Xianghe

"Hmm—" It seemed that he had finally had enough sleep, and this position was not comfortable to sleep in. The person in his arms struggled a bit, got up from the table and stretched.

When he saw Yuan Qinghui who was smiling at him at the table, he immediately took a step back in fright.

Yuan Qinghui smiled, touched the top of his head, and said softly: "Are you awake?" Xianghe nodded stiffly: "Yes."

Yuan propped his chin and said: "Then, chat with me again?" As soon as Yuan Qinghui said this, Xianghe seemed to think of something immediately, and immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, I'm hungry. "

The smile on Yuan Qinghui's face never stopped, thinking that this person really didn't seem to have eaten since noon, and the few dishes he just served were already cold, so he immediately beckoned to the back kitchen to cook some more.

The chefs here are pretty bland, so I thought it would suit Xianghe's taste.

He ordered Xiaoer to serve some more jugs of wine, and Yuan Qinghui poured Xianghe a glass.

Xiang He, who had just sobered up, didn't seem to want to drink much, and raised her eyebrows with a frown.

Yuan Qinghui offered him a toast with a smile, Xianghe thought about it, but didn't refuse——

He refused.As soon as I put it in my mouth, I spit it out immediately.

"Cough cough!" Xianghe coughed on the side of the table after spitting out the wine in her mouth, but Yuan Qinghui, who was next to her, leaned forward and backward with a smile.

"Hahahahaha sure enough hahaha sure enough I thought, hahahaha exactly the same hahaha."

Yuan Qinghui couldn't stop laughing as if someone had tapped his acupoint for laughing. Feeling that he had been teased, Xiang He angrily put the cup on the table and turned his head to one side.

Yuan Qinghui, who had had enough laughing for a long time, finally recovered from his twitching, the smile on his face was still uncontrollable, and there was even a tear in the corner of his eye after laughing: "Okay, okay, don't be angry , I just wanted to try, but I didn't expect it to be like this, baby, you are too interesting."

As he said that, Yuan Qinghui's hands were restless, and he put his arms around Xianghe's waist, his body stuck to his back, and his head rested on his shoulders, and the smell of alcohol swept over Xianghe's face when he spoke , the smell after he drank was not as good as that of Xianghe, Xianghe wrinkled his nose in displeasure, and turned his head away from him.

He didn't stalk anymore, he still let go of Xianghe with a smile on his face: "Why, when I came, I saw that you could drink quite well, your face was flushed, why can't you drink a glass now? gone?"

Speaking of the latter, Yuan Qinghui couldn't stop laughing while talking, Xianghe turned her head displeased, and moved the chair under her buttocks a little farther away from him.

Yuan Qinghui was not annoyed either, he still laughed so hard that he couldn't speak clearly and teased Xianghe: "Do you not like this Huadiao, do you want me to give you another pot of daughter red, and you try again?" Xianghe Turning his head, glaring at him viciously, and turning his head away again, it's just that this person is like a soft milk cat when he is ruthless. .

"Nurhong doesn't like it either, do you only like to drink the fruit wine you just drank?"

When he said the last three words, Yuan Qinghui even laughed out loud, unable to say any more unnecessary words, leaning on the edge of the table and laughing and unable to straighten up, Xianghe was even more unhappy when he heard the words He was about to get up as soon as he slapped the table, but was pulled back by Yuan.

This pull is pulled into the arms.

Yuan Qinghui put Xianghe on his lap, wrapped his arms around his shoulders to prevent him from getting out, picked up the wine glass on the table with the other hand, and poured the wine into his mouth with his head up, then, He lowered his head and fed it into the mouth of Xiang He who was struggling to get up.

Seeing that he was going to feed her spirits, Xiang He immediately resisted and wanted to leave, but Yuan's meeting was extraordinarily domineering, imprisoning him to death, when the warm liqueur flowed through Yuan Qinghui's lips and drained Xiang He In an instant, Xianghe stopped struggling, and drank all the food that was originally fed to him in a daze.

The wine was fed, but the person hadn't tasted enough. The original intention was to feed the wine, but a deep kiss was indispensable.

After a long time, Xianghe was let go.

But he still didn't let Xianghe out of his arms.

It was just a glass of fruit wine, and this man's eyes were already a little dim. He couldn't figure out whether it was because of the wine or the kiss just now. Yuan Qinghui looked at this man's overly charming face with great interest, and said: : "In the future, you can't drink when I'm not around, you know?" After speaking, Yuan Qinghui bowed his head and kissed Xianghe's nose again.

Xianghe was a little unconvinced, and said: "I don't want it, the fruit wine brewed by the proprietress is delicious, it tastes very similar to the one in Tiangong, I like it—"

As he said that, the man wanted to push away Yuan Qinghui's face who was so close to him.

Yuan Qinghui let him push him away, still smiling, stretched out his hand and scratched his nose: "Okay, then I'll learn, after I learn, you can only drink with me."

Xianghe was stunned, as if he didn't expect Yuan Qinghui to have such a reaction. In fact, for the few foods that Xianghe said were "okay" in the past, Yuan Qinghui's level of cooking is no worse than that of the chef.

Xianghe couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy, she turned her head away from Yuan Qinghui, and muttered softly, "Too much."

