Marry for a long time

Lin Zhifei carefully backed up the photos and videos.

After watching the short video again, my heart still beats fast.

Smiling for the camera is so lethal...

He can play it on loop two hundred times.

In the corner of the bar, under the dim light, Lin Zhifei's face was warmed by the phone screen.

Qianqian leaned over with the cup in his arms, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Zhifei turned off reflexively.

"You won't let me see it." Qianqian despaired of this friendship, took a big gulp of frustration, and sighed: "We know that we have little secrets when we grow up..."

Lu Mintong glanced at him, and reminded him neither salty nor weak: "Although this wine is sweet, but the alcohol content is not low, please drink less."

Money is habitually ungrateful, coupled with a deep understanding that Lin Zhifei was kidnapped by him, so he held the wine glass and glared at him unwillingly: "If you leave me alone, I will drink."

Lin Zhifei smiled dryly, stretched out his hand and pulled Qianqian's wrist: "Qianqian, you don't drink well, so you should stop drinking."

Qian Qian squinted at the two of them through the light, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought about what was wrong. Both of them advised him not to drink, which was quite easy-going. His eyes wandered around them again, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. I finally realized that my behavior was very similar-"Why do I feel like I am a jealous concubine?"

Qian Qian's gaze stayed on him for a while, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out. When he was sitting upright, he suddenly heard the other party say, "Pu Chi" and laughed out loud. When he received Qian Qian's more resentful eyes, he quickly swallowed his laughter Going back, he coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment: "Qianqian——"

As soon as the name was called, the shoulders of the people next to him were grabbed. Lu Mintong sneered and said, "Guigui, you have to recognize the facts early and give up."

Qian Qian was about to die of anger. He and Lu Mintong lost in the 20-year friendship match. Seeing the pride in Lu Mintong's eyes, he was even more angry. The wine hurts in the throat.

Lin Zhifei felt a little guilty, and gently pushed Lu Mintong away, hugged Qianqian instead, and whispered, "Qianqian, I really care about you too."

"I'm just pretending, I lied to you, I'm not sorry." Qianqian put away the sad expression on his face, and immediately smiled, "This wine is really delicious, do you want to try it?"

Lin Zhifei took the glass and took a sip. The tip of his tongue tasted a strong sweetness and some milky taste. He licked his lips again to relish: "What kind of wine is this?"

"Cream whiskey." Qian Qian took back the wine glass and continued to drink from the rim that Lin Zhifei touched just now.

Lu Mintong's eyes rested on the wine glass for a moment, then he looked away calmly, and didn't pay much attention to the long-term intimacy between them, instead he reminded: "Drink less."

However, money will not listen to him at all, and if Ji Jingyuan is not here, no one can control him.When he returned to the hotel, he fell drunk on the bed. Fortunately, he was not too noisy when he was drunk, and he was very quiet and not troublesome.

Lin Zhifei went and called for a glass of milk, and sat by the bed to feed him.

Halfway through drinking the milk, there was a knock on the door: "Qianqian? Are you asleep?"

Lin Zhifei was startled, met Qianqian's confused eyes, quickly put the milk cup aside, let Qianqian lie down, and covered his face with the quilt: "Qianqian, your mother is here, lie down quickly, don't make a sound, because her It would be miserable if you knew you were drunk."

Qian Qian's voice came from under the quilt, loudly saying: "Obey!"

Lu Min glanced at them with sideways eyes. Seeing that they were ready, he opened the door and let Qian Huirong enter the room. Qian Huirong looked around and said with a smile, "Are you still asleep?"

Lin Zhifei pressed his buttocks tightly against the corner of the quilt, with a smile on his face, and replied, "Brother Tong and I haven't slept yet, but Qian Qian has already fallen asleep. Auntie, are you here for something?"

"It's okay, I just feel a little worried when you go to the bar, come and take a look." Qian Huirong looked past Lin Zhifei at the person lying on the bed, and frowned slightly, "Why did you cover your face?" , how boring."

As she spoke, she walked over, grabbed the quilt lightly and pulled it down, revealing Qian Qian's wide-open eyes, Qian Huirong was startled, and after seeing it clearly, she patted her chest and panted: "You child... ...didn't sleep?"

Qianqian shook his head, his head soaked in alcohol was a little dull, and he said without saying a word, "I don't want to sleep yet, but you know that if you want me to lie down and tell me not to talk, talking will be miserable."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

As soon as Qian Huirong left, Lin Zhifei immediately drooped his head, and said dejectedly: "It's over, my image in Auntie's heart has probably plummeted, will she think that I have become a bad person and do bad things without telling my parents..."

Lu Mintong went to the window and opened a window to let in the cool evening breeze. Hearing Lin Zhifei talking to himself, he couldn't help but smile, and said, "No. The rich and noble are the ones to worry about. Look at it. He is not worried at all." He paused, turned his eyes to the person who was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, and clicked his tongue, "Still having fun."

Lin Zhifei followed his gaze to look at the money, and couldn't help but sigh.

