Chapter 419

Beiming night sitting in front of the bar, playing with mobile phones.

When Mingke came down, he had two bottles of red wine and opened the third one.

After taking a bath, I don't know if I'm comfortable. I'm in a better mood. In addition, my feet don't hurt so much. Now I see Beiming night, but Mingke doesn't seem to be so suffocating just now.

Actually, I'm a little depressed in my heart. I can't tell what's depressing.

False pregnancy thing really no wonder he, since people have done birth control surgery, how can she be pregnant? Normal people will not believe it. What they say they believe is just to comfort each other.

So in this matter, I don't need to be angry with him.

That is, there was no news at all for more than a week Maybe it's just this, but in the final analysis, with her relationship with him, he can't find her, and it's not her turn to be fussy.

After all, I don't know what I'm stuffy about. Tonight, it seems to be too hypocritical.

She went to the bar and stood beside him, looking at his slender finger on the mobile phone screen.

When I think of what this finger has done to me in the past, I blush.

Good, why do you think that kind of strange things?

"Sir." She called softly.

Beiming night just a light look at her, then put all attention on the mobile phone screen, don't know what news to watch, two pieces of wine after more beautiful thin lips slightly open, whispered: "come and serve."

Mingke pursed his lips. No matter how much entanglement he had in his heart, this moment was gone. Let's wait on him. He is the president of Beiming. What else do you want?

In fact, standing in her position, it's useless to think too much. After all, she is just a tool he uses to vent.

He walked over and kneaded his hands on his shoulder. He didn't know what he was looking at and didn't care.

Originally in the heart is stuffy, but with oneself wait on his action, slowly whole heart calmed down, suddenly feel oneself really have a bit funny.

The relationship between two people has not changed from the beginning to the end, tangled only because they are not sensible, think too much will have expectations, with expectations will have disappointment.

"I'm sorry." She suddenly whispered.

Beiming night's tall body was slightly stiff, and he couldn't understand what she meant by "I'm sorry". But he didn't feel happy when he heard her say "I'm sorry". On the contrary, he felt more heavy.

Two bottles of wine to swallow, the heart did not disperse a bit of boredom, he poured himself a glass of red wine, raised the glass slowly taste.

There is a painting not far in front of the bar. It's late at night, and all the lights have gone out. Only the lights on this side of the bar are all on. The dark crystal mirror reflects the situation on their side.

Mingke stood behind him, looking like she was dedicated to serving him. She didn't feel her pride, and she didn't feel the same stuffy when she just brought her back tonight. She was more and more relaxed.

But because of her relaxed, the mood of Beiming night is even more heavy. Why is he alone here depressed for a long time, but she is like a nobody?

Suddenly he tightened the cup in his hand and turned to look at her.

Mingke was a little caught off guard. When he turned around, she was almost tilted by him.

Beiming night looked at her and shook the scarlet liquid in the glass: "drink with me."

Mingke took over without saying a word, held the cup, took a sip and drank the remaining half of the wine slowly into his stomach.

Finally, she handed the cup back to him, staring at his calm face with a pair of cloud eyes stained with a little fog because of the wine gas: "finished, sir."

"That's a good drink. Another bottle." He picked up the bottle, filled it with a bit of anger, and pushed it back in front of her.

Mingke sighs quietly. He is determined to embarrass her tonight. He also knows that if he doesn't let off steam, his life will not be easy in the future.

She asked herself that this person has no advantages, but at least she is more optimistic than most people. Sometimes she can't figure it out. She has been tangled in her heart, and sometimes she has a little temper. But when she gets it right, a lot of emotions will go away by herself.

Holding the cup up, she said helplessly: "Sir, I should be drunk after drinking this cup again."

"Then get drunk. You look good when you are drunk." He snorted, ignoring her pleading.

Mingke had no choice but to hold up the glass again and drank it slowly. It was just a glass of wine. It took her almost ten minutes to finish the whole glass.

At the end of the day, when the cup was put down, his steps were a little unsteady, but he was still conscious.

"Will you be served, sir?" I would rather serve him than be forced to drink by him. I really can't drink any more.

What is the best red wine, a cup of imported wine is also sky high price, but she did not feel good taste, bitter and astringent, taste bad.Beiming night ignored her and still looked at her standing behind her through the crystal mirror in front of her, but it was a pity that the mirror was blurred and could not see the expression on her face.

He turned on his mobile phone, turned on the camera, set it to the self timer mode, and put it aside.

The resolution of this mobile phone is very high, and everything reflected is super clear. He can see clearly what she is doing behind him and what expression she has on her face.

Name can know nothing, his tall body is blocking there, what can she see? But now she has no expression on her face, except that she is flushed by the rising wine.

Beiming night slowly poured a glass of red wine for himself and tasted it: "do you have anything to say to me?"

Mingke opened his sour eyes and looked at his side face. He was confused. After a long time, he wanted to shake his head, but he felt that he would not be happy.

She blinked and said, "there should be."

This innocent appearance made Beiming night feel uncomfortable again, but this time it was the body.

Look at her now, her two thin lips are becoming more and more tender and colorful after being smoked by wine. They are just like blooming flowers, attracting him all the time and making him want to taste them as soon as possible.

That pair of cloud eyes stained with fog color are watery. Any blink will make a bewitching gesture.

A face flushed, white red, pink tender, really people want to bite down, bite her whole person to the stomach.

He was bewitched again, and the whole person became hot and dry.

But Mingke didn't find anything unusual about him. He still rubbed his shoulders, but his legs began to stand a little unsteady.

A moment later, he pressed his voice, not letting his voice show too much forbearance, and asked casually, "what do you want to say to me?"