It’s too shocking. “Hey, drink slower, why are you so hard on yourself?” Seeing this, Qiu Xiaojun quickly took the bottle from his hand and said reproachfully.

"Give me the wine." Bol frowned, showing a fierce look, "What do you mean by following me? Do you really want to see me laugh, do you want to see me in such a mess?

"

"Don't get me wrong, I am caring about you." Qiu Xiaojun said sincerely.

"Hehehe, what? Care about me?" Bol felt very ridiculous, and there were faint traces of sad tears in his beautiful eyes, "How could you... care about me? I'm not yours."

"

He didn't believe what she said. He felt that as Mr. Mo's woman, she would care about him who had nothing to do with her, and he would be a fool to believe it.

"Haha, don't say that. Maybe I'm not yours now, but in the future, I might be yours." Qiu Xiaojun thought for a while and said with a longing smile. He secretly felt that he

His sister somewhat likes him, and he also somewhat likes his sister. He is very likely to become his future brother-in-law.

"What do you mean?" He was confused.

"Haha..." She smiled but said nothing. She felt that if some words were explained in advance, it would be meaningless. It was better to let him think about it slowly.

If she doesn't say anything, forget it.

Boll was still in a very depressed mood. When he thought of his father, his heart immediately became uncomfortable. He took another bottle of wine and drank again without stopping until his face turned red.

.

"Boll, if you drink like this, it will harm your health." Seeing him like this, Qiu Xiaojun was really worried, "Tell me what pain you are feeling. If you tell me, you will definitely feel better."

Ordered.”

After drinking five or six bottles in a row, Bol seemed a little drunk, but not very drunk. He suddenly put down the bottle and cried painfully in front of her. His handsome face was full of tears, "Uh-huh."

Wu 7e uh wu 7e Why did my mother give birth to me? Uh wu 7e uh wu 7e If I could choose, I would rather she didn’t give birth to me in the first place... uh wu 7e uh wu wu..."

"Why...why did you say that?" He cried and said these words, which made Qiu Xiaojun confused.

"Uh wu 7e uh wu 7e If your mother is a prostitute, and your father is not only a gambler, but also an alcoholic. If you lose money in gambling, you will have to pay off his gambling debts. When you are drunk, he will call you a

If you are a bitch, you will feel the same way I do, uh wu wu..." Bol cried out in pain, "Uh wu 7e Why do I have such parents? Uh wu 7e Uh wu, I

What did Bol do wrong in his last life? Uh-huh..."

It turned out that the old man who cursed him was really his father.

"Boer..." After hearing these words he cried and said, Qiu Xiaojun's heart became heavy and she didn't know how to comfort him.

"Uhwuwu7eMy mother is a prostitute. This is an indisputable fact.Uhwuwu7eUhwu7eWhen I was a child, I didn't dare to play with the children in the yard.Uhwuwu7eWhen I was ten years old, my mother died.

Under the body of a strong foreigner..." Maybe

, Bol was really drunk. Thinking of those past events, the more he talked about it, the more he cried uncomfortably, "Haha 7e ugh 7e My father is an alcoholic and a gambler. When I was young, when I was drunk, he would beat me hard.

If I'm in a bad mood, I'll be hit hard, uh-oh 7e"

Oh my god, how could he have such a miserable and painful childhood?

As he listened, Qiu Xiaojun's heart became heavier. At some point, his eyes became wet. He stood up and walked around the table, sat next to him and stretched out his hand to hug him out of nowhere, making him full of tears.

The handsome face was pressed against her chest, as if she wanted him to find some maternal love in her.

She is a female ghost, and her body is not warm at all. However, for some reason, Boar feels that his heart is warm, "Uh wu 7e uh wu 7e" crying and smelling the special scent on her body.

It smelled like a woman, and after a while, she fell asleep with sobs like a child.

He is asleep, do you want to wake him up?

Qiu Xiaojun looked at his cute and handsome face that was still stained with tears after falling asleep. He hesitated in his heart whether to wake him up, but in the end, he still didn't wake him up. He waved to the waiter and asked in a low voice: "Where are you?"

Are there any rooms where guests can sleep?”

The waiter looked at Bol sleeping in her arms and nodded with a slight smile, "Yes, but there is only one room."

….

The room was on the second floor of the bar. Qiu Xiaojun easily carried Bol, who was 1.8 meters tall, into the room under the astonished gaze of the waiter.

The room is not big and not luxuriously decorated, but it is very tidy and gives people a fresh feeling.

She put Bol on the bed, carefully took off his shoes, socks and coat, then found a washcloth to wash his face and hands, then covered him with a quilt, then gently walked to the window and pushed it open

Window, looking at the scenery outside the window.

It was already late at night, and outside the window, there was a pitch black night. Even though the scenery outside the window was unparalleledly beautiful, it could not be seen by ordinary people's naked eyes.

