After she finished speaking, the man picked her up forcibly, put her around her waist, and leaned down to kiss her.

He licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, slowly loosened, and the cool breath that fell on her cheeks was slightly deeper: "Do you know if it's true or false now?"

She lowered her eyes, "Fake..."

"He is still busy and won't be here."

Seeing that she was still dizzy, he held her chilling hand and said, "I'm done, I'm leaving, I'll take you back."

"No...I haven't finished my wine yet."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched her soft face, and said in a deep voice: "Zhimian, I haven't calculated the account of you running out to drink alone with you."

He picked up the wine bottle from the chair with one hand, threw it into the trash can not far away, and then turned back and held her.

Zhimian was pulled away by him, his body was shaking, and he was about to fall to the ground without hesitation. Finally, he stopped, squatted down with his back to her, "Come on."

She frowned and said in a coquettish manner: "Can you carry me?"

"What should I do if you fell my back and broke my foot?"

He turned his head and smiled, "Why do I carry you?"

She seemed to think seriously, "Well, I will fall even worse later."

“…”

Zhimian lay down with his fate and was picked up by him.

With the pace, street lights extend forward one after another.

When he walked to the park gate, Duan Zhuo asked, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"have eaten."

“What did you eat?”

“Two bottles of beer.”

“…”

Duan Zhuo: "Take you to have a meal."

Zhimian didn't drink much, so he leaned on his shoulder and slowly woke up. He felt the man's warm body temperature. The accumulated emotions surged up again overnight.

She slid around his neck, and her voice was soft: "I don't want to eat, I want to see the fireworks."

He clearly agreed to take her to see the fireworks.

Duan Zhuo didn't know if he heard it, but he didn't respond anyway. He walked to the side of the car, opened the door, and stuffed her in-

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, Duan Zhuo drove the car to a place and stopped.

After parking the car, Zhimian opened his hazy eyes and heard the man get out of the car, and then the door on her side was opened.

She got out of the car and looked at the magnificent building in front of her-

Tangyue International Hotel.

Zhimian's heart sank.

He wants to bring her to check in the room.

Sure enough, all he thought about was those things.

No matter whether she was happy or not today, he didn't care at all. He just wanted to do what he was interested in.

"Let's go." He said lazyly.

She lowered her eyes, stood still without moving, suppressing the choking in her throat, "I don't want to go."

He turned his eyes to glance at her, "What are you doing?"

"I want to go back to school..."

Duan Zhuo frowned slightly, "Go back to school."

He grabbed her hand, pulled her into the hotel gate, and then entered the elevator.

Zhimian's heart gradually became colder, and she felt the malt bubbles in her stomach rising and boiling, making her eyes sore.

She lowered her head, too lazy to struggle.

Duan Zhuo didn't say anything, but his mood looked as leisurely as before.

The numbers on the elevator screen slowly rise.

After stopping, Duan Zhuo pulled her out of the elevator door, walked up a step, and finally pushed open the door.

Zhimian saw an endless night sky.

It's like standing at the highest point of Lincheng.

Suddenly a bang sounded in my ears.

Not far away, a colorful firework exploded in the sky of the Financial Plaza, and a slender light exploded from the middle to the surroundings.

Twelve o'clock just arrived.

Fireworks exploded one after another, shining the dark night, splendid and dazzling.

Zhimian was stunned for a moment, and the hair was rubbed down. The man's voice was lazy:
Chapter completed!