What makes sense to eat skewers and not drink beer?
Xia Zi shook his head: "I won't." ” "It's a shame."
Yan Yanqi raised his head and took a sip of beer, then laughed at him.
Xia Zi: "" Despite Yan Yanqi's encouragement, Xia Zi still didn't drink.
As soon as Yan Yanqi finished drinking a bottle, Xia Zi felt that something was wrong.
Looking at Yan Yanqi, who kept dangling, Xia Zi bit the skewer for a moment, and then said, "You won't and won't drink the bar" Drunk this is.
Yan Yanqi stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him: "One bottle is not enough."
"At least pour it after three bottles, it's been a long time since it's been so cool, and you can't do anything in Mansion Seven.
Bored to death.
For the next half hour, Xia Zi had been carefully biting the skewers, watching Yan Yanqi drink bottle after bottle of wine in a daze.
As soon as the fifth bottle was opened, Xia Zi heard a "bang", and then Yan Yanqi fell unconscious on the table.
The corners of Xia Zi's mouth twitched, what the hell.
The amount of alcohol is not so good.
Xia Zi tried to wake her up, but it was useless.
After paying, Xia Zi picked up Yan Yanqi with a skewer in his mouth and took a taxi to leave.
Looking at the gate of Mansion No. 7 in front of him, Xia Zi dragged Yan Yanqi out of the car.
As soon as he got out of the car, Yan Yanqi woke up, and then shook him off.
"I'm home."
Yan Yanqi pressed his head with one hand.
Xia Zi nodded: "Hmm." ” "What time is it?"
even if he was a little drunk, he had not forgotten that Mansion No. 7 had access control.
Xia Zi's voice was very soft, and he spoke cautiously: "As far as I know, it seems that the curfew time has passed."
Yan Yanqi stood firmly, didn't say anything, and walked towards the gate slowly, and the security guard at the door saw this and hurriedly opened the door.
Mansion No. 7 was quiet, and Yan Yan walked dizzily.
Seeing Yan Yanqi enter, Xia Zi scratched his head, and then got into a taxi and left.
When I entered the hall, it was quiet, as if I had all slept.
Yan Yanqi shook his dazed head, then went into the kitchen in a daze, took a glass of cold juice, and then walked towards the elevator.
My body is so soft that I just want to fall into the big bed and sleep well.
After entering the elevator, Yan Yanqi leaned against the wall on the side and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
When the elevator reached the fourth floor, Bo Qichen stood in front of the elevator door, watching the elevator door open automatically, and then saw someone inside slipping and planting on the ground.
Bo Qichen: "" Bo Qichen only felt a little headache, and for the first time, he felt that Yan Qiqi was so two.
I won't drink it.
Yan Yanqi got up on his own, ignored the cup that rolled to the ground in front of the elevator door, and then stepped on it.
Bo Qichen: "" When she was about to fall down again, Bo Qichen tightly wrapped one hand around her waist, turned around, and pressed her against the wall next to the elevator door.
Glancing at the sleepy Yan Qi, Bo Qichen was helpless, and when he raised his hand, he smiled meaningfully, like a wolf who had found its prey.
"Is this yours," he patted her flushed cheek with one hand.
Yan Yanqi frowned, then slapped his hand away and slowly opened his eyes.
"Is it yours," Bo Qichen asked again.
Yan Yanqi's eyes widened: "biàntài":