Chapter 368： Is five hundred taels enough?

Chapter 368 Is five hundred taels enough?

368 Is five hundred taels enough?

It was midsummer, with a gentle breeze and no rain.

In the garden full of flowers, two young girls are bathed in the moonlight. One is dressed in white, demure and beautiful, and the other is in red, bright and moving.

Looking from a distance, it looks like an excellent scenery.

"The turbid wine under the moon has a special taste." Zhao Zhitong smiled lightly.

Liu Baixue's eyes are as gentle as water: "Although there is something special, don't be greedy."

Zhao Zhitong poured another glass, drank it down in one gulp, and said with a bit of resentment: "Qiao Muchen just keep me in check, Xiaoxue, you won't let me drink."

Liu Baixue was helpless: "It's not for your own good. You said it yourself. When you wake up after drinking too much, you don't regret it?"

Zhao Zhitong smiled: "I'm happy today, it's okay, I'll just drink a little more, so I won't get drunk."

As Zhao Zhitong spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured, obviously a little bit drunk.

Regarding this, Liu Baixue expressed disbelief at all.

Suddenly thought of something, Zhao Zhitong asked: "Oh, by the way, Xiaoxue, what do you think of my little brother?"

Hearing this, Liu Baixue couldn't help but pause, her eyes lowered slightly: "He's very good, very good." But, I'm just a flower that is about to wither, how can I match it.

Zhao Zhitong: "Then why do you..."

Liu Baixue sighed softly, looked up at the starry sky, and said, "Tongtong, you once told me that the human heart needs to leave a soft place to feel the beauty of this world.

I think, Zhao Yu is it, he is like a ball of fire, rushing into my life, and I am ice, I can't help but get close, but I am too timid to get close. "

Zhao Zhitong knew that Liu Baixue was referring to her illness, so he said, "Don't worry, my little brother won't mind if he finds out. Besides, your illness is already improving, isn't it? It will definitely be fine."

"But I don't mind." Liu Baixue: "You may not understand, when you care about a person, you don't want him to see those bad looks."

…

This night, the two chatted for a long time and drank a lot before they knew it.

Zhao Zhitong didn't drink much at first, but now she was in a daze. When Qiao Muchen came over, she was lying on the table talking nonsense.

"Xiaoxue, let's continue drinking."

Zhao Zhitong, who was supported by Qiao Muchen, was still raising his hands and shouting, Qiao Muchen just watched shook his head and sighed.

"I can't drink it, but I still like it, really."

Qiao Muchen greeted Liu Baixue, and helped Zhao Zhitong to her room.

In a daze, Zhao Zhitong heard Qiao Muchen's voice, turned his head to look at the person beside him, blinked, then blinked again, then stretched out his hand to pinch Qiao Muchen's face, and then laughed foolishly: " Ah, why did I see Qiao Muchen?"

"Hey, you look so good-looking, your face is so soft, like a steamed bun, I really want to eat it, I need a big steamed bun..."

Qiao Muchen: "..."

The next second, Zhao Zhitong hugged Qiao Muchen and gnawed on it...

Qiao Muchen's body froze immediately, and he felt a cloud of anger rushing to his forehead. The familiar fragrance, mixed with the faint smell of alcohol, turned into his nose.

Qiao Muchen's Adam's apple rolled, suppressing some kind of impulse, wanting to get the villain of Bala off him: "Zhao Zhitong, come down for me."

But obviously, Zhao Zhitong was already confused at the moment, Qiao Muchen pulled her like this, not only did she not let go, but she hugged her even tighter, humming: "No, no, I won't come down."

Grandpa Bai in the space covered his face at this moment, feeling that he had lost his sight, and shook his head directly to block his perception of the outside world.

With soft fragrance in her bosom, she was still the girl he liked, Qiao Muchen felt that he was about to lose control, eyes stained with lust, looked at Zhao Zhitong's cherry red mouth, deep and deep.

Thinking that if the person at this moment is not herself but someone else, Qiao Muchen felt even more angry, reached out and patted her face, and warned: "Zhao Zhitong, if you dare to drink in the future, try it!"

Even when he was awake, Zhao Zhitong wasn't necessarily afraid of him, let alone when he was still unconscious. Therefore, Qiao Muchen's vicious warning had no effect at all.

Zhao Zhitong still hugged Qiao Muchen, blinked, and said provocative words: "Hey, Qiao Jiaojiao, you smell so good, you smell so good, I really like it."

After saying that, he put his face on Qiao Muchen's neck and smelled it.

Qiao Muchen's eyes became darker, and his voice became extremely hoarse because of depression: "You asked for this!"

She needs to be taught a lesson.

After finishing speaking, she picked up Princess Zhao Zhitong one by one and strode towards the room.

…

In the early morning, the sky was just getting bright.

"Oh."

With a murmur, Zhao Zhitong rubbed his temples, and slowly opened his eyes: "Oh, my head hurts."

After calming down for a while, Zhao Zhitong noticed that the environment in front of her was a little strange, and this was not her bedroom.

"Hey, where is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a man's magnetic voice ringing in his ears.

"woke up?"

Man's voice!

Suddenly, Zhao Zhitong felt a thunderbolt, and turned his head stiffly to look to the side, and then, a magnified handsome face appeared in front of her.

Zhao Zhitong immediately jumped up from the bed, pointed at the person on the bed, and yelled.

"Jo...Jo...you, you...we..."

Zhao Zhitong couldn't even say what he was terrified of, and only felt question marks in his head.

Qiao Muchen slowly sat up from the bed, looked at Zhao Zhitong, and in the next second, there was an expression of grievance on his face: "You must be responsible to me."

"What?" Zhao Zhitong who was bitten back was stunned.

It's fine to wake up and see the two of them sleeping on the same bed. Qiao Muchen now looks like he has been wronged by the sky, what is the situation.

Qiao Muchen was even more wronged: "You don't remember what happened last night?"

Zhao Zhitong suddenly felt a little guilty. She seemed to have drunk too much last night, and she really didn't remember what happened after that.

Just as Zhao Zhitong was frowning and trying to remember, Qiao Muchen sighed, and recounted what happened last night with embellishment.

Zhao Zhitong's eyes widened when he heard this, and he couldn't believe it: "You said, I was the one who insisted on hugging you last night and not letting go? I forced myself to kiss you? Still clinging to your bed and not leaving you? , Then, what's the matter?"

Qiao Muchen nodded without any guilt, without embellishment or any guilt of fabricating facts.

Zhao Zhitong had an unbelievable expression on his face, he never thought that he would do such a thing.

At this time, Qiao Muchen was wronged again: "Hey, forget it, I see that you don't want to be responsible to me anymore, so let me bear it alone, you can go."

What she said was like Zhao Zhitong being a heartless woman, the corners of Zhao Zhitong's mouth twitched when she heard it straight away: "Oh, okay, okay, I, can't I be responsible for you?"

Then, he asked cautiously: "Then, you, how do you want me to be responsible? Five hundred taels, enough, enough?"

Still thinking about it in her heart, she heard from Zhao Yue that the top young gentleman in the Qinglou Chuguan in the capital costs about five hundred taels of silver for one night, um, five hundred taels, it should be about the same.

Ah, it hurts so much.

At this time, Qiao Muchen almost spit out a mouthful of old blood after hearing the last sentence.

If he knew, Zhao Zhitong probably had the urge to kill someone.

(end of this chapter)