qing.

Deng Qing was still wondering where the weight was. He hadn't even used any strength yet, so why was it so heavy that he was about to fall? But he felt his body lifted up: "Brother Deng, go back."

Later, he watched Zhuge Qinuo completely out of his control, and he calmly helped him put on a mask and supported his other arm.

Out of the box.

"I'll drive the car and wait for you at the door." Zhuge Qinuo immediately made arrangements and put them into action.

"Did you see it?" Deng Qing felt Zhuge Qinuo walking away, so he stood up and looked at Mi Bei.

Mi Bei: "Brother Deng, I saw it. You played too much today. As for her, I don't see anything wrong with her at the moment."

Deng Qing: "You are still too young. Be prepared. I will teach you a lesson, but remember, don't leave me and her alone. Understand?"

"Yeah." Mi Bei had just drunk a lot of wine and was a little dizzy. He wanted to say something, but finally chose to shut up.

Zhuge Qinuo got on the car.

"Where are you going? Deng Qing shouldn't go back to the hotel where he's staying. He's bound to be photographed. It's not good for him to be photographed like this."

After listening to Zhuge Qinuo's suggestion, Deng Qing squeezed Mi Bei's hand with greater strength.

Mi Bei understood what he meant: "Where to go then?"

When asking this question, Mi Bei's mind was full of the scene when Zhuge Qinuo and he were in the same room in the hotel last time. He seemed to know what she would do, but he actually felt a little disappointed in his heart, for no reason.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Mibei, let's go to your rental house? Where is it? Teach me how to open it."

Mi Bei: "Rental house?"

Deng Qing didn't react, and Mi Bei was also a little confused. Just like when acting, the opponent didn't act according to the script and was confused: "Okay."

Give directions.

Drive.

Research and ponder.

Helped Deng Qing to Mi Bei’s rental house.

Zhuge Qinuo and Mi Bei worked together to put Deng Qing on the bed.

She took the initiative to help Deng Qing take off her shoes. Mi Bei saw this and didn't want to see what happened next, so he pretended to be dizzy and lay on the sofa.

All he could hear was Zhuge Qinuo busying himself taking care of Deng Qing. Some thoughts in his mind seemed to be confirmed: "Maybe Brother Deng is right. Her target is him."

He felt a little uncomfortable. He knew he had no right to feel uncomfortable. To Deng Qing, he was a younger brother. How could a younger brother interfere in the affairs of his elder brother? To Zhuge Qinuo, how long had they known each other? He didn't even have an identity, let alone the right to ask about her actions.

Thinking back to when Deng Qing was so close to her at the club, and how she responded to his moves, he knew that both of them were acting, but how much truth was there in this play? Was this the world of adults? Was he supposed to participate in this kind of tug-of-war?

He pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the room, and remembered Deng Qing's instructions not to let Zhuge Qinuo and him stay in the same room. Now, they were in the same room. But he didn't want to get involved. He also wanted to know what she would do, and to what extent Deng Qing would test her.

After all, he knew Deng Qing. In his impression, there were countless beautiful women around Deng Qing, but no one made him so concerned about targeting her. He was also sure that Deng Qing was not drunk and there would not be any "bed photos" that would be accidentally leaked because of drunkenness.

He even had a little idea that he hoped Zhuge Qinuo could succeed.

He knew her past, and he also knew that Deng Qing was her favorite star. If she could get what she wanted just once, she would have some happiness, even if the price was Deng Qing's innocence.

After all, she had saved him, so Mibei had no intention of getting up and interrupting whatever might be happening in the room.

Soon, there were footsteps.

Zhuge Qinuo walked closer: "Mibei, is this towel yours?"

Mi Bei's wild thoughts came to an end, and he heaved a sigh of relief as well, pretending to open his eyes with difficulty: "Yeah!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then wash your face."

Mibei didn't expect this kind of operation and hasn't decided whether to accept it.

"So you've drunk too much." Zhuge Qinuo said as he squatted in front of him, "Come on, be good and close your eyes."

After Mi Bei did as she was told, she gently and carefully wiped his face, including the nasal groove, eyebrows, behind the ears, and neck.

Then she ran into the bathroom, boiled water to wash the towel, and came out to help him wipe his hands.

During the whole process, Mi Bei didn't dare to open his eyes.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Mibei, Mibei, don't fall asleep yet, drink some water. Be good, get up and drink some water."

Mi Bei was not drunk. In this unexpected situation, he didn't know how drunk he should act and was still considering it.

"Did you drink so much too?" As the voice fell, Zhuge Qinuo began to use one hand to support Mi Bei's head with difficulty: "Be good, drink some water, you won't feel so uncomfortable tomorrow."

Different from the way he treated Deng Jing, in Zhuge Qinuo's eyes, Mi Bei was still young, and he treated Mi Bei like a child.

Mibei drank a lot of water passively.

Since going to Korea, he has never felt treated so well again. He has to do everything by himself. But now he feels like a child who can't take care of himself. Yes, a child. Zhuge Qinuo is talking to him in the same tone as he would his son.

God knows how wonderful Mibei felt inside, being coaxed and cared for by her like this.

"Mibei, don't sleep yet. It's not good to sleep here. Come on, get up quickly, be good." Zhuge Qinuo said again, put his hand on his shoulder, and helped Mibei up with difficulty.

Mi Bei also showed some cooperation. Suddenly, there was someone in his arms, thin and small, but just enough for him to relieve some of his strength on her.

Was this the feeling when Brother Deng was on top of her just now? A little to the side of her face, there was a fragrance mixed with the smell of tobacco on her hair. The senses were more sensitive in the middle of the night, and this feeling was really wonderful.

Zhuge Qinuo helped Mi Bei onto the bed and took off his shoes for him: "Be good, take off your shoes, don't dirty the sheets and quilt, you have to change and wash them yourself."

Zhuge Qinuo turned on the air conditioner for the two of them, covered them with a blanket, and poured water on Mi Bei's bedside. Then he took a deep breath, and finally went out and left.