Choose me next year, I'm super sweet

Jiao Lang smelled the aroma of rum, mixed with all kinds of wine smells from the bar, and with a hint of extra soft fragrance, lingering at the tip of his nose.

Zhou Lan raised his hand, the wine glass slowly tilted, and the wine slipped into Jiao Lang's mouth. He raised his hand to support Zhou Lan's hand, and drank half of the glass with a gulp.

The taste of the wine was very irritating to the mouth, Jiao Lang couldn't help coughing twice after drinking, and raised his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, can you go home now?"

Zhou Lan pressed her finger on the thin layer of wine remaining at the bottom of the glass, and drew circles on the table against the glass: "What am I going to do when I go back?"

"Go back to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow." Jiao Lang tried to pull him up.

But Zhou Lan broke away unceremoniously, fell back heavily on the sofa, and looked up at him: "I just had a glass of wine, and I didn't do anything outrageous! I'm in a bad mood and won't even let me drink a glass of wine?" ?!"

Jiao Lang stood stiffly, speechless to Zhou Lan's questioning. Indeed, he seemed to disapprove of Zhou Lan's behavior in various ways since he came here, as if Zhou Lan was doing something wrong.

In fact, Zhou Lan just wanted to drink some wine.

Jiao Lang sat down silently, picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a full glass: "I'll drink with you."

……

Jiao Lang has been trying his best to calm himself down. Although he drank a lot, he has not forgotten that he is here to protect Zhou Lan, and he wants to send Zhou Lan home safely.

The elevator had already reached the ninth floor, and they walked out with Zhou Lan, who was drunk in his arms, until it stopped at the door of Zhou Lan's house.

"Where's your key?" Jiao Lang began to speak a little unclearly, but fortunately he was just a little erratic now, not completely drunk, and he was able to send Zhou Lan home properly.

Zhou Lan snorted in his arms as a reply, but Jiao Lang couldn't understand what he meant by humming.

He waved his hand to express his indifference: "It's okay, I'll look for it."

Opening Zhou Lan's commuter bag, Jiao Lang looked left and right, but he didn't see any keys inside.

"Where's the key..." Jiao Lang didn't think it was in the commuter bag, it must be on Zhou Lan's body.

I reached into his pocket and searched left and right, but there was nothing there.

That's in the trouser pocket?

Jiao Lang reached out to touch it, and Zhou Lan hummed a little in his arms.

Not in the trouser pocket either.

Does Zhou Lan's clothes have inner pockets?

Jiao Lang started a new round of searching.

Zhou Lan's breathing became a little short, but Jiao Lang didn't notice.

The window period was too long, and Zhou Lan's drowsy head could no longer control his body. Almost every cell was burning instinctively.

Jiao Lang didn't know what was going on, he was looking for the key, and then Zhou Lan suddenly hugged him, because he drank too much, his hands were limp and he didn't have much strength.

After looking around, he searched inside and outside his clothes pockets, hidden pockets, and his trouser pockets. The only pocket Jiao Lang could think of that he hadn't found was his butt pocket.

I reached in and touched the left and right sides carefully, and there was no trace of the key.

Zhou Lan snorted softly in his arms.

Jiao Lang held Zhou Lan in his arms, thinking what to do, could they not be able to enter the house tonight?

He reached out and patted Zhou Lan's cheek lightly: "Zhou Lan, wake up, where did you keep your keys?"

Zhou Lan opened his eyes, his eyes were full of hazy water color, raised his arms around his neck, buried his head on his neck and rubbed gently.

This……

Jiao Lang bent down and picked up Zhou Lan's bag, hugged him and started to turn back the long way.

There is no other way, let's take Zhou Lan back to where he lives first.

The surrogate driver had already left, and Jiao Lang didn't want to take care of the car anymore, so he let it park here. He hailed a car, got in the car with Zhou Lan in his arms, and reported his home address.

After getting in the car, Jiao Lang released Zhou Lan a little, so he didn't have to hug him tightly all the time.

He let go, but Zhou Lan's arm around his neck did not let go, Jiao Lang swallowed, and finally chose to look out the window.

The car window reflected his drunken and nervous face. Zhou Lan closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder, moving around uneasily.

Jiao Lang maintained this state, and then this expression was broken, and the face reflected on the window glass was embarrassed and flustered.

Jiao Lang hurriedly held Zhou Lan down, telling him not to move anymore.

Zhou Lan's legs were moving around just now, and they kept rubbing against his legs. His calf slipped by inadvertently, and his knee touched his vitals.

After getting out of the car, Jiao Lang paid the driver's skeptical gaze, and walked towards his home with Zhou Lan in his arms.

The difficulty is no different from learning scriptures from the West, every step is ninety-nine and 81 difficult.

Jiao Lang hugged Zhou Lan and his voice was a little hoarse, feeling like he was going crazy: "It's almost home, don't move, okay?"

Zhou Lan showed with actions that the answer is no.

Jiao Lang could only take a deep breath, bent down and hugged Zhou Lan, binding his hands and feet tightly, so as not to give him any chance to make trouble.

He walked quickly to the front of the house, opened the door, closed the door, went upstairs, and put Zhou Lan on the bed, just like throwing away a hot potato, the action was done in one go.

Jiao Lang looked at Zhou Lan who was so drunk that he couldn't hug Zhou Lan like this anymore, otherwise he would really...

Jiao Lang heard his breathing getting heavier. It was the first time he had been subjected to such a big test in his life.

Turning his head and walking out of the room, he went to wash his face first, and said silently in his heart in front of the mirror.

I can do it, I can do it with a gun!

Zhou Lan is delirious, but I am still sober, I have to control myself!

