Gu Xiangsi glanced at him and said, "I can't pretend to be drunk. I'm afraid I can't hold the overlord's bow."
Zhao Jingxiu: "you are a cow..."
Before Su Jincheng came over, Gu Xiangsi drank nearly a bottle of foreign wine, and the whole person was dizzy.
However, after years of training, she felt that she was still sober, except that her stomach was churning violently, her eyes were dizzy and her mind was slow.
So, it's probably not drunk.
Gu Xiangsi thinks so.
Hesitating to open another bottle, Zhao Jingxiu touched her with his elbow: "coming."
"So Burp Come on Gu Xiangsi looks up and burps.
Look up.
He came in in in a beige coat under the hotel's vulgar and bright lights, with the light on his back and his face a little unclear.
But just looking at it from a distance, he felt like he was floating on this land, like a God.
Gu Xiangsi looks at him with his cheek and asks Zhao Jingxiu: "a while ago, there seems to be a hot Korean drama. What's its name? Ghost
Zhao Jingxiu nodded and said, "how?"
"Do you think he's like walking through the night in the beginning of the film?" Gu Xiangsi spoke seriously.
Zhao Jingxiu couldn't stand her: "flower maniac!"
"Oh, but he is more handsome than those two actors. Fortunately, he is mine." Gu Xiangsi said slowly.
Zhao Jingxiu didn't want to pay any attention to her.
Her nonsense, Su Jincheng has gone to the side of the wine table, line of sight falls on Gu Xiangsi.
People around him quieted down and looked at him as well.
Gu Xiangsi looks at him pitifully, a little aggrieved way: "I am not drunk."
"Well, get up. I'll take you home. " Su Jincheng speaks with warm voice.
Gu Xiangsi sighed, a little pity: "how did I not get drunk..."
Su Jincheng's eyes are light and waiting for her patiently.
Gu Xiangsi didn't move, looked up at him, with wipe arrogance and bossy: "can't go, you carry me!"
Su Jincheng looked at her in silence and did not say anything.
Gu Xiangsi also looked at him that way and made up his mind to carry it.
The atmosphere is like a stalemate at this moment, but it seems calm, in a word, some strange.
Zhao Jingxiu looks at Su Jincheng quietly. However, he has to admit that he is not a person, but a sculpture.
Perfect and indifferent, but not popular.
"Get up." Su Jincheng's sight swept over her cheek and spoke faintly.
Gu Xiangsi gets up in response to the voice and plans to be rejected like this, which seems to lose face.
However, losing face on him is not once or twice, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Thinking like this, a warm shoulder.
She slightly Zheng, looked up, the man's coat did not know when to take off, at the moment is wearing on her body.
And he, already crouching in front of himself, is still the white sweater in the morning, but with a touch of warmth.
Gu Xiangsi suddenly showed a smile, regardless of the image of climbing on his back, light voice: "you really want to carry me."
Su Jincheng didn't speak. She put her big hand through her leg and carried her up.
The length of the coat was less than her knees, and it happened to cover the part of her that was easy to walk away because of the skirt.
Gu Xiangsi hugs his neck tightly, turns her head sideways, and leans on his back with her eyes closed.
Why is the man she likes so good.
So good that she can't like other men any more.
Seeing this city is a mistake for life.
Su Jincheng.
You must have built a city in my heart.