Who wants tea?

Anyone have heard of borrowing tea to relieve sorrow!

Lu Sangsang rolled his eyes and fell on the pillow beside him, too lazy to pay attention to the "serious person" beside him.

Duan Jinghuai was serious. He had a small tea-making prop at home. He took out the tea leaves from the coffee table and really started to boil water.

After a while, a faint fragrance of tea floated up.

Lu Sangsang was speechless and sipped in a sip of wine: "Are you really... an old cadre?"

Duan Jinghuai didn't know the true meaning of this word, so he could only understand it from the surface. He said in a little puzzled manner: "I am not a public official."

Lu Sangsang opened his mouth and trembled with a smile: "Yes, you are a doctor, an awesome doctor!"

Duan Jinghuai poured her a cup of tea: "Lu Sangsang, stop drinking."

"But I feel uncomfortable."

“Will you not feel uncomfortable if you drink?”

“It’s not uncomfortable in a short time.”

Duan Jinghuai dared not agree with this, which can only be said to be self-deception and harming the body.

“Prosthetic matter…”

"Not mentioning this." Lu Sangsang interrupted, his brows suddenly frowned, "Don't worry, I don't want to do it anymore."

Duan Jinghuai looked at her unexpectedly. He knew how much she had prepared for this matter over the past period of time. Although he was not sure whether she was doing it correctly or not, at least he knew that it could not be easily rejected.

Duan Jinghuai: "Because of what happened today?"

Lu Sangsang raised his head and took a sip of wine, silent.

But he saw that her eyes turned red.

Duan Jinghuai never saw Lu Sangsang crying. He was stunned and realized that what he said today might be heavy.

"You know I've worked hard for a long time," he heard her say.

Duan Jinghuai suddenly didn't know what to say, but felt that the guilt in his heart was fermenting a little too much.

Lu Sangsang lowered his face, staring at the hem of his nightgown, as if he was talking to himself, "But why can't you see it? Do you just reject me no matter whether I am good or not?"

Lu Sangsang is actually a little bit over the top. You are referring to too many things, but in Duan Jinghuai's ears, this is completely for him to hear.

He thought about it and said cautiously: "I didn't say I would completely reject you."

"Oh, what else!" Lu Sangsang suddenly threw out the empty beer can with some irritation. "Anyway, you just look down on me and think I can't compare to those goods anywhere. Why, the same father is still discriminatory?"

Duan Jinghuai narrowed his eyes, feeling something was wrong.

Lu Sangsang opened another can: "I'm so fucking unwilling to accept it. What did Lu Shuang Lu Cheng do? I just handed over the planning plan that my subordinates had prepared. I went to follow me in person! But I can't get it at all--"

Lu Sangsang's voice choked as she spoke. She didn't usually have a crying personality, but today she probably drank too much and there was someone like a sculpture around her, so she took off her guard.

"Anyway, it's just unfair..." She wiped away the tears that were almost falling from the corners of her eyes and turned her head to stare at Duan Jinghuai, "You said, is it unfair?"

She was a little messy, but the small face she exposed was delicate, her skin was still fair, and her eye makeup was not blurred, but the bright red lips were partly on the can, which was a little lighter.

The decaying beauty is pale and withered, but still has charming charm that is absorbed in people's hearts.

Duan Jinghuai never denied her appearance. He knew that she was amazing before, but she looked a little thrilling and her thoughts were unstable.

He looked away quietly and said, "There is no absolute fairness in this world, you..."

"Yes." Lu Sangsang sniffed and slowly stretched out his hand, "Just like you, Lu Shuang likes you so much, but she can't get it."

Duan Jinghuai paused: "Don't say this in the future."

"But I was right, she really likes you." Lu Sangsang wondered, "But do you know this? She confessed to you? No, how could a person like her confess to others?"

Duan Jinghuai stared at the hot air in the teacup, as if he was trapped in some memories.

It took a long time to say: "No."

"Yes, I knew she wouldn't confess." Lu Sangsang pressed his temple, "How did you know."

"You're not saying it now."