However, she, Qiu Xiaojun, is not an ordinary person. She is a female ghost. Even in such a dark night, she can still see the beautiful scenery blocked by the night.

She could see a lush forest outside the window. When the evening breeze came out, she could smell the smell of the forest and the fragrance of the earth.

In fact, Bol woke up from the moment she put him on the bed.

He didn't know why he was pretending to sleep, maybe he was still drunk, or maybe he was very tired and didn't want to open his eyes.

When she carefully took off his shoes, socks and coat, gently washed his face and hands and covered him with a quilt, an inexplicable warm feeling filled his heart. He had never experienced this feeling before.

.

Qiu Xiaojun walked to the window and looked at the dark scenery outside the window with his back on the bed. Then he quietly opened his beautiful, melancholy eyes and looked at her perfect back.

Suddenly I wanted to go over and hug her.

"Beep, beep, beep..." Suddenly, the mobile phone on Qiu Xiaojun's body rang.

He was afraid that she would look back at him, so he quickly closed his eyes with a guilty conscience and pretended to be asleep.

Qiu Xiaojun did look back at him sleeping on the bed, fearing to wake him up, so he quickly answered the phone, his voice was small, soft, and very pleasant, "Hello..."

"Baby, haven't you gone to bed yet?" Mo Shaoting's voice was on the other end of the phone.

"Um."

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"Aren't you asleep too?" She pouted slightly and said, "Also, if I fell asleep, I wouldn't be able to receive your call."

What she said next was very pleasing to the ear, and Mo Shaoting laughed happily twice, "Haha, did you miss me?"

"Yes." She said affirmatively, "What about you, do you miss me?"

"Do you even need to ask? I think about you every day, every moment, every minute and every second. I think about you so much that my hair turns white."

"Hehehe, you men always have a lot of sweet words."

"Baby, let's go on a date tomorrow." Mo Shaoting changed the topic to the main topic.

His voice was slightly nervous. Qiu Xiaojun could tell that he was looking forward to it, so he couldn't bear to give up. He smiled softly and said: "Haha, okay, just tell me your address. Tomorrow,

Where should we go on a date?”

"Let's go tomorrow..."

Bol was awake, and he heard what she said to the phone word for word. It seemed that because of this, the heart that felt warm because of her gradually became cold, even sour.

Yes, astringent... Qiu Xiaojun, are you talking to Mo Huakui on the phone? You two are very much in love, can no one take you away from him?

After a long time, Qiu Xiaojun ended the call and looked back at him on the bed. Seeing that he was not awake, he continued to stand by the window, holding his arms and quietly looking at the scenery outside the window.

She turned around, and Bol quietly opened his eyes again. Seeing that she was hugging her arms tightly, as if she was very cold, he could no longer pretend to sleep, so he stood up gently, picked up his coat and walked gently away.

He walked behind her, put on his coat on her, looked out the window at the dark night and said expressionlessly: "It's pitch black outside, there's nothing interesting to see."

Qiu Xiaojun seemed to be thinking about other things just now, and didn't hear his footsteps approaching her. It wasn't until he put his coat on himself that he realized that he was standing behind her, twisting around, a little surprised.

Looking at him, "Are you awake?"

"Nonsense, how can I talk to you even if I'm not awake?" Bol looked at her and asked in a deliberately bad tone.

"..." What he said made sense, and Qiu Xiaojun had nothing to say.

"Go to bed." After a moment of silence, Bol said unnaturally. In his heart, he secretly wanted to spend more time alone with her. "It's very late now. I'll take you back in the morning."

Qiu Xiaojun thought for a while and said with a smile: "You'd better go to bed, I'm not sleepy at all."

He frowned and said, "No, you go to sleep. I've already woken up and I don't want to go back to sleep."

"But I..."

"The reason why you don't go to bed is that you are afraid that I will invade you after you fall asleep?" He was a little impatient and angry, so he quickly interrupted her.

"Hahaha, of course not." Qiu Xiaojun laughed.

"If that's the case, then you can go to bed with peace of mind."

"Hey, okay, I can't argue with you, I'll just go to bed." The pushing and pushing was boring, so Qiu Xiaojun didn't argue with him.

She walked around his body and walked towards the bed, which was only 1.2 meters wide. After walking a few steps, she found that she was still wearing his coat. She smiled, turned around and walked to him, and put the coat on him.

He said with a smile: "It's far away from the busy area here. It's a bit cold at night, so put on your coat." After the voice fell, he walked to the bed, took off his shoes, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

From her small actions and gentle words, Boer can be sure that she is a considerate, considerate, and very kind woman.

Thinking that she was such a woman, he suddenly wanted to have her. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart, because he knew very well that it was impossible for them. She was Mr. Mo's woman.

I don't deserve her at all.
To be continued...