After washing his face, he felt that his willpower had recovered by at least [-] points. Jiao Lang returned to the room, intending to leave after taking off Zhou Lan's coat, at least it would be more comfortable to sleep with his coat off.

Then Jiao Lang collapsed again.

Holding the coat that Zhou Lan took off in his hand, he looked at the scene in front of him with a red face.

Zhou Lan seemed to be very hot, she was unbuttoning her shirt all the time, moving restlessly from hands to feet to waist to hair tips.

……

Zhou Lan had a very long dream. He smelled like alcohol, and almost every cell was filled with unreasonable alcohol.

At this time, there happened to be a pair of generous and strong hands to light his fire.

He felt it very much, and burned up at once.

The other party is indifferent, sometimes hugs him tightly, and sometimes stays far away from him indifferently, very good at playing tricks.

then……

It is long-lost happiness.

……

When Zhou Lan woke up, she opened her eyes and saw a strange ceiling. Looking around, she saw a strange room.

The snow-white quilt covered him, and the crisp and numb aftertaste still lingered, and Zhou Lan knew roughly what happened by feeling.

It's just... where was he brought?

Who did he meet last night?

Zhou Lan recalled carefully in his mind that he was drinking last night, and then someone came to strike up a conversation, but he refused.

Thinking of this, Zhou Lan was already a little dazed. He even refused to strike up a conversation. Why was he brought here? ? ?

Then... By the way, and then, it was Jiao Lang who called, and then Jiao Lang came to find him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Lan shook her head, something was wrong, it must not be Jiao Lang, he is usually so cowardly, how could he have the courage to do such a thing, the feeling in the dream was still very clear, that person is not Jiao Lang's personality, which gives people The feeling is serious and a bit ruthless type.

His scalp tingled so hard.

After looking around carefully, his clothes were gone. Zhou Lan finally realized the seriousness of the problem. Could it be that he encountered some pervert?

Even his clothes were taken away.

There were footsteps outside, Zhou Lan had a good sense of crisis, and got up from the bed. Fortunately, the heating was turned on enough, and she was not afraid of the cold even naked.

Hiding behind the curtain, when the other party thought he ran away and turned to chase after him, he wrapped the quilt and escaped immediately.

The door opened, and a big, silly man walked in with a brand new and soft bathrobe. Zhou Lan's clothes were put together with the bathrobe. He has all the appliances in his house, although they are usually used by the housekeeper. But Jiao Lang also knew how to use it.

He got up early in the morning to wash Zhou Lan's clothes himself, and after drying, the ordered breakfast was delivered and put on the table.

He is now going to wake Zhou Lan up, Zhou Lan may be unhappy when he wakes up, but he is so happy that he feels like a newlywed.

Walking to the bed and putting down the stack of clothes, Jiao Lang found that the chestnut head on the pillow was gone, and the quilt was also shriveled.

week!blue!No!See!up!

But he has been downstairs, if Zhou Lan comes out, he should see him.

Then he... woke up and found himself being...

The balcony of his house has no anti-theft windows...

and so……

week!blue!Jump!building!up?

Jiao Lang went from being newlywed to losing his beloved husband in an instant, and falling from heaven to hell in an instant. He rushed to the window and opened it, looking down almost in grief: "Zhou! Lan!"

Empty, only his family's flowers.

Fortunately there was nothing.

Jiao Lang heaved a sigh of relief and turned around, feeling that his blood froze for just a moment.

this? ? ?

Leaning against the balcony, he saw a naked figure clinging to the French window between the French window and the curtains, he was too embarrassed to move.

Jiao Lang blinked his eyes, wondering what he saw, then the figure turned his head, as if he wanted to bury his head in the corner silently.

Jiao Lang froze for a moment, then hurried into the room and picked up the bathrobe, opened the curtains and shook out the bathrobe, wrapping up the person hiding behind the curtains.

"What are you doing standing here? The glass is so cold." Jiao Lang wrapped him up and put him on the edge of the bed. He didn't know how long he had been standing, whether his legs were frozen.

"Ah? Just..." Zhou Lan choked up speechlessly, completely unable to explain his sand sculpture behavior.

**

Lin Yi received a call from Jiao Lang in the morning, asking him to help Zhou Lan take a leave of absence.

This is Zhou Lan's rare request for leave in these years. Lin Yi remembers that once before, he drank two bottles of foreign wine and came to work the next day staring at the dark circles under his eyes that were about to drop to the ground.

How much do you have to drink this time?

Lin Yi was also a little hoarse when he heard Jiao Lang's voice. I'm afraid he was too busy last night to take care of Zhou Lan.

"I'll ask for leave for him, please take good care of him, I'm sorry for your trouble." Putting down the phone, he went to make up the leave form for Zhou Lan. There was a reason for the incident, and Zhou Lan had always considered his work style to be good, so it was easier for Lin Yi to pass the test.

At the end of the working day, I sent a text message to ask how Zhou Lan was doing.

Zhou Lan was having dinner, and Jiao Lang was very worried about his health. He felt that he was drinking, working hard, and standing against the cold glass early in the morning. He suspected that he was a little too stimulated and mentally disturbed.

Be careful with every look, for fear that Zhou Lan will have a sudden attack.

"Would you like some soup?" Jiao Lang picked up Zhou Lan's bowl, trying to fill him with soup.

Zhou Lan nodded, feeling that Jiao Lang is very abnormal today, although he can usually handle him under the applause, but why is his cautious look so wrong today?

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Sao Shou's conversion ceremony failed, and he was hit hard again by the onslaught, and was pushed back into Shou's territory.

Zhou Lan: I thought he was a pervert, he thought I was crazy, I was too difficult.