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"Buzz-"

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

Wu Queque fumbled for a long time before finding her pocket and taking out her phone.

"Queque, I have something to do temporarily, can you go back by yourself?"

Wu Yue's voice came from the receiver.

Wu Queque froze for a few seconds, then sat down obediently and answered her.

"OK."

Wu Yue didn't think much about it, but felt that his voice tonight was too obedient.

"Go back early." She urged.

Wu Queque responded, hung up the phone slowly and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

going back.

Wu Queque looked at the unfinished wine on the table reluctantly. After thinking for a minute or two, she slowly reached out to pick up the glass and drank all the wine in it one by one.

gone back.

Wu Queque stood up, supported the counter, and paused for two seconds before taking a step forward.

Ok?

Why didn't he fly?

Need to go a few more steps?

Wu Queque took another two steps forward, and then walked towards the door step by step, with slow and steady steps.

As soon as he stepped out the door, he was knocked back by a person.

Wu Queque staggered a step, and was grabbed by someone so as not to fall.

Spiritual power!

Wu Queque felt the rising spiritual power all over her body, her perplexed peach blossom eyes lit up, and she hugged the person in front of her along with the hand that was holding him.

Uh... a lot of spiritual power.

Lu Xinghan looked sullenly at the long-haired boy who threw himself into his arms, reeking of alcohol, his eyes were dim.

He Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took a step forward to pull Wu Queque away, but Wu Queque pushed him aside with a wave of his hand.

"Boss Lu..."

He Feng looked embarrassed, although it seemed unbelievable, but he really wasn't pretending.

Even he himself didn't expect that he would be pushed away so easily by a boy who looked thin and small.

"Witch Queque?"

Lu Xinghan looked down at the furry head buried in his arms.

Wu Queque paused in her movements, as if she was discerning the sound.

"Witch Sparrow."

Lu Xinghan repeated.

Wu Queque raised her head and looked at the person she was hugging.

Hmm... nice.

Still a little familiar.

Wu Queque's remaining thinking ability was not enough for him to identify who this person was, so he buried his head in Lu Xinghan's arms again.

This person's embrace is so comfortable, full of spiritual energy.

Like a dry fish suddenly seeing water, Wu Queque wanted to stick to this person and never separated for a moment.

"open."

A nice voice rang in my ears.

Wu Queque hugged Lu Xinghan's arm tightly, and burrowed her head into his arms, obviously not intending to cooperate.

"President Lu..." He Feng took out his phone, and just about to contact Wu Yue, he heard Lu Xinghan talk again.

"Go to the top floor."

A trace of surprise flashed across He Feng's eyes, he narrowed his eyes, and was suddenly taken aback.

Isn't this the "girl" who sang before?

It turned out to be Wu Que Que.

He Feng suddenly realized.

Lu Xinghan picked up Wu Queque and walked into the elevator.

It is one thing to worry about the drunkard going back alone, on the other hand, Lu Xinghan's eyes darkened, and his eyes fell on Wu Queque's cute little face.

He still needs to verify the complete correctness of that matter.

The top floor of the hotel is a room reserved for Lu Xinghan.

Because he is the largest shareholder of the hotel.

Lu Xinghan walked in with Wu Queque in his arms, and put him on the bed.

Wu Queque seemed to be fast asleep, and she didn't respond when she was put down, she just grabbed the corner of Lu Xinghan's clothes tightly.

"Witch Queque?"

The long-haired boy on the bed snorted when he heard the voice, and turned his back to Lu Xinghan.

"Witch Sparrow."

Lu Xinghan straightened him up, and supported him to lean against the bed.

"Can you sing another song?"

Facing the drunk, Lu Xinghan's voice unconsciously tinged with coaxing.

Wu Queque opened her eyelids to look at him, then closed them again, not answering.

Just as Lu Xinghan was about to call out for the third time, he heard him muttering something and started singing.

It was a ditty that Lu Xinghan had never heard before, the lyrics were not clear, but it sounded surprisingly good.

The feeling of listening to music face to face is obviously stronger.

In just a few seconds, Lu Xinghan felt the heavy sleepiness coming from his mind.

His body gradually relaxed, and his spirit gradually relaxed.

When Wu Queque finished singing, Lu Xinghan had slightly closed his eyes, leaned against the bed and fell into a light sleep.

Wu Queque lay back on the bed, glanced at the beautiful lights on the ceiling, turned her dull brain, and realized that she was not in the dormitory.

He promised sister Yue that he would go back.

Wu Queque rolled over and got out of bed again, took a step and stopped.

Ok?

Why haven't you flown yet?

Wu Queque waited for a few seconds, then turned her head to look behind her, and suddenly panicked.

Where are his wings?

When Lu Xinghan was shaken awake, he opened his eyes and saw a back as clean as jade.

He was stunned for a few seconds, hardly realizing the situation.

"witch--"

Lu Xinghan averted his eyes, and before he finished speaking, he met a pair of watery eyes full of panic.

The owner of the peach blossom eyes stretched out his hands and kept touching his back, looking panicked and anxious.

"Have you seen my wings?"

He heard Wu Queque ask in a crying voice.

wing?

Lu Xinghan's first reaction was to be drunk and dazed.

After all, Wu Queque didn't even recognize him until now.

But soon he realized it wasn't.

Because the young man in front of him gradually grew a pair of beautiful wings under the bright light.

The flight feathers are white, only the edges are dyed black.

It grows on the smooth back without any disobedience, wrapping the long-haired beauty.

Pretty unlike a human being.

Maybe it wasn't human.

Lu Xinghan thought.

He reached out and touched the wings lightly, and there was a click in his mind, as if something was broken.

Wu Queque, who had regained his wings, knelt on the bed and began to comb his feathers seriously.

Lu Xinghan's drowsiness was swept away, and he watched his white and tender fingers shuttle between the wings, concentrating on it, as if he, a human being, did not exist.

This... monster is a bit silly.

Lu Xinghan commented.

Halfway through combing the feathers, the drowsiness of drunkenness swept over again.

Wu Queque kept dozing off and nodded, her fingers still stubbornly combing her feathers.

It was not easy to wait for the two wings to be combed completely, and Wu Queque couldn't open her sleepy eyes.

He retracted his wings, and quickly retracted into the quilt and fell asleep.

Before he fell asleep completely, he vaguely remembered that there was another person in the room, but at the same time, what he remembered was that person's body full of spiritual power.

Full of spiritual power = good monster = no danger = can sleep.

The beautiful wings disappeared from sight with a whoosh.

A trace of imperceptible regret flashed across Lu Xinghan's eyes.

He stared at Wu Queque with interest for a while, as if he was exploring the differences between him and humans.

A few minutes later, Lu Xinghan called He Feng and left the hotel.

When Wu Queque woke up in the morning, she was stunned when she saw the strange decorations around her.

where is this?

Why is he here?

last night……

Wu Queque paused suddenly, he seemed to have shown his wings in front of a human being last night!