Chapter 283 Drunk

   There was a shadow in front of him.

  The box was already dark, but the dim light falling on the wine glass in his hand was instantly erased, turning it into darkness.

  Jun Gu's downcast eyes moved, and a strange color flickered across his tail.

  He slowly raised his eyelids, his dark and deep eyes were bottomless, with a little bit of reserved and elegant, quietly falling on the lowered eyes of the young man.

  Gong Jiuhan held the wine glass, the arrogance between his brows remained undiminished, but he was very serious:

   "Brother, I respect you."

   After finishing speaking, she picked up the wine glass, paused again, and added to the man's dim eyes: "Thank you for your care all the time."

   Then, do it first.

  From Jun Gu's perspective, the boy's slender throat slides with the movement of swallowing.

   Reflecting the dark light, it is extra... alluring.

  The ink in the eye sockets was getting darker, and when he closed his eyes, Jun Gu filled the wine glass in his hand and killed it likewise.

   It's refreshing to make people click their tongues.

  Seeing the young man carrying a wine glass to everyone present, he stopped and drank.

  The whole process is not too long.

   But Jun Gu frowned.

  The injury on this person’s body is only five or six points better, so he started messing around?

   I really don’t take my body seriously.

  Jiang Xiying, that fellow, is clearly inferior to others in his own skills, so he actually stirs up trouble in the name of doctrine.

   Not long after finishing the half bottle of wine, Jiang Xiying felt that she was getting overwhelmed before she had time to be happy.

  The whole person's head began to feel dizzy, and he seemed a little top-heavy.

   After all, he couldn't resist the strong wine, he slumped on Wen Yao's body, and lay down on the sofa.

  The last image that can be stored in the head is the appearance of Ruyu boy holding the wine glass and drinking it with his head turned sideways.

   Then, it became a paste.

   In a daze, Young Master Jiang, who was covered in mud on the sofa, suddenly pulled Wen Yao's sleeve, half struggling and half struggling to sit up.

  His eyes are blurred, but he is full of viciousness: "Who the **** turned the air conditioner so low? Don't you know that my young master is weak and can't resist freezing?"

  Wen Yao, who looked at him drunk and lost his temper, pulled out his sleeve from his hand with disgust, and patted it on the way.

   "Who turned on the air conditioner, really, it happened to be fine, but you can't resist the cold when you're drunk? Where did the stinky problem come from?"

  He raised his hand and lightly tapped Jiang Xiying's forehead, and the man fell back again.

  Suddenly, he paused, his eyeballs rolled around nimbly, then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and pulled out the camera.

  Master Jiang, Master Jiang, it would be a pity if no one recorded this historic moment for you.

  Let him do this good thing.

  The dinner party was over, and it was already past one o'clock at night.

  The teenagers were playing and making troubles, tossing for several hours, when finally cutting the cake, several people including Jiang Xiying fell down.

  Because it is forbidden to spread cakes in the singing bar, the teenagers just made it for fun.

  When they went out, the private room was not stained, but each face was covered with colorful creams, among which Jiang Xiying, who was in a ball of drunk, was particularly conspicuous.

  Wen Yao and Zhang Yan, who were supporting him on the left and right, were rubbed on their elbows a lot, and they couldn't help but dislike him while helping him to walk crookedly.

   "Jiang Shao looks like this, who would dare to believe that he is the lover of a girl from the capital?"

  Green and pink cream mixed with white, spread on his face as a drawing board, colorful and extraordinarily funny.

  In the gap, a person who was not drunk took a picture with his mobile phone. In the picture, the young man who came out from behind the crowd had a cold, expressionless face.

   Obviously drank a lot, but there was no sign of drunkenness.

  Jun Gu walked in the front, stretched out his hand to stop two taxis, he lowered his body and told the driver to wait for a while before getting up, and let the sober people take the rest into the car.

  Zhang Yan got into the car first, but Su Yu and Wen Yao, who were a little drunk, stood on the side of the road and parked the car again in front of them.

   "Go up."

  Opening the car door, Jun Gu turned sideways and looked at the people standing beside him.

  Su Yu shook his head, pushed Wen Yao and the others into the rear door in a row before Gong Jiu was silent, and squeezed Jun Gu to close the rear door.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the co-pilot, bent over and sat in, pressed the window and waved to the two people on the side of the road, smiling naively: "Boss, coach, this one is full, thank you for ordering another one, bye! "

   Then he turned to the driver and said, "Let's go, Master, ET Club in the Sports Building."

   Gong Jiu, who was about to get into the car, frowned silently, watching the car drive away.

   This group of people, is there a dog chasing them running so fast?

  Jun Gu intervened in his pocket and turned around to look over. The boy was talking with his eyebrows frowned.

   After all, he couldn't hold it back, a smirk overflowed on his lips, Jun Gu stepped forward and walked towards Gong Jiuan.

   "Let's go."

  Passing past the boy, Jun Gu walked straight towards the parking lot after leaving a word.

  However, after walking a few steps, he stopped.

   There was no movement behind him. Turning his head to look over, the young man stared at a glaring face, looking at him indifferently.

  Suddenly inexplicable, he raised his eyebrows and frowned slightly: "What are you doing in a daze?"

  Gong Jiu was puzzled: "Isn't it a taxi?"

  Emotion This person stands still because of this.

  Jun Gu replied: "I drove here."

   "Oh, there is a car." Gently nodding his head up and down, Gong Jiu took a silent step, and then followed suit.

  After the young man was silent for a long time, and seemed to be thinking about what he said very seriously, Jun Gu realized later—this man seemed to be drunk.

  Gong Jiuhan walked to his side, stopped again, and looked at him without blinking.

   He obviously has no expression, but for no reason, it makes people think that this person is so obedient.

  Suddenly thought of being funny, Jun Gu put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin, and shouted: "Gong Jiu is dumb."

  The boy raised his face slightly: "Huh?"

  He raised his lips: "Do you know that you are a pig?"

  Gong Jiu frowned silently, and retorted seriously: "I'm not a pig."

  Yo, still not fooled.

  Jun Gu chuckled, even when he was drunk, his logic was still so clear, so he really wasn't easy to mess with.

   Breathed out, his hand landed on Gong Jiuan's wrist, he pulled the man around and prepared to go to the garage.

  The night is dark and windy, what if this person gets lost, it's better to go back earlier.

  Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his foot, his hand was thrown away by the young man, which caught him off guard.

  Even if there is a wind blowing through the summer night, it is not a bit cold, but adds a touch of coolness.

   But brushing Gong Jiu's dumb face after drinking alcohol made the drunkenness more intense, and the resentment accumulated in her head began to pour out undisguisedly at this moment.

  The boy's eyes are deep, with a jade-like face, indifferent and serious, he raised his index finger and pointed at him:

   "You know, you're annoying."

   Happy New Year my dears! I'm here~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)