I, Qing Huan

Nanyang is not a lucky person. This has always been the case for three thousand years.

She brought coins in the first dumpling she ate. She herself didn't expect to be so fast, when she bit down, her gums almost bleeded out.

Tomorrow night Cheng saw Nan Yang's frowning expression. Knowing that she had eaten it, she yelled at Qiandao, "Boss Nan has eaten it! Hurry up, fine and fine!"

Tomorrow night Cheng knows that Nanyang's alcohol intake is not good, and that when she is drunk, her whole person will become very cute. It is a pity that Nanyang is very self-disciplined and will not let himself get drunk in front of outsiders. This time she was able to take a chance to watch Nanyang get drunk. She was too excited to think about it. How could she let go of any reason for Nanyang to drink.

Qian Dao really showed face and began to interact with the live broadcast room: "Wow, I didn't expect the first coin to be eaten so soon! Congratulations to our Nan boss, for the first good luck in the new year! Come and open a bottle of Corona Give it to Boss Nan!"

Tomorrow night Cheng opened a bottle of Corona by himself, and poured the glass in front of Nanyang with a smile.

Nan Yang looked at Ming Wancheng with a little killing intent in his eyes.

A slender white hand stretched 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 was stained with the thin fingertips.

Zhu Qinghuan smiled softly towards the south, the water wavy under her eyes, holding the rim of the cup, sipped the beer inside.

Tomorrow night Cheng said disappointedly, "Huh?" He sat back angrily. It seems that today it is hopeless to see the ancestor drunk and lose his temper. If Master Qinghuan helped her drink the first cup, then the ancestor would not be asked to drink it later.

Nan Yang watched Qing Huan drinking for a while, his eyes getting hotter and hotter. She retracted her gaze and dared not to look again, so she took the chopsticks to eat dumplings.

The second one, with a creak, was almost bleeding.

"What kind of luck is this? I ate two coins in a row! Hurry up, pour it on Boss Nan's wife!" Qian Dao shouted excitedly.

Before Zhu Qinghuan finished drinking one cup, 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 doesn't even dare to pick dumplings now.

Everyone at the table discovered the peculiar physique that she was able to hit twice, and they all booed to let her continue to eat. Nan Yang didn't speak, his face was not very good, Qing Huan finished the second cup, shook her head and said, "It's okay, you can eat it, this alcohol is not high."

"Really it's okay?" Nan Yang asked seriously.

"It's okay, don't worry about eating." Zhu Qinghuan replied softly.

Nanyang nodded, picked up the chopsticks, and put the dumplings on the big plate into his bowl. Zhu Qinghuan saw that her right hand was unsuccessful, and she helped her with dumplings, which filled a bowl.

Nanyang ate them one by one, frowning after a while and throwing out a coin. Before eating half a bowl of dumplings, Qing Huan had six coins.

Tomorrow night Cheng couldn't help feeling: "How many dumplings with coins did you make?"

Qian Dao chuckled: "I just saw that they basically pack a coin for every two of them. After all, Director Li has prepared a large basket of coins, and everyone packs it easily, hahaha. It’s not just the boss Nan who eats a lot. Don’t you think everyone can eat it? Everyone drank it, but Boss Nan didn’t drink a cup, so Zhu Zhu helped her to top it, which is too inconsiderate." He turned his face to Nanyang, "Boss Nan. , You should have a drink, you see, if you drink Zhuzhu, your neck is red!"

Zhu Qinghuan did drink a little too much. Although Corona's degree is not high, drinking so much in a short time is still very good. There was mist in her eyes, and her cheeks and ears were all red. She told Nan Yang that it was okay to eat with confidence, and Nan Yang really took it with ease and ate her piles of coins. 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 care about eating a dumpling, so she just drank for the woman next to her.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at the five unfinished coins on hand, and felt his eyes trance.

Nan Yang finally noticed that something was wrong with Qing Huan, and immediately put down his chopsticks, frowned slightly between his eyebrows, wanted to reach out to touch Qing Huan’s shoulder, but didn’t dare, just hanging there: "Are you okay? Why blush? such?"

Zhu Qinghuan turned her head to look at Nanyang. After drinking, her eyes were blurred and the ends of her eyes were red, and her enchanting facial features were even more charming, like a fox demon ready to seduce gods.

