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During the banquet, cups were exchanged, cups were staggered, everyone came and went respectfully, but Jiang Xing's place was deserted.

No one came to respect him, and he was terrified of not being able to do this, so he pretended to be very devoted to playing with his mobile phone, but in fact he was sitting on pins and needles.

The orange software, the blue software, and the green software were clicked and opened in turn. Finally, he actually read half of the thesis. He almost asked the waiter to bring him a pen.

Jiang Xing looked at the time confusedly.

Ah... when will this end?If it's not over, can he go first?If you want to leave, who do you tell?Should I tell the teacher or his assistant?

Freed from the crowd, Pei Lu came over and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to toast the teacher and wish him a happy birthday?"

Very suggestive inquiry, with a respectful tone.

Jiang Xing thought about it and agreed.

He is not a person who disregards good and evil, and being vigilant against Pei Lu does not mean being dazzled by hatred.

Pei Lu's suggestion was correct. As a newcomer, a junior, or a late student, he should congratulate the teacher to show his respect, but he didn't dare, so he didn't take any action.

Jiang Xing didn't know how to drink, but he bravely poured a glass of white.

Pei Lu pressed his hand and asked the waiter to bring over a glass of low-alcohol red wine: "You can use this too."

Pei Lu personally accompanied him there, otherwise Jiang Xing wouldn't be able to squeeze in. The old man was surrounded by everyone, but when Pei Lu came over, someone would naturally make way.

Ge Shi loves to drink, so he teased Jiang Xing to drink a few cups before letting him go.

Jiang Xing bit the bullet and offered a toast to his secretary. Usually, the old man retreats for research, and many uploads and communications are actually dealing with the secretary.

Pei Lu guessed that Jiang Xing couldn't drink, but he didn't guess that he was such a good person, his eyes began to lose sight after only a few drinks, his eyes softened a lot, his guard faded, he opened wide, his eyes were very black, and he turned around .

Pei Lu suspected that he was subconsciously imitating the expression of the cartoon character he often sent. The eyeballs of that cartoon character were also rolling around like this, and the confusion and clumsiness was a bit cute.

People around saw that Jiang Xing had just been in the limelight, and the old man still liked him, so they wanted to drink with him if they wanted to show friendship and harmony.

Jiang Xing didn't want to look too pretentious, so he drank some more. It's a pleasure to pour someone a drink, especially if the other party is Xiaobai in the wine market.

Pei Lu frowned and pushed away a few boys who were making a fuss, and took Jiang Xing, who was blushing and limp, with no emotion on his face: "He doesn't drink well, let me do it."

Everyone had a few drinks with Pei Lu before their intentions broke up.

Jiang Xing was a bit exaggerated, he was half-drunk before, but he couldn't stand still when he got drunk, his head was dizzy, and he covered his heart and said he felt uncomfortable.

Pei Lu had no choice but to half-cover him in his arms and take him to the bathroom.

Jiang Xing was dizzy, his skin was very hot, his hairy head was pressed against his slightly protruding Adam's apple, his heart was itchy, his hot breath was in his ears, his white cheeks and earlobes were bleeding red, and they were rosy and beautiful Agate Jade.

It's a bit as gorgeous as peaches and plums.

Pei Lu suddenly thought of the bottle of crystals he made by himself, dreamy and romantic, bold and pure, like a boat shining on a river of stars, and like a pool of beautiful dreams on earth.

Like Jiang Xing this person.

Cold and naive, sincere yet enthusiastic.

Of course, not to him.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Xing opened his eyes again. His vision was hazy and the world was blurred. He asked in a daze, "Who are you?"

"..."

Pei Lu's eyes were far and deep, and he lowered his voice so as not to disturb him, he replied softly, "I'm Pei Lu."

"Pei Lu?" Jiang Xing reacted for a few seconds, with an impatient expression, gesticulating, and softly breaking away from him, muttering: "Get out, don't be Pei Lu..."

The man was silent for a moment, and the two slender wrists encircling him were completely restrained, so that no one could move.

"Not Pei Lu?"

"Then who do you want?"

Jiang Xing was frightened, raised a pair of dark and wet eyes, and cried out aggrievedly: "I don't want Pei Lu."

"why?"

"Just don't want Pei Lu..."

When he said this softly, Pei Lu's heart softened for a moment, but he also felt a little angry. This person has been rejecting him from the very beginning, for no reason, obviously he has not started to implement any substantive plan, and he himself Do not know what to do.

Just like an exam, he was told by the teacher that he was not eligible for reference as soon as he made a review plan.

The hopeless examinee coaxed the difficult tester in his arms: "Why not Pei Lu?"

Jiang Xing's soft side face rubbed against his hot chest in a dependent manner, and complained aggrievedly: "He hates..."

