Chapter 38 Borrowing wine

"Why don't you go in? Wait for me?" Ouyang's bantering voice came from behind, and he actually followed.

He Qian did not answer, because she saw that Ye Chen was coming out of the building, and there was a girl who was not a small grade who came out with him. She had long hair, her eyes were extremely bright, and her skin was healthy and shiny. She hugged Ye Chen's arm tightly and talked and laughed. Ye Chen looked at her with unusually gentle eyes.

He Qian did not move as if he had been fixed.

Ye Chen did not find the existence of He Qian all the way. He Qian couldn't take his eyes away from Ye Chen's body. It was not until Ye Chen was about to open the door that he saw her. He was slightly surprised. He saw that Ouyang Feibai's eyes next to He Qian gradually became cold. He looked at He Qian and squeezed the corners of his slightly bent mouth into a line. Straight line.

The girl followed Ye Chen's eyes and shouted at He Qian with a smile: "What?"

Ye Chen withdrew his eyes and looked at the girl: "What's wrong?"

"I think the sister who called today should be her." The girl mischievously winked at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes returned to her, and the emotionless sight made He Qian couldn't help shivering.

He Qian paused for a moment. The girl was smart and cute and really couldn't find any reason to be annoying. She smiled and nodded: "Well, yes, but it's all right."

Ye Chenying frowned slightly, looked at He Qian coldly and didn't say anything. Then he rubbed the girl's hair dotingly and said softly, "Get in the car."

The girl nodded and got into the car obediently. Ye Chen sat in the driver's seat, drove and left.

He Qian watched the car leave slowly until it disappeared. It's so uncomfortable. That's his real girlfriend. His movements and eyes are so intimate and gentle. It should be. He Qian's eyes still stayed in the direction of the car's departure and could not ask, because he was never a lover or friend.

Ouyang Feibai stared at He Qian, and the expression in his eyes suddenly faded. He Qian's eyes gradually disappeared, and her eyes gradually began to follow other men...

"Go!" Ouyang pulled her into the car for nothing. He Qian didn't resist too much. He was in a bad mood and depressed. Just indulge once.

Ouyang Feibai and she came to Meiye. It was only in the afternoon. There were not many people. He Qian sat at the bar and asked for a cup of vodka and began to drink. Ouyang Feibai sat next to her and stared at her instantly, with pity, anger, jealousy and unwillingness.

He Qian has only one idea in his heart. Today, he is decisive to get drunk. After waking up, forget everything, start again, forget Ye Chen, and forget to live day and night.

The liquor is spicy and sweet, and sweet. Love is like wine. It smells like spring fragrance and is infinitely attractive. When I drink it in my mouth, I find that it is spicy. I know that drinking too much hurts my body, but I can't help but **. I know that I am intoxicated in this mellow and crystal **.

The lights of the charming night glass overlapped, and He Qian's eyes were colorful, her cheeks were slightly red, and her red lips were delicate. She raised her glass and looked at the opposite person through the glass. She smiled mischievously: "Handsome man, is there anyone to accompany you?" She raised her head and took a sip of the glass of wine.

Ouyang Feibai's face was very pale. He did not deny that he did not stop her from drinking. He was selfish, but now he was a little annoyed and regretful when he saw her drunk like this. Why did she drink so much and hurt her body?

"Don't drink! Go home!" Ouyang Feibai pulled up He Qian's order.

"Hm?" He Qian stared at him curiously for a long time, as if he had forgotten who he was. "Eh? Oh! Ouyang is not a white bastard young master!"

Ouyang Feibai has a calm face and remembers that he is an asshole when he is drunk. It seems that there is still a way to save it.

He Qian picked up the glass and wanted to drink it. Ouyang Feibai took it away. Then she directly took a whole bottle in her hand. As soon as Ouyang Feibai was about to grab it, she covered the bottle in her chest and hugged it tightly and looked at Ouyang Feibai with resentful eyes: "No, bad guy, non-white brother is a big bad guy!"

Ouyang Feibai's eyes suddenly brightened, and his eyes changed color, and he couldn't see the bottom. He suppressed his excitement: "Shallow! What did you say? Say it again."

He Qian tilted his head and looked at him, like an abandoned puppy. There were tears in his eyes and muttered to himself, "He doesn't want me anymore. He left without saying a word. It's so sad. It hurts so much here."

Ouyang Feibai's heart suddenly tightened. Who does this "he" refer to?

He Qian pointed to his heart, "My parents don't want me anymore, Zhao Nuannuan doesn't want me anymore, and He Jiaming doesn't want me anymore. Whoo, it's so lonely."

Ouyang Feibai hugged He Qian: "I'm sorry, you still have me." The only thing he can say is sorry. If time can be reversed, he is willing to give up everything, as long as she is happy, "I'm sorry!"

He Qian held its shoulder and cried sadly: "Can you go back to the past, can you? I'd rather never meet. Can I go back? Haha, I can't. My hands are full of blood. My parents were killed by me. I, I want Ouyang to go to hell for nothing!"

