Chapter 7

"What's the matter with your company?" At this time, Yan Shiqi leaned against the lamp post beside him. His big eyes, misty and foggy, did not blink. He tilted his head to talk.

Ying Feifei nodded silently and took her to the parking lot: "go, I'll take you home first!"

"No!" Yan Shiqi pushed her hand, voice light slow, "hurry to the company, it's only nine o'clock, I can go home!"

Ying Feifei is full of doubts, "are you sure?"

Yan Shiqi smiles and fiddles with the hair beside his ear. The scattered hair on the head of the ball shakes in the night wind. "I'll take a taxi and go back. It's not far away!"

The company's affairs are too urgent for Feifei to delay.

When she saw off the inkstone in person, she got into a taxi and rushed to the company.

What Ying Feifei didn't expect was that the taxi just turned a street, and Yan Shiqi asked the driver to stop. After getting off, she went into a music bar

In the bar box, there are two bottles of black tea, a bucket of ice and ten bottles of iced black tea on the tea table.

Inkstone seven skilled black and ice black tea poured together, and added some ice, holding the crystal cup sniffed, satisfied with the squint, poured a mouthful.

The concentration is just right, with the sweet taste of iced black tea and astringent wine.

She took out her mobile phone, turned on the music player, leaned on the sofa and listened to the music prelude with a lonely expression.

Pei Tang is back

Ye xinuan's words, like a magic spell, kept circling in her ears.

Just like the song: as long as you love the wrong person, heartache is more real than happiness, why is love so ironic

At this time, Yan Shiqi is like a discarded doll, pitying herself in the corner alone. She is not sad for spring and autumn, but she has encountered too many things today and can't slow down for a while.

Unconsciously, she had drunk half a bottle of black prescription.

Inkstone when seven small face red, eyes blurred sitting on the carpet, meatball head also tilted to one side, one hand holding the bottle, small mouth in a word, "marriage is great? Can you just get married? You scum

This is what Zhuo Han saw when he opened the door of the box.

In the dark room, inkstone Shiqi is lying on the table with a wine bottle in his arms. His slender legs bend freely under his jeans and his shoes are kicked off

Drunk inkstone when seven, flattery show, a smile is hidden grace; Peach eyes Wang water, clear and innocent; There is a touch of water on the edge of red lips. It is delicate and lustrous, especially the lazy action brings a hint of decadent sexy.

Zhuo Han quickly takes back his sight and takes a look at Qin Baiyu, who is not looking well. He quietly goes out and closes the door.

Qin Baiyu stood at the door, her deep eyes calm and cold, and she could vaguely hear the drunken words floating out of her mouth, especially the word "Pei Tang".

Hazy inkstone when seven see a fuzzy figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Tall and straight, handsome, outstanding, extraordinary bearing.

She tilted her head blankly, covered her mouth with the back of her hand, blushed, and muttered to herself, "well... Is there any special service in this bar?"

Qin Baiyu

The man's short silence, step to Yan Shiqi side, slightly lean, eyes focused, fingertips in front of her forehead point.

Inkstone Shiqi shook his head, stretched out his hand to poke twice in front of his forehead, blinked shuilingling's eyes, and grasped his fingers.

"Why are you poking me?"

Qin Baiyu's fingertips suddenly caught by her, warm soft palm like a fire, from fingertips to heart.

Later, Yan Shiqi fell asleep with a wine bottle in her arms. In her dream, she held her hands and stroked her hot face. Her fingertips were cool and her movements were gentle. She felt that she was a treasure in the palm of her hand.

This dream is very sweet.