"..." Pei Lu laughed angrily, unable to be serious with a drunkard, but unwilling, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and poked his bulging cheek like a white pink peach.

Shen Sheng asked: "Why does he hate it?"

Jiang Xing suddenly raised his head, opened his unfocused eyes wide, with a serious expression, leaned very close, and told Pei Lu very seriously, solemnly, and in a low voice, as if telling a secret: "He is trash."

"..."

Jiang Xing repeated again in a daze: "Trash~garbage~" That expression seemed to be kindly giving advice, telling Pei Lu to "Run!!!" and stay away from the garbage.

Pei Lu took a deep breath, Jiang Xing's waist was tightly circled by him, he wanted to push him away, but Pei Lu was strong and did not let go.

Jiang Xing was dizzy and felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He vomited a few times in front of the sink. Pei Lu was almost out of temper. He patted him on the back lightly, and called his assistant to take it. Mineral water comes.

Jiang Xing vomited enough, Pei Lu waited for him to rinse his mouth and wash his face, his body was heavy, his eyes had been peacefully closed, his face was obedient.

It's really good, there is no edge horizontally, but it can deceive people when drunk.

Pei Lu had no choice but to ask his assistant to book a room upstairs and carry him up.

Jiang Xing was very restless in Pei Lu's arms, either rubbing his face sideways against his hot, sweaty chest, or wrapping his arms around his neck indiscriminately.

Pei Lu threw him up, patted his waist, and warned angrily, "Be quiet."

Jiang Xing slept deeply, with long eyelashes and powdered cheeks, he looked very obedient when he was not looking at people coldly, and he was a little dull like a scholar.

Pei Lu looked at it for a while and told himself that it was all an illusion.

Jiang Xing just looked like this.

Put him on the bed, took off his shoes, and wiped his feet with a wet towel. Jiang Xing's feet were in good shape, slender and slender, with white skin and round toes.

Pei Lu looked away, and changed the towel to wipe Jiang Xing's face. Jiang Xing hummed and went to hold his hand. He was sleepy but exhausted. Pei Lu was dragged down and pressed on top of him as soon as he was not paying attention.

The temperature of the closely attached skin of the lower abdomen suddenly rose, Jiang Xing closed his eyes and rubbed his warm and generous palm, muttering: "Organic acid mole..."

Pei Lu touched the corner of his open mouth with her fingertips, and leaned closer to listen.

Jiang Xing can also be very diligent in his dreams: "Why, why did the titration jump?"

"..." Pei Lu laughed, and pressed the center of his eyebrows helplessly.

It's really hard work, even in my dream I'm doing experiments.

The person on the bed was competing with himself who had failed the experiment in his dream, his arms fluttering in the air: "Why, why!! What?"

Pei Lu put his hand into the palm of his hand and put it into his heart, and he couldn't answer in a low voice: "Because it entered the weak alkaline range."

"Just add phenolphthalein."

Jiang Xing was quiet for a while, Pei Lu didn't know that he had already entered the next experiment in his dream, just as he was about to stand up, he beat the bed again, aggressively: "I, I am a conductor!!"

He stretched out a finger and said angrily: "One, one million volts!" His tone was very proud.

"..." Pei Lu's eyes widened. If he hadn't seen his tightly closed eyes, he would have wondered if Jiang Xing had really fallen asleep.

"Then you are really good." Pei Lu said sarcastically.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes, stared blankly for a few seconds, and frowned: "Why is it not powered on?"

Pei Lu was exhausted physically and mentally, so he held him down and stuffed him back under the quilt: "What kind of electricity should be turned on, and I won't be turned on."

"It's broken, it's broken." Jiang Xing was quite anxious.

Pei Lu's expression was indescribable, and he felt that he was quite nervous discussing the experiment with a drunkard in such a serious manner, but he still asked patiently like a hard worker moving bricks: "What are you going to do?"

"Is it to measure the conductivity of acid-base salt solution?"

Jiang Xing moved his legs and kicked Pei Lu.

"..." Wasn't this really intentional?

Even if the other party was dreaming, Pei Lu was not willing to perfunctory him, sitting by the bed like telling a bedtime story to a child, and patiently recited a section of required professional textbook for him.

"It will release heat when it dissolves, we have to wait until it completely settles..." The phone vibrated again, and the assistant called to remind him that the next wine session was almost over, so he naturally wanted to personally send the old man back to the hotel where he was staying.

But Jiang Xing on the bed was so obedient, and even tugged at his finger attached.

Pei Lu knew that this kind of attachment was fake, the lingering was fake, and the storytelling was fake, Jiang Xing couldn't hear it at all.

So he pinched the soft cheek of the other party, not reconciled, but there seemed to be nothing he could do.

Pei Lu closed the curtains, left a light on, adjusted the air conditioner, put half a glass of water on the bedside, and opened the door to leave.