Ouyang Feibai deeply locked her watery eyes and said sadly, "If there is you in hell, I am willing to go, and I will be happy!"

Naturally, He Qian didn't hear it. She was completely immersed in her own world and stared at Ouyang Feibai fiercely, as if she was going to eat him. Then she suddenly raised her hand and gave a "bang". The waiter at the bar was stunned. The second son of Ouyang was slapped. If the master made trouble, the whole The bar has to follow bad luck, but they also don't care about this man's affairs, but what if the situation expands? For a while, I was indecisive.

He Qian planned to walk in front of Ouyang Feibai, but his feet did not obey. His foot seemed to be stepping on the cotton, and his center of gravity was unstable like jumping forward. He just jumped into Ouyang Feibai's arms and had an nausea. He Qian vomited Ouyang Feibai. The waiter next to him turned pale with fear and quickly stepped forward to ask: "Master Ouyang's young master , what can I do for you?"

Ouyang's pale face is not much better: "Prepare to send some sobering soup to the VIP Suite 608."

"Good."

That room is specially reserved by Ouyang Feibai. Although it is not often used, the children of rich families are like this. They like to make an exclusive room for everything.

He took He Qian to the room and put it in **. He took off his coat and stared at her with bottomless eyes. This girl drank so much wine even though she was not good at drinking. Her fingers inadvertently scratched her smooth skin and lifted a period of dry heat. He was a man. How could he be indifferent to the woman she liked? In front of you.

He sat by the bed and gently scratched her beautiful cheek: "Qianqian, if I did something to you, will you hate me when you wake up? But I want to keep you by my side anyway. At that time, you will slowly see my true face and hate me more, but even so, I still don't want to let go.

He kissed her on the forehead. Such a thing was really common for Ouyang Feibai, but he was actually nervous.

Suddenly, a mobile phone ringing came from He Qian's pocket. Ouyang Feibai took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, Ye Chen's!

Ouyang Feibai directly took off the battery and threw his mobile phone aside. As soon as he returned to **, He Qian drilled into his arms like an injured kitten. Ouyang Feibai's heart was full of warmth. Looking at her frown and insecurity, his heart was soft.

The waiter brought the sobering soup. Ouyang Feibai picked up the sobering soup and fed it to He Qian, but He Qian shook his head and refused to drink it. He muttered over and over again: "Is it yogurt? I want to drink yogurt!"

Ouyang Feibai couldn't help laughing. This little girl is really a little girl, and she still likes to drink yogurt so much.

He Qian vomited several times, spit out some bitter water, and frowned like a hill.

Ouyang Feibai came to her mouth with a bowl, like coaxing a child: "Good boy, drink yogurt!"

He Qian seemed to understand. He frowned and took a sip. He felt that the taste was wrong and he vomited it all again. He also vomited a bubble on the soup noodles. Ouyang Feibai was angry and funny. This naughty temperament had not changed at all.

Ouyang Feibai continued to feed patiently: "Good boy, baby, drink it to buy yogurt for you."

He Qian closed his eyes and twisted around but did not cooperate. In the middle, he held Ouyang Feibai's arm and vomited several times. Ouyang Feibai couldn't bear to see her uncomfortable appearance. He took a sip of the sobering soup with her saliva, pressed her, aimed at her cherry mouth, and slowly fed her. He Qian began to resist and stubbornly. After drinking half and vomiting, Ouyang Feibai looked at her with a cold face and condescendingly. It was really troublesome. He could do it directly!

But he still couldn't bear to feed a few mouthfuls patiently and drink a few times. Finally, he took the initiative to stretch out his tongue and lick it. The slippery and soft lilac swept his lips and immediately lit a large flame. Isn't she causing a fire? Ouyang Feibai couldn't wait to rush up and eat her immediately.

And he did. He never thought he was a good person and was too lazy to be a good person. Good people end up like her mother.

He said, "Xiaoyu, I'd rather be hated by you than be forgotten by you. Let me watch you get farther and farther away from me. I can't do it!"

He held her tightly in his arms and felt her convex figure, and the desire in his body was burning. He thought that with the fact of husband and wife, she should slowly forgive him if he had a baby, and then he would tell her what happened.

He lowered his head and kissed her in a low voice and said, "Baby, tell me if you are Fang Yu?"

He Qian frowned in his sleep and did not answer.

"Xiaoyu, if you don't want to face the past, you don't want to face me. Your abandonment of Fang Yu's identity is actually giving up on me, right? Why are you so cruel and tell me how to be as decisive as you, huh? Tell me!"

He Qian frowned in pain, as if he had dreamed of something very painful.

Ouyang Feibai has untied her coat. White lace underwear wrapped her exquisite body. 21-year-old He Qian is not like 16-year-old Fang Yu. She is already exquisite, and this young and sexy ** broke out everywhere. Ouyang Feibai's throat involuntarily slid, and his body had already reacted. .

His hand gently scratched her flat lower abdomen, covered her plumpness, and gently kneaded it.