Chapter 1843

Fang Jiacheng closed the door and went back to the room. She bent her lower lip slightly when she thought of her dress.

I didn't expect her to live next door.

Bang bang!

Half an hour later, the door was smashed again. Fang Jiacheng went to the door and didn't open the door. Instead, he looked at the little woman in the video surveillance, "what's the matter?"

Bai Shiqi raised the red wine in her hand, "I can't sleep. Let's have a drink together."

Fang Jiacheng put his hands in his pockets and replied lazily, "I'm sleepy. I don't want to drink."

Bai Shiqi listened to his words and took a breath. She felt that the man was on purpose. She turned her eyes and left, but the door opened at this time.

Cut.

He opened the door and walked in with some caution. The pattern of his home was completely different from that of her. The main tone of black and white was clean and neat, without any disorder, revealing a trace of coolness.

It's not like a place where a man lives.

Fang Jiacheng took two goblets and saw her holding the bottle and standing there with a smile, "come here."

Bai Shiqi pursed the corners of her lips, sniffed, followed him, sat on the sofa and looked around, "do you live alone in your family?"

Fang Jiacheng poured a glass of red wine for her, smelling words light reply: "otherwise."

Bai Shiqi curled her lips, took a pillow and put it on her leg. She sat cross legged and took a drink from her glass.

Fang Jiacheng leaned slightly toward the back of the sofa and squinted at her drinking method. "Red wine is not drunk like this."

Her stomach's gone?

Just after discharge, I drank like this.

Bai Shiqi shrugged her shoulders disapprovingly, "it doesn't matter, just get drunk."

If it wasn't for drinking, she wouldn't like it.

Fang Jiacheng looked at her delicate side face, a wisp of broken hair fell in her ear, it was particularly elegant.

"What do you want to do when you're drunk? In a man's house? " Fang Jiacheng opened his mouth with a little laziness in his voice.

Bai Shiqi side Mou sees to him, slowly close, "this kind of thing is generally what you want to do, the woman is drunk to have no consciousness, is the man to control not to live, know?"

Fang Jiacheng approached her, breathing on her face, with the mellow smell of red wine, "right? Think about it. I'm not a man with a lot of self-control

She was bold enough to come here late at night.

Bai Shiqi slowly looked at his lips, gently exhaled a breath, "you this man, how many words?"

Fang Jiacheng raised her eyebrows. The next second, she took the initiative to cover his lips, put her hands around his neck, and got up to sit on him.

Fang Jiacheng was just stunned for a few seconds, then turned away from her and held her waist close to him, depicting her lips, gentle and delicate.

The air gradually became ambiguous. Just when everything was about to be out of control, Fang Jiacheng suddenly released her and looked at her blurred eyes with a smile: "I don't have that at home."

Bai Shiqi frowned slightly, woke up immediately, released her hand and sat back, "forget it."

Fang Jiacheng licked his lower lip, looked at her fill a cup again, stretched out his hand and snatched it from her, "don't drink any more, you just left the hospital."

Bai Shiqi's face sank, and she felt repellent to this kind of care. She looked at him coldly and said, "you can be more direct. If you want, you can say it. Don't pretend to care about me. I don't like it."

She hates hypocrisy and disguise.

Fang Jiacheng looked at her disgusted eyes, slightly frowned, "do you think everyone cares about you like this? Is it profitable? "