Nanyang is not a lucky person. This has been the case for three thousand years.
The first dumpling she ate had coins in it. She herself did not expect it to be so fast. When she bit down, her gums almost bleed.
Tomorrow night, Cheng saw Nan Yang's frowning expression and knew that she had eaten it, so he shouted at Qian Dao without hesitation: "Boss Nan has eaten it! Hurry up, fine wine and fine wine!"
Tomorrow night Cheng knows that Nanyang is not good at drinking, and she will become very cute when she is drunk. The more drunk she is, the more cute she is. It's a pity that Nanyang is usually very self-disciplined and won't let himself get drunk in front of outsiders. This time, she was able to take a chance to see Nanyang drunk. She was so excited when she thought about it, how could she let go of any reason for Nanyang to drink.
As expected, Qian Dao started interacting with the live broadcast room very respectfully: "Wow, I didn't expect the first coin to be eaten so quickly! Congrats to our boss Nan, for getting the first good luck in the new year! Come, come, open a bottle of Corona Fill it up for Boss Nan!"
Tomorrow night, Cheng opened a bottle of Corona with his own hands, and with a smile, he poured the glass in front of Nanyang full.
Nanyang looked at Ming Wancheng with a bit of killing intent in his eyes.
A slender, white hand reached out and took the wine glass in front of Nanyang. The cup was so full that it spilled a little when it was picked up, and it stained with the thin fingertips.
Zhu Qinghuan smiled softly towards Nanyang, with water in his eyes, he held the rim of the glass and sipped the beer inside.
Tomorrow night, Cheng let out a disappointed "Huh?" and sat back angrily. It seems that it is hopeless to see the old ancestor drunk and lose his temper today. If Master Qinghuan helped her drink the first cup, then she would not ask the ancestor to drink it later.
Nanyang watched Qinghuan drinking for a while, and his eyes became more and more hot. She took back her eyes and didn't dare to look any more, so she took the chopsticks to pick up the dumplings to eat.
The second, with a thud, almost bleeds again.
"What kind of good luck is this? Eat two coins in a row! Quickly, pour it to Boss Nan's daughter-in-law!" Qian Dao shouted excitedly.
Zhu Qinghuan hadn't finished one cup, and the second cup was pushed to her hand. She drank the last bit of the first cup, and then picked up the second cup and started drinking.
Nanyang didn't even dare to pick up dumplings.
Everyone at the table discovered her special physique that could be hit again and again, and they all coaxed her to continue eating. Nanyang didn't speak, his face was not very good-looking. After finishing the second cup, Qinghuan shook his head and said, "It's alright, you can eat it. This wine is not high in alcohol."
"It really doesn't matter?" Nanyang asked seriously.
"It's alright, eat it at ease." Zhu Qinghuan replied softly.
Nanyang nodded, picked up his chopsticks again, and put the dumplings on the big plate into his bowl. Zhu Qinghuan saw that her right hand was uneasy, and she helped her with dumplings, filling a bowl full of them.
Nanyang ate them one by one, frowned after a while, and spat out a coin. Before half a bowl of dumplings was eaten, Qing Huan had saved six coins.
Tomorrow night, Cheng couldn't help but sigh: "How many dumplings with coins did you make?"
Qian Dao laughed: "I just saw that they basically put a coin every two. After all, Director Li prepared a big basket of coins, and everyone wrapped it up, hahaha. It's not just Boss Nan who eats a lot. Don't you see that everyone has something to eat? Everyone drank, but Boss Nan didn't drink a cup, and let Zhuzhu help her, which is too inconsiderate." He turned his face towards Nanyang, "Boss Nan , you should drink some, you see, your neck is red when you drink Zhuzhu!"
Zhu Qinghuan did drink a little too much. Although the Corona degree is not high, it is still very good to drink so much in a short period of time. There was mist in her eyes, and her cheeks and ears were all red. She told Nanyang to eat with confidence, but Nanyang really felt relieved and ate piles of coins for her. She couldn't drink as fast as Nanyang could eat dumplings. After most of the day, Nanyang was full of dumplings, but she didn't even bother to eat a single dumpling, she just drank for the woman beside her.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at the five coins he had not finished drinking, and felt that his eyes were in a trance.
Nanyang finally realized that something was wrong with Qinghuan, and immediately put down his chopsticks, frowning slightly, and wanted to reach out and touch Qinghuan's shoulder, but he didn't dare, just hung there: "Are you alright? Why blushed? so?"
Zhu Qinghuan turned her head to look at Nanyang. After drinking, her eyes were blurred, the ends of her eyes were red, and her already enchanting facial features were even more charming, like a fox demon who was ready to seduce the gods.