Lu Sangsang pulled the corners of his mouth and felt that he was a little mentally retarded. "Yes." After thinking about it, he said, "Since there is something that is worth being happy about."

Duan Jinghuai poured another cup of tea silently: "...bore."

"It's not boring, I think it's quite interesting." Lu Sangsang kept staring at his side face, "But speaking of it... Duan Jinghuai, you look really good-looking, no wonder so many girls still like you know that you are Kuai Mutou."

Duan Jinghuai: "You are bored."

Lu Sangsang chuckled, as if he was feeling much better when he looked helpless in Duan Jinghuai.

"So, what kind of person do you like?" Lu Sangsang asked this question a little close to him. She tilted her head, her eyes were a little confused.

Duan Jinghuai looked at her without saying a word.

Lu Sangsang was not in a hurry, but just waited on her shoulder. She was really curious.

"Then, do you really don't like me like this?" Lu Sangsang shook, suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulders, and said vaguely, "I'm not bad either."

"You're drunk."

"No." Lu Sangsang leaned forward and stopped when he was about to meet him, "Ruan Peijie said you like Lu Shuang's type, it's true or false."

What she said was a bit aggrieved, especially since the project was intercepted today, and she became even more resentful about this matter.

But Duan Jinghuai couldn't pay attention to these points at this time.

"Lu Sangsang." His voice had a forbidden meaning.

Lu Sangsang felt that he had not rejected it but agreed. She curled her lips and was unhappy, "I am your wife, you can't like Lu Shuang."

As she said that, she did something she would never do when she was awake. She stepped forward and sat directly onto his tui.

Duan Jinghuai: “…………”

"Can you not like Lu Shuang, huh?"

The two got closer, and Duan Jinghuai could even feel her warm body temperature. But at this time, Lu Sangsang was still half-squinted and provocative, "Why don't you speak so seriously?"

Duan Jinghuai was still holding a teacup in one hand, and the line of his jaw was tense because he bit his back teeth. He said in a deep voice, "Don't let go."

"don't want."

"Lu Sangsang, don't let me say it again."

"What do you want?" Lu Sangsang said, "Don't threaten me, hiccup... I don't like others, threaten me."

Strong smell of alcohol.

Duan Jinghuai turned his head, and his other hand that was not holding a cup held her back collar and pulled it back. He just wanted to lift her away, but he didn't expect that with this pull, his thin nightgown would press tightly against her.

Duan Jinghuai was stunned for a moment and immediately let go of his hand.

But as soon as he let go, the person in front of him rushed to him due to inertia, and the corners of his mouth softened and her lips pressed up.

The living room has a lot of lights, so Duan Jinghuai can clearly see the confusion in her eyes, and the intoxication after the confusion...the indescribable intoxication.

"Tea flavor..." Lu Sangsang took a short distance and quipped for a while, "It's fragrant."

A string tense on my heart suddenly broke.

It was obvious that the drop of wine was not touched, but it seemed to be intoxicated by the strong smell of wine around it.

Duan Jinghuai stared at the person in front of her, and grabbed both sides of her arms when she wanted to come up again. He grabbed the person from her body and pressed it on the sofa.

He half-kneeled above and looked at her condescendingly.

"Have you made enough trouble?"

The eyes are cold, but the ears are red.

Lu Sangsang looked at him, his mind was a little confused because of this collision.

"Dr. Duan..."

She was extremely oppressed and she was in turmoil. But she didn't want to move, just staring at him like this, allowing the ambiguity to spread in the living room late at night.

She must be deeply drunk.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have grabbed his collar at once.

When the lips suddenly pressed on, both of them had a moment of stagnation. Two seconds later, Lu Sangsang began to go to his lips boldly but clumsyly.

"Soft..."

Two more times, "Sweet..."

Only Lu Sangsang can do such things as he acts and evaluates them.

Duan Jinghuai was very confident, but he was so desperate that he never died. He used Lu Sangsang every time he didn't control himself.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his hands became stronger.

Lu Sangsang exclaimed in pain.
To be continued...