Is the senior going home today?

"Hey, Yuanze, do you want to lie down?" Lin Qianxing shouted.

Yuan Ze walked to the front of the couch, looked at Lin Qianxing who was swaying on it, glanced at him, turned and sat at the dining table, "What do you drink? What kind of wine do you have here?"

"White beer, foreign beer, everything you need," Gao Peng said loudly, "Order as you like, the wine is mine."

"Let's have some white beer, I'll treat you to this meal." Yuan Ze curled his fingers and tapped on the dining table, "It's agreed to invite the little landlord."

Lin Qianxing jumped up from the couch and sat next to Yuanze, "Little landlord reminds you that you can pay the deposit."

Yuan Ze took out his mobile phone, tapped twice, "Pay, WeChat."

"Well," Lin Qianxing also took out his mobile phone and swiped open the screen, "It's mainly based on the number of times you take a shower, I don't feel relieved if you don't pay a deposit."

"A profiteer." Yuan Ze ticked the corner of his mouth, pressed 6 numbers, and the transfer was successful.

Gaopeng looked at Lin Qianxing as if he was looking at an alien, "Brother Qian, little landlord?" He looked disbelieving, "Little? Landlord."

"It doesn't matter what the name is." Lin Qianxing tapped the phone screen with his thumb, the transfer icon became lighter, turned off the phone and put it on the dining table.

Names don't matter, that's all.

Brother Qian, a young man in Danxia Lane who raised 15 children by himself, it really doesn't matter what people call him, and he doesn't even care what he thinks or thinks of him.

Just like the sentence he often hangs on his lips: how people think of me is their business, and it has something to do with me.He said I'm good, I'm good, he said I'm bad, I'm bad, who is he.

Two bottles of beer, two cases of beer, the waiter came in to put the wine away, and served about 10 signature dishes according to Boss Gao's wishes.

The decoration of the private room does not match Boss Gao's temperament, but the wine and dishes perfectly fit the boss's temperament. The big plates and bowls are emerald green and bright red, and they are really piled up.

"Hey, Boss Gao, your home is not known as exquisite private kitchen." Jing Yuelai searched Xingyue's address on the platform before, and read the comments of netizens by the way. He looked at the table full of dishes and swallowed, "This ...It's quite bold."

"What more exquisite food do you need when your family comes to eat?" Gaopeng opened the door of the room and waved to the waiter outside, "I can handle it here."

A waiter in a maroon dress pushed the door in with an order pad, "Boss, what else do you need?"

"Here, take four yogurts," Gaopeng said, "and then prepare a set meal for me separately, put them in the lunch box, four dishes, and make a box of pigeon soup, pack it in an insulated bag and bring it here."

"Brother Qian, I'll bring the dinner to Sister Yu later, you guys eat first." Gaopeng opened a bottle of white wine, stood up and sat down again, "Hey, look at my brain, Yuanze treats guests today, the wine bottle Here you are." Leaning forward, he handed the bottle to Yuan Ze.

Then divide the four bottles of yogurt that the waiter just brought in, "Drink some yogurt to cushion your stomach first, if you can drink it, you still have to protect your stomach."

"Hey, hey, I can't drink, I only need a bottle of beer," Jing Yue quickly grabbed the 300ML glass jug in front of him, "I have to go back to school later, and Brother Yuan won't take me in .”

"What school are you going back to?" The thermos bag was brought in, and Gao Peng walked out with the thermos bag in hand, "I'll sleep here if it's down, there's a guest room next door, it's empty."

"I'll deliver the meal to Sister Yu, you guys start the table first." Gaopeng added before leaving the house.

Yuan Ze first filled Lin Qianxing's jug with the wine bottle, and then filled up his own. There was less than half of the bottle left.

"How do you spell it?" Yuan Ze gently put the wine bottle on his left hand, turned his head to look at Lin Qianxing who was sitting on his right, and asked, "Whether fast or more?"