Those charming eyes, with greed that they never had before, flowed back and forth on Nan Yang's face and body. Jiu Jin came up, her consciousness began to be a little fuzzy, she only knew she was staring at Nan Yang, looking at Nan Yang's cold and quaint face, and looking at Nan Yang's long, cold white neck. She frowned, staring at the white shirt on Nanyang's shoulder.

She really wants to hug her.

She really 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 that she held herself to bed in the car for an hour, maybe she saw the photo of her walking outside holding herself in her arms when she left, or... she was secretly watching her sitting in the trash can. He ate twenty-five pieces of chocolate without saying a word. Mei Zhongli is right. Nanyang is a very good person, beautiful, kind, considerate and loyal. Underneath her cool appearance is a cute childishness that only she can see. She is obviously a lady who is used to being served. , But still awkwardly caring about all his details. 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 a step further with Nanyang, but she doesn't know how to do it. She has never been in a relationship or chased a woman, and she doesn't know how to show her kindness to Nanyang. She stuffed her with chocolate, cooked her hot pot, washed her clothes, and even allowed her to sleep on the same bed with herself. But Nanyang was always so disciplined, never crossing the boundary, and even her hand would not take the initiative to pull.

Sometimes she thinks Nanyang is dull and cute. Sometimes I think this kind of dullness is a bit hateful.

For example, now that she is so drunk, she won't come to help herself.

It's horrible.

Tomorrow night Cheng looked at Qing Huan, who had lost her expression management at this time, with a worried look on the opposite side, and hurriedly said to Nan Yang, "Don't call my master to drink, she is already drunk."

Qian Dao patted the table: "Eh, no, no, you have to drink it when you eat it. Everyone drank it. Why do you give them an exception?"

Xia Shan looked at Zhu Qinghuan who was drinking so much, she was so distressed that she cut in to help her round the scene: "I didn't say before that if you don't drink, you can make a big risk penalty to offset it?"

Qian Dao immediately took the topic and shouted on the live mobile phone: "Come on, it's time for fan welfare! Zhu Zhu can't drink anymore and has to accept the big adventure punishment. Fans want to see what punishment she does? Get up! I'll count three and two, take a screenshot after the countdown, and take the first one intercepted. Swipe it up!"

In fact, you can choose to punish without taking screenshots. As soon as Qian Dao finished speaking, the public screen went crazy and scrolled "Kiss", "Kiss", "Kiss with Nan Boss", "Kiss", "Kiss one by one" and "Kiss one by one". There is no exception for the full screen, it all depends on the barrage of the two of them.

"Netizens have to see Boss Nan and Zhu Zhu kiss!" Qian Dao was also excited and looked at Nan Yang, "Boss Nan, do you see if you kiss or not? If you don't kiss, Zhu Zhu has to drink again. Five cups, you kiss and write off what you have not drunk, what a bargain! Quick, kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

All the people at the table, except for Xia Shan, clapped their hands and started to roar, shouting "Kiss" together. Everyone drank some wine, and the usual restraint was somewhat reduced. The wine was strong, and everyone blushed and became excited.

Zhu Qinghuan raised his eyes halfway and looked at Nan Yang by his side vainly.

How could this coward kiss himself.

Nanyang sat upright, expressionless. The yelling became louder and louder, and she finally couldn't help but frowned.

Zhu Qinghuan closed his eyes, reached for the beer bottle on the table, whispered to Nanyang, "It's okay, don't worry about them, I'll just drink it."

When I touched the bottle with my fingertips, he lifted it up two centimeters before being pressed by another hand that appeared suddenly.

Nan Yang removed the beer bottle from Qing Huan's hand. She took a deep look at Qing Huan, turned her body slightly, a faint scorching heat in her eyes.

Zhu Qinghuan seemed to have a premonition, his whole body instantly tightened, and he dared not move.

Nanyang lowered his eyelashes, put his arms on the edge of the chair, and slowly leaned over to Qing Huan.

They were sitting next to each other, and the distance between them was no more than two palms. Nanyang only needed to lean a small part to get close to Qing Huan's face. She slowly moved closer to her, watching the increasingly flustered emotions in Qing Huan's eyes and the blood-bleeding cheeks, she stared at her lips, her slightly frowned brows and eyes were extremely suppressed and forbearing.

The noise around her became louder and louder, and a brain poured into Zhu Qinghuan's ears. She didn't hear a word clearly, only feeling the noise around her. And the noisy sound in her heart was louder than the noise around her, and she could clearly feel her heart beating frantically, rampaging in her chest, almost suffocating her.