Qianqian was chatting with Ji Jingyuan via video. After laying down for a while, he felt tired, and then turned over and lay down again, holding the phone in both hands, chatting with a smile, and the content was transmitted to the ears of the two sitting on the sofa...some of it was simply unbearable.

Lin Zhifei became more and more embarrassed as he listened to it. The greasy love words were especially clear in the quiet room. He sneaked a glance at Lu Mintong out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that he looked calm and didn't feel weird at all, Lin Zhifei pursed his lips and got up to face the bed. As he was walking, he just wanted to signal Qian Qian to be more reserved, but he instructed him: "I know you came just in time, help me hold up the phone, my hands are so sore."

Lin Zhifei was stunned for a moment, then silently climbed onto the bed, sat together by the head of the bed, and helped him hold the phone.

At the other end of the video, Ji Jingyuan saw Lin Zhifei, greeted him, and asked him in a low voice, "Is Tiantian drunk?"

Lin Zhifei: "...um."

Amazing observation.

Ji Jingyuan looked at Qian Qian again, his voice slightly raised, with a bit of coercion: "Didn't you promise me not to touch alcohol in the future?"

Qian Qian said confidently: "I'm using wine to relieve my worries!"

After saying that, Lin Zhifei leaned to the side in embarrassment, not wanting to be in the mirror.

"What are you worrying about?" After Ji Jingyuan asked, he raised his eyes suddenly, and asked with a frown, "Huaiyuan, why are you up?"

Lin Zhifei froze, and reflexively leaned over, looking at the phone.

When Lu Mintong heard those two words, he raised his eyes and looked over, seeing Lin Zhifei's small movements, his expression turned cold instantly.

There was no figure of Ji Huaiyuan in the video, only his obviously hoarse voice: "Come out and pour a glass of water."

Lin Zhifei didn't notice Lu Mintong's icy gaze, he was all focused on the other person's voice, he hesitated for a few seconds, and asked in a low voice: "... Huaiyuan, is he sick?"

Ji Jingyuan was a little surprised by Lin Zhifei's sudden question. After a moment of silence, he replied in a low voice: "Well, I have a fever. I'm afraid no one will take care of him, so I came to see him."

Lin Zhifei often suffers from minor illnesses, and knows how to quickly and effectively reduce fever, so he said eagerly: "Go to boil ginger syrup, chop ginger slices and add brown sugar to boil, drink it while it is hot, then sleep and sweat more under the quilt, the fever will soon subside !"

Qian Qian touched his shoulder for some unknown reason, and said, "Don't worry, your hands are shaking, and I can't even see Jing Yuan's face clearly."

Lin Zhifei realized what he had just said as if he had just woken up from a dream. He subconsciously went to look at Lu Mintong, but saw that the other party lowered his eyebrows and was looking at something with a mobile phone in his hand. He looked calm and breezy and didn't care at all.

He moved his lips and called out cautiously, "Brother Tong..."

Lu Mintong raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he only said one word: "Huh?"

Seeing his eyes, Lin Zhifei's heart sank, and the night wind that came in made his body feel a little chilly.

After Qian Qian and Ji Jingyuan finished the video, they hummed a ditty and went to take a shower. There were only the two of them in the room, silent.

The sound of splashing water broke the silence of the room.

Lu Mintong picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Lin Zhifei squeezed his fists, mustered up the courage to walk to Lu Mintong's side, and said softly, "Brother, I—"

As soon as the words came out, they were easily covered by the lively voices on the TV.

Lin Zhifei was stunned, raised his voice, and said with all his might, "Brother Tong, I'm sorry."

Lu Mintong raised his eyes, his eyes slowly slid across his face, and then fell on the TV screen, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, if you care about it, you will mess up, I know."

Lin Zhifei bit his lip, feeling even more at a loss, his mind was in a mess and he didn't know how to explain it.

After Qianqian came out of the shower, Lin Zhifei was still standing beside Lu Mintong stupidly. Lu Mintong glanced at him and said, "Go take a shower, rest early, and watch the sunrise with me tomorrow."

Lin Zhifei was overjoyed, his eyes were no longer dim, and he looked at Lu Mintong expectantly.

Lu Mintong raised his lips and said in a gentle tone, "Go."

Lin Zhifei was finally relieved, took a quick bath, and said cheerfully: "Brother, I'll take a shower instead!"

Lu Min agreed, got up and walked past him expressionlessly.

Qian Qian rolled onto the bed and waved to Lin Zhifei with a smile: "Come here, Zhizhi, and sleep with this prince!"

He automatically lay down on the innermost side and let Lin Zhifei sleep in the middle. Lin Zhifei stared at him for a while, but still didn't see why, so he simply asked, "Qian Qian, are you awake?"

Qianqian drank a glass of milk and took a shower just now, and he was almost sober from the wine: "Sure! When will I not be sober?" After he finished speaking, he suddenly approached, lowered his voice and said softly, "Zhi'er, you have to coax me to sleep with you now." Brother, just because he said he’s fine doesn’t mean he’s really fine, he probably feels really bad.”