Those charming eyes, with a greed that they have never had before, were connected back and forth on Nan Yang's face and body. Jiu Jin came up, and her consciousness began to blur, she only knew that she was staring at Nanyang, looking at Nanyang's cold and quaint face, and at Nanyang's slender, cold and white neck. She frowned, staring at the snow-white shirt on Nanyang's shoulder.
She really wanted to hug her.
She wanted to bury her face in her white shirt.
She didn't know when she fell in love with Nanyang. Maybe it was the night of the dinner party that she supported herself in the car for an entire hour, maybe she saw the photo of her walking outside with her arms in her arms when the party was over, or... maybe she was secretly watching her sitting in front of the trash can He ate twenty-five chocolates in silence. Mei Zhongli is right, Nanyang is a very good person, beautiful, kind, considerate and loyal. Beneath her cold appearance is a cute childishness that only she can see. She is obviously a noble lady who is used to being served. , but still clumsily caring about all the details of himself. She fell in love with her, after all, it was only a matter of time.
But Nanyang was too gentle to her and never asked for anything. She wants to go further with Nanyang, but she doesn't know how to do it. She has never been in a relationship or pursued a woman. She doesn't know how to show her favor to Nanyang. She stuffed her with chocolate, cooked her hot pot, washed her clothes, and even allowed her to sleep in the same bed as herself. But Nanyang was always so disciplined and never crossed the line, not even taking the initiative to pull her hand.
Sometimes she thought Nanyang was cute and rigid. Sometimes I think this kind of rigidity is a bit hateful.
For example, now that she is so drunk, she still doesn't come to help herself.
Abominable.
Tomorrow night, Cheng looked at Qing Huan, who had lost his expression management, with a worried expression on his face, and hurriedly said to Nan Yang, "Don't ask my master to drink, she is already drunk."
Qian Dao patted the table: "Hey, no, no, no, you have to drink when you eat, everyone drank, why give them two exceptions?"
Xia Shan looked at Zhu Qinghuan who was drinking in a daze, and felt distressed for a long time. He interjected to help her smooth things out: "Didn't you say before that if you don't drink, you can make a big risk penalty to offset it?"
Qian Dao immediately took up the topic and shouted to the live broadcast mobile phone: "Come on, it's time for the fans' welfare! Zhu Zhu can't drink anymore, and he has to accept the punishment of the big adventure. What punishment do fans want to see her do? Public screen swipe Get up! I'll count three, two, one, and take a screenshot after the countdown. The first one I've intercepted shall prevail, brush it up and brush it up!"
In fact, you can actually choose to punish without taking a screenshot. As soon as Qian Dao finished speaking, Gong Ping frantically scrolled "Kiss one", "Kiss one", "Kiss one with Boss Nan", "Kiss one", "Kiss one kiss one kiss one". There is no exception to the full screen, it is all about the barrage of the two of them kissing each other.
"Netizens have to look at Boss Nan and Zhu Zhu for a kiss!" Qian Dao was also excited and looked at Nan Yang, "Boss Nan, it's up to you to kiss or not? If you don't, Zhu Zhu will have to drink again. Five cups, you kiss the remaining one to write off the remaining one, what a bargain! Quick, kiss one! Kiss one! Kiss one!"
All the people at the table, except Xia Shan, all drummed up and started booing, shouting "kiss one" in unison. Everyone drank some wine, and lost a little bit of their usual restraint.
Zhu Qinghuan half raised his eyes and looked at Nanyang beside him.
How could this coward kiss himself
Nanyang sat upright, expressionless. The booing grew louder and louder, and she finally couldn't help frowning.
Zhu Qinghuan closed his eyes, reached for the beer bottle on the table, and whispered to Nanyang, "It's alright, don't worry about them, I'll just drink it."
When my fingertips touched the bottle, it lifted two centimeters before being pressed down by another hand that suddenly appeared.
Nanyang removed the beer bottle from Qing Huan's hand. She took a deep look at Qing Huan, turned her body slightly, and there was a faint burning heat in her eyes.
Zhu Qinghuan felt like he had a premonition, his whole body was instantly tense, and he didn't dare to move at all.
Nanyang lowered his eyelashes, propped his arms on the edge of the chair, and slowly leaned towards Qing Huan.
They were sitting next to each other, and the distance between them was no more than two palms. Nanyang only needed to tilt a small part to get close to Qing Huan's face easily. She slowly approached her, looking at Qing Huan's increasingly flustered emotions and blood-red cheeks, she stared at her lips, her slightly frowning eyes filled with suppressed forbearance.
The roaring sounds around her grew louder and louder, and all of them poured into Zhu Qinghuan's ears. She didn't hear a single word, only felt the chaos around her. The noisy voice in her heart was louder than the surrounding noise, and she could clearly feel her heart beating wildly, rampaging in her chest, so fast that she almost suffocated.
