Duan Zhuo left with Zhimian, leaving behind a circle of confused people.

Manager Wang: "Duan, is Duan Zhuo drunk?! He went to hug Teacher Zhi?!"

Several boys were so shocked that they wanted to run over and stop them. Who knew that they were stopped by Zhuge Yu and Sima Cheng first. Zhuge Yu smiled and shook his head: "God, why haven't you seen that these two people know each other yet?"

know?

Everyone was stunned.

"I'm coaxing the little girl to get back together, what are you doing?"

"complex?!"

Manager Wang reacted half a beat slow and said, "You said Duan Zhuo had a girlfriend before, who was Teacher Zhi?"

"yes."

"Teacher Zhi was in love with Duan Zhuo before?" The boys were stunned, "We didn't even know!"

What a shocking coincidence!

Sima Cheng patted their shoulders, "You guys don't know how to observe words and expressions at all. Even fools can notice that these two people have a different relationship..."

"My God..."

On the other side, Zhimian was carried by Duan Zhuo. Even though he was a little drunk, he was so scared that he woke up instantly.

She thought of so many people watching the club and struggled desperately, "Duan Zhuo, let me down!"

He kept his steps under his feet, holding her, and his tone was particularly relaxed, "If you don't worry about falling, just be honest."

Zhimian's face turned red with anger. He hammered his back hard, gritting his teeth: "Duan Zhuo, are you sick?"

He chuckled, "Who said what did you do?"

“…”

Zhimian scolded him in his heart for being shameless.

It's over. Many people must have seen it just now. It's so embarrassing...

Zhimian was about to cry without tears, and softened his tone and tried to beg him: "Put it down, I can leave myself..."

“It’ll be here soon.”

A few seconds later, he walked to Bentley on the side of the road, where Cheng Li was already waiting.

When Cheng Li saw this scene, he was stunned and hurried to the back seat and opened the door.

Duan Zhuo put Zhimian down, protected her head, and stuffed her in.

Zhimian was forced to get into the car. When he saw Duan Zhuo coming up, he glared at him: "You are kidnapping!"

Duan Zhuo turned his eyes to her, his tongue touched his upper palate, and smiled: "What, where am I going to sell you?"

"If you want to talk about trafficking, I took you home nine years ago. Is this considered trafficking?"

Zhimian: "..."

Her breathing was so angry that she was obviously fluctuating. Some words couldn't help but emerge, "Why do you want to send me home if you want to take me home? You are always so free and you have to decide everything. I can only listen to you..."

This was a bit like acting cute when he heard this. Duan Zhuo looked at her for a few seconds and sighed: "Do whatever you want? I've been dumped by you and still do whatever you want?"

She muttered: "Look at you being so arrogant, who will throw who?"

He leaned close to her, and his tone was helpless and doting, "You dumped me, okay?"

Zhimian was then rubbed by him, "You are a girl who took a taxi back so late. What if something happens on the way? I'll just send you back."

Zhimian didn't say anything.

"Go back to school or to the apartment?" Seeing that she still didn't say anything, he raised his eyebrows, "Why would you go back to Xingjiaozhou with me?"

She glared at him, and finally she was so tired that she stopped struggling: "Go back to the apartment."

Cheng Li got the answer, started the car, put down the baffle, and made private space for the two men in the back seat.

Zhimian leaned on the back of the chair, Duan Zhuo's eyes fell on her red face, and she couldn't help but scold: "I forgot about the last time I vomited so quickly? Are you planning to be an alcoholic when you drink every few days?"

Zhimian gave him a blank look, "I haven't drunk too much today."

She also knows how to control her alcohol tolerance.

He snorted and lowered half of the car window.

Zhimian closed his eyes and felt a little dizzy in his head. Unexpectedly, a cool breeze blew in, making people feel much more comfortable.

The drunkenness is overwhelming.

Make people feel erratic.

She fell asleep inadvertently, and her head tilted to the side without realizing it. Duan Zhuo turned his head and saw it. After a few seconds, he raised his hand to gently protect him.

The tiny fluff on the girl's cheek was lit by the flashing street lights, glowing with a layer of golden light.

Black hair, cherry lips, watery as pure jade, beautiful and flawless.

The man's silent eyes fell on her.

Memories can't help flashing back.

That night seven years ago, when he took her home for the first time, she sat in the back seat of his motorcycle and hugged him carefully. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that she looked like this, as if she had first met, and was still yesterday.

...

Bentley drove into Binyang Garden and finally stopped downstairs of the apartment where Zhimian lived.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhimian woke up in a daze. Seeing that the familiar scenery outside the window was already there, he turned to look at Duan Zhuo, and he was looking down at his phone quietly.

"When did it arrive?" she rubbed her eyes.

His eyes turned to her, "It's been a long time."?

"Then why don't you call me?"

He smiled, "Didn't you think you're sleeping soundly?"

"..." Zhimian finally calmed down and said indifferently: "Thank you, then I'll go upstairs."

Zhimian pushed open the car door and got out of the car, and saw Duan Zhuo also got out of the car.

"Send you up."

He put his hands in his pocket and walked towards the apartment building. Zhimian was stunned for two seconds and followed. The man pressed the elevator and had already entered.

Zhimian had no choice but to go in: "What do you want to do?"

Duan Zhuo was silent and had no response. He took out the cigarette box from his pocket, shook out a cigarette, and lit it slowly.

As the scarlet red light faded, white mist rose.

Zhimian couldn't help but turn to look at him. The man held his eyelashes and vomited a mouthful of white smoke. His eyes were pitch black, like ink, and he looked over and felt deep in his mind.

What does this person mean?

"bite--"

The elevator door is open.

Zhimian goes out.

Duan Zhuo followed her, and she arrived at the door of her house, unlocked the door with her fingerprint, turned to look at him, and sighed: "Is it okay to send it to this?"

Duan Zhuo raised his eyelids to look at her, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"Like gentle?"

Zhimian was stunned for a moment, and realized that this was what she said at the dinner party, and admitted without fear: "Yes."

He pulled the corner of his mouth, "What else do you like?"

Zhimian crooked his head and said word by word: "Gentle, elegant, elegant, humble and polite, and will not touch you. Anyway, it's not like you."

After she finished speaking, the man pressed her body against the door, which was closed with a slam.

The strong masculinity is pressing forward.

"Duan Zhuo!"

Her eyes glared slightly.

"It's not like me? Then you still like me for so long?" Duan Zhuo was upset by her words.

"That was before. I now think such a boy is better. I'm tired of talking about it, can't I change my taste?"

"You can try another one?"

This person threatens her?

"I found a new one, and I promise to bring it to you first and let you see it."

He smiled, "Okay, look at me not breaking his legs."

"……"childish!
To be continued...