Qiao Anan pursed her lips and smiled, with a hint of shyness and warm halo, it was very charming.

Luo Beiyuan poured the red wine into the cup and handed it to her: "I want to drive, you can drink some."

Qiao Anan took it and paid for it: "Sweet."

"I ordered it for you." Luo Beiyuan's voice became low and dull, as if there was an ulterior motive of secrets: "Will you get drunk?"

Qiao Anan thought of her insignificant alcohol tolerance, and she smiled a little embarrassedly: "Half a cup shouldn't be drunk."

Luo Beidan's eyes flashed. He hoped that she would get drunk. He wanted to see her drunken look again.

"You don't want to get me drunk, are you?" Qiao Anan looked at the man with big eyes flashing with a smile.

Luo Beiyuan's thoughts were guessed by her words, and Junrong flashed a touch of unnaturalness and said dryly: "No, why would I want to get you drunk?"

"I'm drunk, you have a better chance. Actually, I'm very happy today. I can drink more." Qiao Anan said with a curved smile on his eyes.

Luo Beiyuan's heart was hooked away by her, and he gently condensed her: "Okay, if you are drunk, I will be responsible for sending you home."

"Okay." Qiao Anan nodded. She finally didn't have to worry about meeting bad people when she got drunk.

After dinner, Qiao Anan really got herself drunk, but she was not as good as she was, but she was just slightly drunk.

Luo Beiyuan helped her to sit in the car, bent down to wear a seat belt for her, and suddenly felt two tender hands holding it on his face. The next second, Qiao Anan pouted her lips and printed it over, kissed him several times on his face, and finally kissed him on the thin lips. After the kiss, she seemed to have won a little, showing a few smug smiles.

Luo Beiyuan shook his head helplessly and smiled. When she was awake, she didn't have the courage. Sure enough, it was fun to be drunk.

Qiao Anan sat in the car, hummed a small song, and then fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up, she found that she was being held by a man into the elevator. She naturally hooked the man's neck with her arms, turned her face over and pressed against his shoulders.

Luo Beiyuan's breathing was a little heavy. Her unpreparedness made him feel the urge to bully her. It happened naturally, and his relationship with her should have developed for granted.

Luo Beiyuan took her home directly because he looked drunk.

He didn't dare to send her home. If her mother asked, he didn't know how to answer.

"Sit down well, I'll pour you a glass of water." Luo Beiyuan put the woman wrapped around him on the sofa, but unexpectedly, as soon as she put it down, her arm wrapped around her again. This time, she hugged his thighs. Luo Beiyuan felt like an electric shock, and a numb feeling surged up. Fortunately, he had good concentration, otherwise, he would be afraid that the next second, he would press her down without any scruples.

Qiao Anan did not let go and murmured: "Luo Beiyuan, can I hug your thighs?"

Luo Beiyuan heard her childish words and had to bend down and grab her with both hands: "Yes, but not now."

Qiao Anan looked at the man with blurred eyes and murmured: "You are so beautiful, it's so unfair. You can even look so beautiful as a man..."

Luo Beiyuan felt a sense of laughter and crying. Qiao Anan was even jealous of his good-looking appearance. She didn't think about it. No matter how good-looking he was, he would only belong to her in the future, and she made a profit.

Luo Beiyuan poured a cup of clear water, returned to the sofa, and saw Qiao Anan leaning there in a daze.

"Come on, have a drink." Luo Beiyuan sat down, hugged her in his arms, and fed her himself.

Qiao Anan took a few sips very obediently, and her whole body became much more awake. She couldn't help asking, "What time is it now? Should I go home?"

Luo Beiyuan glanced at the time: "It's eleven o'clock, it's time for you to go back."

"But I don't want to go back. I want to live here at your place tonight." Qiao Anan suddenly became bolder. She didn't know why she dared to say such words, but this was her truest thought.

Luo Beiyuan was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, Qiao Anan's cell phone rang.

Qiao Anan took the phone and looked at it. It was her mother, and a trace of guilt flashed across her expression.

Luo Beiyuan's expression was also a little complicated, and his eyes were staring at her cell phone.

Qiao Anan quickly answered: "Hey, mom!"

"It's so late, I haven't come back yet, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiuzhu's voice came, a little frustrated. "Mom, I'm at Fang Qing's house, I won't come back tonight." Qiao Anan didn't know where the courage came from, but actually lied to her mother.

"It's okay to be at your friend's house. It's a good thing for young people to gather together." Zhang Xiuzhu felt relieved when she heard that she was at your friend's house.

"Then I'll hang up first." Qiao Anan was so scared that she hung up her phone quickly.

Her pretty face was swollen and red. She was really afraid that her mother would say something next and let Fang Qing answer the phone.

Luo Beiyuan couldn't help but chuckled when he saw her guilty look like a thief: "You are lying very carefully."

"I... am not for you." Qiao Anan said mockingly.

"For me? What do you want to stay with me?" Luo Beiyuan's voice became hoarse. He was all adult men and women. Everyone knew what to do if he stayed.

Qiao Anan lowered her head, her two little hands were tugging around, and she had a lot of words in her heart, but she didn't know if she should say it.

"I...I'm thinking, since we have all decided to date, there are some things...I think we can try to do it." Qiao Anan's voice was extremely nervous, and her pretty face was blushing. Would she be too proactive?

Of course Luo Beiyuan understood what she meant, but he had promised her before that he would mention this matter after marriage.

"Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you?" Luo Beiyuan's eyes were gentle on her. Her active look was lovely and innocent. How could he refuse?

"I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything you do to me." Qiao Anan responded boldly to his eyes, and then she took the initiative to rush over and hug him, closed her eyes, as if muttering, "Luo Beiyuan, do you think I'm too casual?"

Luo Beiyuan replied with a smile: "What's the point of being casual? You are already a very self-loved girl."

Qiao Anan raised her head, her clear eyes blinked, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "So, can I stay tonight?"

Luo Beiyuan's heart beat faster, his handsome face was slightly hot, and his big palm gently stroked her back: "Well, stay."

The man's low voice, like magic, made Qiao Anan feel a little drunk. She didn't know if she was bold or crazy to do this, but if she didn't do some things, she would feel the consequences and regret.

There are so many things you regret in life.

The living room suddenly became quiet, and the eyes of the two people touched each other, and they were a little unnatural. The ambiguous factor in the air just now had dissipated, leaving only the courage to face it calmly.

"I... do I want to take a shower?" Qiao Anan was still a little drunk, but her consciousness was clear. Maybe alcohol can really boost her courage. She now feels that she is very bold and has nothing to do, including pushing down this man.
Chapter completed!