"Are you really going to fight Brother Yuan?" Jing Yue sat next to Lin Qianxing, and kindly reminded, "He can drink quite a bit, I've never seen him drunk before."

"I've never been drunk before," Lin Qianxing laughed, "so you have to fight to find out who is the best."

"The amount of liquor, the speed of beer?" Yuan Ze suggested.

"Okay, the one who treats the guests has the final say." Lin Qianxing removed the one or two small wine glasses, "Just drink from the jug."

Who is good?Who is older?

The same wonderful thing.

After all, he is still a child with the initials, like a little beast that has just been allowed to enter the arena, he is crazy about winning and losing.

"Two big brothers, let's order food first, and put on a cushion." Jing Yue happily prepared to watch the show, opened the yogurt for them, inserted the straw, and handed it to the two of you thoughtfully, "Do you have to make a bet? ah?"

"Yeah, drinking too much is boring." Lin Qianxing said.

"Answer the other party's question, honestly, just ask as many as you want," Yuan Ze pointed his finger at the curved handle of the wine bottle, the red mole on the base of his middle finger was reflected by the bright light of the crystal chandelier, looking more and more like a The moist cinnabar is particularly conspicuous, "The winner asks the loser."

"But how can you answer when you're drunk?" Lin Qianxing asked.

"Didn't you say you've never been drunk?" Yuan Ze took a sip of yogurt, and then pushed the yogurt box away. Yuan Ze didn't like the yogurt very much, it was sticky and not refreshing enough.

Then with a smile in the corner of his eyes, he whispered, "I'm waiting for you to ask me."

When Gao Peng came back after delivering the meal, Jing Yue had already collapsed on the couch.

An empty liquor bottle and two empty beer bottles were neatly placed beside the table.

Lin Qianxing was holding another bottle of baijiu with the bottom up, and the last drop of wine fell into Yuan Ze's flask.

There was still more than half of the food on the table, Gao Peng called the waiter to come in, first removed the small table on the couch, let Jing Yue lie straight, asked the waiter to cover him with a blanket, and then cooled the table. The finished dishes are served hot.

"How much did this kid drink? It's over so soon." Gaopeng took a bottle of beer by himself, pried off the cap with chopsticks, and touched Yuan Ze's jug at an angle, "Come on, Yuan Ze, I I respect you."

Yuan Ze pinched the handle of the jug, smiled, raised his head and took a big gulp, sharing the last shallow layer of transparent white wine in the jug.

Then he held up the hip flask and touched the flagon flask that Lin Qianxing was holding in his hand. The glassware collided lightly and made a crisp "ding" sound, "The last bit, done?"

"Do it!" Lin Qianxing raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, his throat rolled, and his fingertips secretly clasped the edge of the table with some strength, his knuckles were red and white.The earlobe and the side of the face were flushed, and small beads of sweat kept coming out of the chin and the tip of the nose.

One catty of liquor per person.

Yuanze looked normal, put a piece of sweet potato into a small plate, carefully picked out the chopped green onion with the tip of chopsticks, picked it up and ate it, then asked Lin Qianxing with a smile, "Do you still drink beer, little landlord? "

Lin Qianxing licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue that was soaked hot in alcohol, "Drink."

"Brother Qian, you seem to be in a bad mood today, stop drinking," Gao Peng sat on Jingyue's seat, and touched Lin Qianxing's face with the back of his hand, "Tsk tsk, you blushed so much."

Lin Qianxing slapped him, "How many times have I told you, don't touch my face."

"Hypocritical," Gaopeng got used to him like this, and was not annoyed, "The word hypocritical, Brother Qian, I have given it to you so many times."

"I used to think you were right," Lin Qianxing grinned, her peach blossom eyes glistened with wet light, and her brows were picturesque, "I'm fucking hypocritical, but now..."

Lin Qianxing laughed, got up and went to the table to pick up two bottles of beer, and put one in front of Yuan Ze, "Continue? Master Yuan."

