【Zhou Yunxing:?】

【Xiao Li:??】

[Lin Yanzhi: It's so late, what are you doing?]

Song Qishen waited for this sentence and immediately replied to the past-

【q: That is to go out for a vacation with Zhizhi.】

【q: She took the initiative to propose it.】

[Lin Yanzhi: Oh, it's all my fault.]

[Zhou Yunxing: So I can't make an appointment with Song in the next two days because you ran out to accompany you??]

[Xiao Li: When will you come out to gather? You haven't come out for a long time.]

Following the principle of informing him, Song Qishen immediately returned to his previous mode of talking less and typed two words coldly back.

【q: Leave.】

【Lin Yanzhi: Fuck you!】

By the time Qianzhi came out, Song Qishen was already leaning against the edge of the bed.

At this moment, the scene made her dream suddenly realize, as if she had returned to the night she had first married.

Everything seems familiar, not long after apart.

Seeing her like this, Song Qishen waved to her, "What are you doing when you stand there?"

But he seemed to know what Qianzhi was thinking, so he raised his hand and turned off the light.

The room was first sunk into darkness, and then the sparse light outside the window shone in and shone on the floor.

This is not too dark.

The installations and furnishings in the room all have their own blurred outlines.

Qian Zhi slowly moved forward, and during this period, he didn't know what he kicked and staggered.

What I received was a chuckle not far from the front.

It was very light, but in this quiet night, it was enough for her to capture it.

While groping, her little hand was grabbed by a pair of big hands, and then she gently used force along the end of her arm, and Qian Zhi was caught directly.

It makes people feel at ease to fall into a familiar embrace.

When he was stuffed into a relatively warm bed, Qian Zhi's feeling that he was on the verge of verge before washing up was back.

This time, she was in a daze and dizzy.

It's a bit like being drunk, the smell of roses.

What Song Qishen said and asked for, she looked very obedient and agreed.

The next morning, Qianzhi almost thought she was going to have a hangover.

I couldn't even open my eyes even if I had smoke from my throat.

She didn't care about her image either, so she sat up straight, with curly hair dancing.

Song Qishen was already dressed neatly, and he looked particularly refreshed.

At this moment, he was sitting at the table she had sat last night, looking at something in his hand carefully.

He looked so serious that Qian Zhi sat there for a long time, but he didn't notice it.

It was still her call him that Song Qishen turned his head over.

"woke up?"

"Well, can I sleep for a while?"

"No, I promised to go out and have fun. Do you want to waste your time here?" Song Qishen raised his eyebrows, and what he said made sense.

But last night he was not reasonable at all.

Qian Zhi moved all her hair to her forehead and began to protest silently.

"Protest is ineffective." Song Qishen seemed to be able to understand her heart and threw this sentence directly over.

Qian Zhi looked at him leisurely, and the meaning inside was self-evident.

Is this person equipped with an inner reader? It's so accurate?

"Did you drink last night?"

"No, I only drank one cup of milk from the small freezer." She thought for a while and continued, "and two small porcelain cups of rose tea."

Song Qishen finally understood Qian Zhi's sudden change, and she was very charming, different from before.

"That's not rose tea, it's wine dew." He continued, "Don't you feel it yourself?"

This sentence was like a thunderclap on the ground, which directly woke up Qianzhi's still sleepy bug. She opened her mouth, "I thought I was sleepy, I didn't think so much."

Song Qishen got up and brought her a new set of clothes, "Will you still drink it tonight?"

Qian Zhi surrendered in his sudden thoughtfulness, "Never again."

If she is unable to drink, then Yu Qianzhi has no drink at all.

A little alcohol content is not enough. She has increased the amount of alcohol factor and she will be in trouble herself.

It's one thing she's never tried before.

After trying it, it was another matter.

It has been so many years since Qian Zhi tried drinking it by chance last night. The senses are not very good, nor is it too bad.

The rose wine dew with low concentration seems to be ventilated, all with a rose-like smell, and it is fragrant and sweet.

"Do you can't touch the wine?" Song Qishen said, and specifically reminded him, "You have a dinner next week. Remember not to drink it at that time, and don't agree if others advise you."

"No, I always drank juice when I had dinner together before." Qian Zhi still dared to promise.

Song Qi responded lightly, and then his tone turned around.

"But in front of me, you can drink whatever you want."

The author has something to say: Song. Open the screen online. Peacock: I am still so double-standard today!

Today's V-Chapter 2 points, there are red envelopes, come quickly!

We are all thanks to those who threw thunder and irrigated a certain liquid!
Chapter completed!