Chapter 887

Ling Yiran's hands were still wrapped around Yi Jinli's neck, looking at this extremely familiar face that was so close to each other.

This is...A Jin, A Jin who can rely on each other...

"A Jin, do you know? I'm so happy today..." she murmured.

But his brow frowned, "Happy?"

"Well... I'm very happy... It seems that I can really forget a lot of worries when I look at the people on the stage and dance with the people on the stage..."

She continued to mumble, but what was the trouble she wanted to forget? For a moment, she couldn't remember it.

However, hugging A Jin like this made her feel very at ease, as if she had a long-lost peace of mind.

"Riyi... said that the five people singing and dancing on stage today are very popular recently..."

"Riyi likes the one with white hair the most, but...uh...I prefer the one with black hair...I think the one with black hair is the best in Oriental men."

"I...I want to grab their clothes today, and they will throw them off the stage one by one..."

"Li Yi said...If I really like the little vest she grabbed, she will give it to me..."

Ling Yiran was talking nonsense, but Gao Congming could feel the air pressure in the car getting lower and lower. He was yelling in his heart, hoping that Ling could still say a few less words.

If you continue to say it, God knows whether Mr. Yi will get angry.

"Is that true? So you like that black-haired person." Yi Jinli's cold voice sounded in the car.

Gao Congming silently sympathized with the black-haired person in the band.

"Yeah." Ling Yiran said while lit her head.

The atmosphere inside the car seemed to be extremely tense.

But the next moment, her next sentence made Gao Congming breathe a sigh of relief.

"But... my favorite thing is our A Jin." Ling Yiran murmured.

Yi Jinli's eyes suddenly became softer. Our A Jin... It seems that a long time ago, she once liked to use such a title.

It was as if she and him were family.

And her hand began to move from his neck to his hair, and her fingers scratched his hairstyle, "A Jin's black hair is the most...the most beautiful..."

He allowed her fingers to tick around his hair, but he just hugged her in his arms a little more.

This long-lost intimacy made him feel like he had a treasure at this moment.

If she would only look at him with such a close attitude again when she was drunk, then he hoped that she could keep getting drunk.

The car drove to the entrance of the community where Ling Yiran rented a house. Yi Jinli hugged Ling Yiran and got out of the car, entered the rental house, and then instructed Gao Congming, "Let's wait outside."

"Yes." Gao Congming responded and stood at the door of the rental house.

Yi Jinli hugged Ling Yiran and walked to the edge of the bed, letting her sit on the bed, and he bent his knees and squatted down, carefully taking off her shoes.

His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid that heavier force would hurt her.

Ling Yiran looked at Yi Jinli, who had been half short in front of her with drunken eyes, suddenly stretched out his hand, touched his head and said, "A Jin, how good."

His body shook slightly, his jaw slightly raised, and his shimmering eyes stared at her calmly, "Will you like me if I'm good?"
Chapter completed!