"I can't continue," Yuan Ze put the beer bottle on the empty table on the left, and said flatly, "I can't drink it anymore."

"Impossible." Lin Qianxing leaned over, facing Yuan Ze's face, and the strong smell of alcohol rushed to Yuan Ze's face, "Be more sincere."

It was already very close to the ground, so close that Yuan Ze could clearly see his own shadow reflected in Lin Qianxing's deep pupils, and so close that Lin Qianxing could clearly count the curled eyelashes under Yuan Ze's eyelids.

This distance already exceeded the safe distance Yuan Ze had set for himself with others, but he didn't hide and stared at Lin Qianxing.

From his dark eyes, to the red corners of his eyes due to alcohol stimulation, to his moist lips...

"I really can't drink anymore, don't listen to Jing Yue's nonsense," Yuan Ze lowered his voice, "I lost."

"Really, I'm dizzy," Yuan Ze said affirmatively, "Stop drinking it, too."

"Then I'm asking a question. To be honest, you said it."

Lin Qianxing bent his mouth, stared at Yuan Ze's eyes, then straightened up, and was blocked by the side chair when he backed up. He couldn't stand still, and put his hand on Yuan Ze's arm.

Where the skin touches, it is hot.

Every time I touch this person, I feel the same, that is, it is hot.

"Do you want a wet tissue?" Lin Qianxing hurriedly took his hand away and asked Yuanze seriously.

"I'll go back and take a shower." Yuan Ze withdrew his gaze, and poked a piece of fruit with a small fork to eat.

The guest buried his head in the meal the whole time, and now he looked up and saw two people, the beer was on the table, but they didn't open it, "Why don't you open it? Do you still drink?"

"No." The two said in unison.

"Then I'll get you some staple food." Gaopeng opened the window and looked down. "The barbecue is spread out. Let me bake something for you to eat? The staple food is roasted rice noodles and pumpkin porridge."

"Row."

"Brother Qian, I'll ask the waiter to bring it up. I have to go down to take care of the situation. You two can chat for a while." Gaopeng wiped his mouth with a tissue, got up and walked out, "Today the foreman asked for leave, and the store is not full of staff. "

"Jing Yue can just sleep here at night, and don't bother to go back." Walking to the door, Gaopeng turned around and added.

The door was gently closed from the outside, and the private room fell silent.

Yuan Ze chewed the fruit slowly, holding a small fork in his hand, and picked up the phone with the other hand to reply a few messages.

"Hey, I'm going to ask a question." Lin Qianxing leaned lazily on the back of the chair, opened her long legs, and sucked on a box of yogurt.

Yuan Ze turned the chair around and sat facing Lin Qianxing, turning a small fork like a pen in his hand, with his right leg crossed, his bony ankle resting on the same bony knee.

"Do you trust me?" Lin Qianxing asked.

"what?"

"This is the question I want to ask, do you believe me?" Lin Qianxing also turned around, tilted his head, and looked at him.

"You asked me this question before, why ask again?"

"Yuanze, you don't seem to be qualified to ask me questions," Lin Qianxing smiled triumphantly, "You lost, you can only answer."

"Is this question important?"

"You can only answer." Lin Qianxing bit the straw and said.

Yuanze lowered his eyelids to think seriously, and frowned, obviously much more cautious than the last answer.

"I believe in you." Yuan Ze's dark brown eyes were clear, and he wanted to look into people's hearts.

"Well, do you believe me or Lu Qingfeng?"

Yuan Ze lowered his legs, arched his body forward, propped his elbows on his thighs, and drooped his eyelids again.

The broken hair in front of the forehead was curled up. After a while, he sighed softly, straightened up, met Lin Qianxing's eyes, and said firmly and slowly, "I believe you."

The author has something to say: Yuan Ze: Ask questions carefully, and ask nonsense!

Lin Qianxing: I have to tell Yuan Ze that Lu Qingfeng is not a good person.

Thank you for reading the text, little ones, I love you!