When Nanyang's lips were still twenty centimeters away from hers, they suddenly stopped. After a while, Nan Yang turned his head away, picked up a coat from the back of the chair, raised his hand gently, and put the coat gently on Qing Huan's head.
Immediately before his eyes, he was plunged into darkness.
The rapid breathing collided in the cramped and narrow cloth space, and the temperature rose rapidly.
The corner of the coat was gently lifted, and through a little light from the outside, she saw Nanyang's straight nose and delicate lips. She held her breath, closed her eyes tremblingly, and waited for the next kiss.
In the small world isolated by a coat, all her senses are infinitely expanded. She could clearly feel the woman next to her approaching little by little, and even felt Nanyang's cool breath blowing between her brows. She was breathing more and more quickly, her cheeks and ears seemed to be on fire, until her bones were scalded.
After a while.
A cold, soft touch came from the tip of the nose.
tip of the nose.
Just the tip of the nose.
She opened her eyes in a trance.
Before he had time to react, the intimate and ambiguous breaths in front of him were separated, and the jacket was gently taken off, and the eyes returned to light.
ended.
The end... it's over
Just... just kiss the tip of the nose
Nanyang covered their faces with coats, so the people around thought they had really kissed, and shouted and whistled.
Why
Why just kiss the tip of her nose
Does she not want to kiss herself
Isn't she good looking? Why can't she resist kissing herself
Is she teasing herself
Why? !
Zhu Qinghuan resisted the urge to cry, and the strong drinking force kept hitting her sanity, causing her to collapse. She looked at Nanyang with complete unwillingness, looking at the cold and expressionless face, a burst of anger welled up in her heart.
Why don't you kiss her? !
She completely forgot that she was still broadcasting live at the moment, and she also completely forgot that there were people in the entertainment circle sitting around. She stood up abruptly, bringing out the loud sound of the chairs colliding, and everyone looked at her in astonishment. However, she grabbed Nan Yang's wrist like no one else, and dragged her away from the seat involuntarily.
Nanyang didn't know why Qing Huan suddenly changed her face. She was surprised but did not resist, and let her drag herself all the way from the hotel lobby to the corridor with few people, and then from the corridor to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
There was no one in the bathroom, the slightly dim incandescent light overhead barely illuminated the cramped space, and the two mops at the door exuded a damp and musty smell.
Entering the bathroom, Qing Huan slammed the door shut. She stared at Nanyang, who was dragged a little embarrassed. Before Nanyang could react, she grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and pushed her slightly rudely against the wall of the bathroom.
Nanyang looked at Qinghuan who had suddenly become unfamiliar in front of him, but didn't push her away.
Qing Huan bit her lip, and glanced back and forth on Nan Yang's lips with almost eager eyes. She stroked Nanyang's face with her left hand, pressed her thumb carefully on her lower lip, squeezed in bit by bit, forcing Nanyang to open his mouth.
Nanyang didn't want to bite her, so he opened his teeth according to her.
Qing Huan's eyes were red, and she smiled with satisfaction. She suddenly leaned forward and kissed Nanyang's lips.
A strong smell of alcohol rushed into his mouth.
Nan Yang's eyes wrinkled. The kiss was very aggressive, almost as soon as their lips touched, Qing Huan's tongue squeezed between her teeth. The soft and hot tongue slammed back and forth in her mouth, she couldn't help snorting sullenly, and put her hands on Qinghuan's waist, letting her almost bite and kiss her.
Qing Huan was so drunk that it was the first time she kissed someone like this, and the kiss made her whole body hot. Her hands groped back and forth on Nanyang's body, pulling Nanyang's shirt, unable to control her desire to disturb them. Inexplicably, she wanted to rip the buttons that were tightly fastened every time, to see her bewildered, to see her fear, and to see layers of ripples appearing on her expressionless face.
Nanyang suddenly frowned fiercely, and snorted vaguely between his plundered lips and teeth: "It hurts..."
Her tongue was bitten.
Qing Huan unexpectedly tasted the smell of blood, and the sweet smell of rust made her head bang, and she suddenly woke up.
what is she doing
She let go of Nanyang in a panic and stepped back. When she left Nanyang's lips, there was still Nanyang's blood on the tip of her tongue.
Nanyang stood weakly against the wall, his long black hair was a little messy, and there were a few blood stains on the corners of his lips. Most of her shirt was torn open, and the top two buttons were torn off and fell under the sink. The third and fourth buttons were also unbuttoned, revealing a small portion of the white belly that undulates violently.
Nanyang looked at the absent-minded woman across from him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his forehead was full of sweat.
"presumptuous."
She said in a hoarse, somewhat soft voice.