C429 It's all right to cook the cooked rice with the raw rice

"Lulu, you and your friends have fun. I'll be leaving first."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Haonan nodded to everyone, then turned and followed the waiter to his own private room.

Seeing that Jiang Haonan had left, Cheng Ming lightly patted his shoulder, "Don't just stand there, go sing!"

The group of people walked towards the first floor while talking and laughing. It was as if nothing had happened, and only Song Hanlu and Su Zixian had a gloomy expression on their faces.

Just as he walked to the door, Su Zixian pushed Cheng Ming's arm away without leaving a trace, and said indifferently: "I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be returning with Han Lu first."

Seeing that Su Zixian suddenly wanted to leave, Cheng Ming was a little reluctant, "Since you have something to do, you should go and busy yourself, we will meet again when the opportunity arises."

Su Zixian walked to Song Hanlu's side, and under Jin Xiaoyue's jealous gaze, held her hand and walked to the parked car.

They got into the car, and Su Zixian sat on the driver's seat. He didn't drive, but held his chin, quietly watching Song Hanlu without saying a word.

"Why are you staring at me? Also, didn't you drink a lot? You can't drive while sitting in the driver's seat."

Su Zixian said drunkenly: "Don't worry, I've already found a substitute car for you and myself. I'm a good citizen who follows the rules of the traffic."

Song Hanlu looked at Su Zixian angrily, blaming him for bringing him to attend the birthday banquet.

Hearing Song Hanlu's words, Su Zixian couldn't help but curl the corner of his lips. He was a little happy in his heart, it turned out that he was still worried about him.

"The car you're sitting in is the one we drove on the first day we met."

Su Zixian's hand gently stroked the steering wheel. If he hadn't had the mood to argue, he wouldn't have known such an adorable person like Song Hanlu.

"Then please delete the picture." Song Hanlu said in all seriousness: "You promised that you would be deleted once you participated in the birthday celebration with me. You are not allowed to go back on your words."

Song Hanlu's voice was ice-cold, she only saw that Su Zixian did not say a word, but extended his hand into his own pocket and took out his mobile phone.

Maybe it was because he was drunk, but Su Zixian's eyes were a little hazy. He clearly suffered during the banquet, yet he just didn't mention a single word. Even though he was obviously very weak, he still tried to be strong.

Song Hanlu went closer, wanting to personally see him delete the picture. A faint fragrance floated into Su Zixian's nose, it should be the perfume Song Hanlu made for him, it had a kind of spring coldness.

When he thought about the perfume Song Hanlu had brewed for him, Su Zixian immediately felt a bit of resentment. Just as Song Hanlu approached, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Song Hanlu looked at her wrist that was suddenly grabbed, and before she could even cry out in shock, Su Zixian's other hand had already lifted her chin.

Song Hanlu continuously struggled with both of her hands and feet, but the space in the carriage was after all, too crowded. Even if Song Hanlu was in third phase of the Black Belt, in this situation, she could only fight with her strength. Even if Song Hanlu had practiced Taekwondo before, she was still only slightly stronger than normal girls, she simply couldn't compete with Su Zixian.

Seeing that Song Hanlu did not struggle to get away, Su Zixian could not help but increase his kiss, as if he was a victor who was carefully tasting Song Hanlu's beauty.