272 the truth

Luo Wener felt that she should take a straight posture and face the flirting bravely. Anyway, he is always like this, so why should she feel guilty?

So she raised her eyes and looked directly at him: "Why didn't Lao Wu come?"

"I'm sick." He naturally lowered his eyes and made a glass of wine for her.

Hu Lun was punished for kneeling in the snow all night and is now making a pose.

Any light skit is a secret that she doesn't want to mention. Luo Wener will not embarrass him, but only frown at the wine in front of her: "Mo Xi, I..."

Qian Yumo picked up the white porcelain wine cup: "This cup is rare for you to take off, and the blessing will last forever."

This cup is for drinking.

Qian Yumo is full of wine again: "This cup, I wish you a prosperous business and a wide range of financial resources."

She loved to hear this sentence and drank it immediately.

"This cup, I wish you all the best."

Drink.

"I hope we will always think it's good and never do it again..." He suddenly couldn't go on and just looked at her.

Her heart was full of waves, staring at the wine cup, and suddenly drank it.

Qian Yumo also drank all the glass of wine and was about to get the white porcelain wine pot when Luo Wener's hand also fell on it.

The two looked at each other and slowly let go.

Luo Wener held the wine pot and slowly poured a glass of wine for him.

The wine is clear, and the sound of wine is clear. In the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside, it is so quiet and pleasant.

"Thank you for this cup!"

She smiled at him and raised her glass.

He was silent for a moment, and also picked up the wine cup and held the corners of his lips slightly: "Actually, it's me... Thank you."

When the wine is over, the glass is empty and full again.

There are no words this time, just drinking silently and their own minds.

However, after all, Luo Wener was too strong to drink. She held her head and said sadly, "What kind of wine is this? I only drank so much. Why do I feel dizzy?"

"Of course, it's the wine in your store, but it's not mixed with water this time..."

"I've never mixed water!" She raised her head and looked at him viciously.

"Okay, if you don't..."

"I didn't have it!"

"Okay, okay, I didn't..." Qian Yumo smiled, held the wine pot and drank by himself.

Luo Wener looked at him with some jealousy and suddenly said, "Don't drink either. Go home!"

"Why should I go back?"

"Because..."

Luo Wener swallowed the words that were about to exit, as if swallowing a thorn stuck in her throat: "Today is the reunion festival. Your... family, I definitely hope to enjoy the bright moon with you."

He took a deep look at her.

Woman, how**, there are some things, even if he doesn't say it, she still feels it.

Thinking about this, I don't know what it's like in my heart. It's a little bitter and sweet.

He suddenly looked at her: "What about you?"

Luo Wener was losing her mind. Hearing the words, she raised her eyes. It took a long time to remember his question and said sullenly, "I've drunk too much and want to sleep."

Close your eyes immediately.

She seemed to really sleep, but there was a strong force to lift her up: "Don't sleep!"

She opened her eyes in a daze: "Why are you still here?"

After being drunk last time, Qian Yumo found that as long as she drank, her brain turned abnormally slowly and often stopped. At present, her eyes were straight. Although she was looking at him, she was obviously asleep.

He couldn't help laughing: "How about we go out for a walk?"

He asked several times before he saw that her loose pupils gradually gathered and wandered for a long time to fall on his face: "I'm a guilty body, and I can't walk around."

"Didn't you have already committed the crime of sending the Lantern Festival to the palace?"

After a long time, my eyes gathered again: "I'm injured and I can't walk. I want to sleep..."

With that, people slipped down.

He moved his wrist to stop her from lying down: "It was because of the injury that he needed to go out for a walk. Don't you hear that it's better to get out of the deep boudoir to get rid of all kinds of diseases than to Yueyang Wanzhang Building'?

Luo Wener was dizzy and couldn't hear what he was talking about. All she knew was that he wouldn't let her sleep. She couldn't help but get annoyed and began to push him: "I'm not going. I'm going to sleep. I'm going to sleep..."

"I'll carry you..." His voice suddenly fell softly in his ear, with a shallow temperature: "Are you sleeping on my back, okay?"

Luo Wener only picked up a word "sleep" and immediately nodded and closed her eyes.

In a trance, it seemed that there was a warm thing wrapped around her body, and then she lay on the same wide and strong object.

It's very comfortable.

She patted the "pillow", sighed contentedly and fell asleep.

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The wind was very light, mixed with scattered snow, brushing the soft hair tips on the hood and swept itching on her face.

Luo Wener suddenly sneezed and opened her eyes in confusion.

A huge peony fireworks are blooming in the air.

She looked at the gorgeous brilliance in the air with some suspicion, and then looked around the light and dark. The firecrackers in her ear were also constantly reminding her attention, and then...

"Mo Xi? What's going on? Why did I come out? And you, how do you..."

"You asked me to carry you out."

"Me? How is that possible?"

"I don't know. You can recall it."

Luo Wener really recalled, but the last clip only stopped at her drinking with Mo Xi one cup after another.

The brain seems to be starting to turn. She understood that although she was not strong enough to drink, the degree of alcohol in ancient times was not high. Last time she drank nearly a jar before falling asleep. This time, it must be because of her weakness. In addition, when she was in prison, in addition, in addition to fainting after suffering from torture, she was usually suffered from severe pain that she could not sleep, so that she was extremely sleepy after coming out, so today The day was poured down by a few glasses of wine, but it won't cause me to lose my memory, right?

She frowned, but still couldn't figure out that her head was dizzy because of the surge of alcohol.

"Since you can't think of it, don't think about it. Anyway, it's already out. Let's walk through this street and throw all your disasters on the road, isn't it?"

Feeling that she was looking around, Qian Yumo couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips: "Don't worry, for the reputation of the clouds, I specially chose this secluded alley, but if you want to be rude to me, I will never shout..."

The shoulder was hit, followed by an exclamation, and the person behind him suddenly separated himself from him.

He knew what she was careful about, but... she was close to him just now, really soft, very soft...

However, she only stayed away for a moment, and softly pasted it, and her even breath gently sprinkled on his neck.

He couldn't help shaking his head and looking at the alley with sparse colored lights that seemed deep and long to see the end. He raised the corners of his lips and walked forward.

The light is blurred, and fireworks sometimes rise above the head, spreading a pair of figures shallowly on the ground, suddenly and back, looming, as if walking in an eternal space.

If only it could be eternal at this moment? Not like the bridge with an end, he is willing to carry her on this quiet road and walk forever...