Looking at the slightly protruding mouth of this man, he felt so cute that he couldn't help himself, and then buried his whole head in his chest, rubbed happily, and the satisfaction in his eyes was overflowing: "Who made our family Xianghe has such a poor capacity for alcohol, how can he get drunk even after eating a Drunken Duck?" Holding this man happily, he remembered that when he was in the cave, he brought him a Drunken Duck made by a chef from far away. Duck, he didn’t like it very much at that time, he said something a little rushed, and went to bed early at noon, and the next day was much later than before. At that time, I didn’t know what was going on, until I just took a sip It was only after Xianghe drank that he realized that this person was just a poor drinker.

In the past, when he was on the Baiyu Terrace, he always held an exquisite white jade wine glass. Yuan Qinghui had never tasted that wine, so he always thought foolishly that this person must be good at drinking, but just now, if he hadn't tasted it himself , Knowing that the wine is so light that it almost only has fruity taste, and it can make this person drunk for a long time, only then did he realize that he is afraid that it is the legendary pour in a glass.

No, no, a glass depends on the type of wine. For a person like him who can't do it after drinking half a pot of fruit wine, if he drinks the wine that Yuan Qinghui often drinks, a small sip will be enough.

That's why I wanted to do some pranks a little bit, and wanted to see what this person would look like when he drank strong alcohol, but he didn't expect——

So cute that it exceeded my expectations!

I just want to hold this person tightly, rub him in my arms, hold him close to my heart, and not let him out.

But when the person in his arms began to struggle and beat himself because he couldn't breathe, he immediately released him.

Compared with Yuan Qinghui's brimming smile, Xianghe's face was colorful, almost hovering on the verge of being mad at Yuan Qinghui.

But the person who made all of this has no intention of repenting at all, he seems to be very happy to see Xiang He show a different face in front of him than usual, just want to see how he looks when he has a temper.

Just as the two were playing and having fun, the door of the private room was opened.

A woman who appeared to be in her 30s walked in.

The woman's appearance is not stunning, but she is not bad either. She looks like a flower of wealth at first glance.Seeing outsiders coming in, Yuan Qinghui frowned displeased.

Xianghe sitting on his lap would be very happy now, and shouted at the woman with a smile: "Miss Boss, are you back?"

Boss?Is she the proprietress of this store?Is it also the brewer that Xianghe just mentioned?

The proprietress came in with a kind face, and when she saw Yuan Qinghui, a trace of surprise and... displeasure flashed across her face, but then she returned to the previous businessman's kind smile, and said to Xianghe: "My lord, who is this? "Xianghe stood up from Yuan Qinghui's arms, pulled Yuan Qinghui to stand up, and cupped his hands at the proprietress: "This is my friend, Yuan Qinghui."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Yuan Qinghui's sleeve again, and said, "Qinghui, this is the lady boss who has been taking care of me these days, and she has taken me in for many days."

Take in?

Yuan Qinghui looked down at Xianghe's clothes suspiciously, and changed his clothes, but they were no worse than the clothes he had prepared for him. This person probably didn't bring any money when he went out, because he didn't have any money at all. But with his current attire, it's hard to make people feel that he was "taken in" here, rather than that he is indeed the young master here.

Yuan Qinghui turned his head and glanced at the proprietress, his face was a little displeased, as if someone else had plans for his Xianghe, but then he immediately smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, proprietress, for taking care of me these days." Friend, he has been bothering about the money he owes you these days, and I will pay it back for him."

It's just that, after all, he is the person who has taken care of Xianghe for so long. When Yuan Qinghui was looking for him earlier, he was still thinking, if this person lost himself, would he have starved to death before the monster or Tiangong killed him? On the way, but it seems that the magic power of this person's face has been ignored. No matter where he goes, there will be no lack of attention.

Thinking that I was wandering around with a rare treasure on the road before, I felt alienated and scared.

The proprietress is also a businessman, and Chaoyuan Qinghui smiled politely: "You are welcome, it is my honor to have two young masters in my shop. I have already said that I invited the young master, so you don't have to be polite." .”

"Hey~ I still need it. Although my wife has always been favored by the world, I still have to pay back what is due. This is a rule and cannot be messed up."

This is the rule, you can't mess it up, your status is not enough for Xianghe to owe you love.

The second half of Yuan Qinghui's words are very wordy, full of the social atmosphere of the officialdom, completely different from the kind boy who was fighting with Xianghe just now, which made the proprietress stunned, and the depressing and intimidating The aura made the proprietress go wrong, and she agreed, and then, under Yuan Qinghui's unfriendly gaze, she withdrew.

As soon as the proprietress left, Xianghe grabbed Yuan Qinghui by the collar and said angrily, "What kind of wife! What were you talking about just now? The proprietress's face is not right!" Yuan Qinghui grabbed him and grabbed herself with a smile The hand on the collar, said: "Then you just called me an official?" Xiang He was stunned, as if trying to recall if his memory had made a mistake, his face was wrinkled into a ball for a long time Finally, he finally remembered, stared at Yuan Qinghui and said, "You are talking nonsense, I clearly called Qinghui! Where did I call an official!" "Hey——"

This answer was fast and accurate, and the old man who was holding back the voice couldn't hide the smirk in his voice at all.

Xianghe was stunned for a moment, and then hammered his chest even more angrily: "Excessive! You frame me!"

Yuan Qinghui still laughed and let him beat him, looking at the man's angry face, he said: "But, you called Qinghui on your own initiative, it doesn't count as me framing you."

Xianghe hammered Yuan Qinghui's hand and paused, then, a light kiss landed on his forehead: "Call me that from now on, of course, if you want to call me more intimate, I don't mind. "