When Nan Yang's lips were still twenty centimeters away from her lips, they suddenly stopped. After a while, Nanyang turned his head away, picked up a coat from the back of the chair, gently raised his hand, and gently covered the coat on Qing Huan's head.

It plunged into darkness instantly.

The rapid breathing collided in the cramped narrow cloth space, and the temperature rose rapidly.

A corner of her coat was gently lifted, and through a little light coming in from the outside, she saw Nanyang's straight nose and delicate lips. She held her breath, closed her eyes trembling, and waited for the next kiss.

In the small world cut off 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 nose blowing between her brows. She breathed more and more urgently, her cheeks and ears seemed to catch on fire, until she burned her bones.

After a while.

There was a cold and soft touch from the tip of the nose.

tip of the nose.

Just the tip of the nose.

She opened her eyes in a daze.

Before he had time to react, the intimate and ambiguous breath separated, and the coat was gently taken off, and the light in front of him was restored.

ended.

Knot... over?

Just... just kiss the tip of the nose?

Nan Yang covered their faces with their coats, so everyone around them thought they had really kissed, and they shouted and whistled. Even Cheng Cheng was cheated by tomorrow night, blushing and clapping vigorously.

why?

Why did you just kiss the tip of her nose?

Is she not willing to kiss herself?

Is she not good-looking? Why would she hold back not kissing herself?

Is she teasing herself?

why? !

Zhu Qinghuan tried to endure the crying sex, her strong alcoholism constantly impacted her reason, and she was crushed. She looked at Nan Yang with complete reluctance, and at the cold and expressionless face, a burst of anger surged to her heart.

Why not kiss her? !

She completely forgot that she was still broadcasting at the moment, and she completely forgot that she was surrounded by people in the entertainment industry. She stood up abruptly, bringing out the loud sound of chair collisions, and everyone looked at her in astonishment. However, she grabbed Nan Yang's wrist unintentionally, and dragged her away from the table without any explanation.

Nanyang didn't know why Qing Huan suddenly changed her face. She was surprised and did not resist, letting her drag herself all the way from the hotel lobby to the less crowded corridor, and from the corridor to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

There was no one in the bathroom, and the slightly dim incandescent light barely illuminated the cramped space, and the two mops at the door exuded a damp and moldy smell.

After entering the bathroom, Qing Huan slammed the door shut. She stared at Nan Yang who was dragged a little embarrassed, and before Nan Yang hadn't reacted, she slammed her shoulders with her hands, and pushed her slightly against the bathroom wall.

Nanyang looked at the suddenly stranger Qinghuan with a blank look, but still didn't push her away.

Qing Huan bit her lip and scanned Nanyang's lips with almost eager eyes. She stroked Nanyang's face with her left hand, carefully pressed her thumb on her lower lip, and squeezed in little by little, forcing Nanyang to open her mouth.

Nan Yang didn't want to bite her, and opened his teeth against her.

Qing Huan had red eyes and smiled in satisfaction. She suddenly leaned forward and kissed Nan Yang's lips.

A strong alcohol rushed into the mouth.

Nan Yang's eyes wrinkled. This kiss was very aggressive, almost at the same time as their lips touched, Qing Huan's tongue squeezed into her teeth. The soft and hot tongue collided back and forth in her mouth, and she couldn't help but snorted sullenly, and she held Qing Huan's waist with her hands, allowing her to lick and kiss herself almost nibbling.

Qing Huan was so drunk that she kissed a person like this for the first time, and her whole body was hot. Her hands fumbled back and forth on Nanyang's body, pulling Nanyang's shirt, unable to control her desire to disturb them. Inexplicably, she wanted to pull away the buttons that had to be tightly fastened every time, to see her bewildered, to see her fear, to see the ripples on her expressionless face.

Nan Yang frowned suddenly, and groaned vaguely between the 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 mind suddenly sober.

What is she doing?

She let go of Nanyang in a panic and backed away. When she left Nanyang's lips, her tongue still carried Nanyang's blood.

Nanyang stood weak against the wall, her long black hair being rubbed a little mess, and there were blood stains on the corners of her lips. Most of her shirt was torn open, and the top two buttons were directly torn off and fell under the sink. The third button and the fourth button were also untied, revealing a small white belly with violent fluctuations inside.

Nan Yang looked at the absent-minded woman on the opposite side, narrowed his eyes slightly, his forehead was full of sweat.

"presumptuous."

She groaned with a husky voice that was soft and charming.