Chapter 22 Drunk "Who am I, huh?"

Shi Shang's part-time job ended at five o'clock on Saturday afternoon.

He folded his work clothes and put them back in his cubicle, then took out a canvas bag and left the cafe.

While waiting for the elevator, he turned on his phone, checked his WeChat balance, happily touched the newly received salary, and then returned to the chat window.

A message popped up.

[He: Is your part-time job over? I happen to be driving today. Where are you? I'll pick you up.]

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The message was sent 20 minutes ago while he was still working.

Shi Shang quickly opened the keyboard to reply.

[ss: It just ended (^o^)][Sprinkle flowers][Sprinkle flowers]

[ss: No need to bother, senior. I'll be at the subway station soon. It'll be there in no time.]

As he stepped out of the elevator, Lu Tinghe sent another message.

[Crane: Okay. I'm on my way, maybe we'll run into each other.]

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How could such a coincidence happen? Senior, you really know how to joke.

Shi Shang could almost imagine the curve in Lu Tinghe's eyes when he said this.

The corners of his mouth curled up, he put his phone back in his pocket, and ran towards the subway station a few blocks away.

The subway station is some distance away from this shopping mall, and there are several traffic lights along the way.

It happened to be a red light, and Shi Shang stopped at an intersection. The motorcycles that came one after another ignored the red light and sped across the zebra crossing. Shi Shang was forced to retreat again and again and had to move to the side.

He puffed up his cheeks angrily and, along with the others, condemned the biker gang with his eyes.

He was riding so fast and running a red light. I can’t wait to see the devil!

He angrily looked away, and before he could see how many seconds were left on the red light, a black car suddenly stopped in front of him.

The car body has smooth lines and a high chassis. The driver's window slowly drops down, revealing Lu Tinghe's smiling face.

"Shang Shang, what a coincidence, we really met."

The beautifully shaped thin lips curled up into an arc, and the young man's magnetic voice was carried into Shi Shang's ears by the breeze.

After not seeing each other for several days, Lu Tinghe still exuded that pleasant scent of lily of the valley. It seemed as if it had recognized its owner. As soon as it appeared, it rushed into Shi Shang's arms, constantly invading his nose and chest.

Shi Shang opened her mouth wide, looking surprised: "Senior, why are you here?"

A slight smile appeared on Lu Tinghe's lips, and he gestured to Shi Shang: "Get in first, you can't park here."

"Okay." Shi Shang opened the passenger door, hunched over and sat in obediently.

He turned around and pulled out the seat belt, then, unskillfully, he secretly exerted force and pulled the snap button in front of him and fastened it.

The car drove smoothly on the road. Shi Shang couldn't recognize the wing logo on the front of the car, but she felt that the car was comfortable everywhere.

The space is large, the view is wide, and the seat under the buttocks is soft and comfortable.

The familiar scent of lily of the valley filled the airtight car, and Shi Shang happily enjoyed a buffet.

I was fed quickly and leaned lazily against the backrest, admiring the scenery passing by outside the window.

The little succubus, who had never seen the world, looked around and found everything new.

There was a red light ahead. Lu Tinghe stopped the car, took out a small box from under the center console and handed it to Shi Shang.

Lu Tinghe chuckled: "We still have half an hour's drive, let's eat something to fill our stomachs first."

"Is it for me?" Shi Shang was a little surprised, then hesitated, "Will it dirty your car?"

"It's okay."

Shi Shang was deeply touched. His friend was so nice that he not only served as his food but was also willing to bring him other snacks.

He carefully opened the box, picked out an egg tart from it, and slowly put it into his mouth.

The light cream with green grape and jasmine flavor melted in her mouth, and Shi Shang's eyes suddenly lit up. She expressed her sincere gratitude: "It's delicious. Thank you, senior."

He remembered something and asked curiously, "I work part-time at the coffee shop at Deyue International. Why is Senior Lu here?"

Lu Tinghe's eyes curved, a soft smile in them: "Because the desserts in this shop are delicious, I wanted to buy some for you, so I came here."

The green shadow swayed outside the car window, and Shi Shang was dazed for a moment.

The red light turned green and the Bentley was back on the road.

I want to buy it for you, so I came here...

Every word the young man said seemed to leave a mark on Shi Shang's heart.

His heart was beating wildly. He tucked the loose hair behind his ears, lowered his head, and ate the egg tart in small bites.

Her face, however, was flushed with pink, which spread all the way to the back of her ears and was particularly noticeable against her fair skin.

Lu Tinghe is such a good friend. It is easier for the succubus to like him than breathing.

Shi Shang secretly decided in his heart that he would pray hard so that Lu Tinghe could go to heaven and enjoy happiness after his death!

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When we arrived at the dinner venue, Jiang Yao and Wen Cong were already there.

They went to a famous chain hotpot restaurant, known for its authentic Sichuan style.

After a few people ordered their dishes, the hot pot was lit and steaming white mist rose up.

It was the first time that Shi Shang had eaten a dish that required her to cook the meat herself. She tentatively picked up the ingredients and put them into the steaming pot.

As soon as the hot and spicy food entered her mouth, Shi Shang's taste buds were immediately conquered by it. She hummed softly because of the spiciness, but still kept her eyes on the ingredients in the pot.

His little face was flushed red by the steam, a layer of light sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and his pink, wet little tongue popped out from time to time.

Hiss—so spicy and fragrant, but also so delicious.

What a magical invention hot pot is! How come he only discovered it today?

He was not satisfied with his meal and was about to start eating the sizzling beef when a cup of cold tea was suddenly placed in front of him.

Shi Shang looked up in a daze, her dark pupils were misty, and her mouth was slightly red and swollen from the spiciness.

Lu Tinghe narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly and said slowly, "Have some cold tea."

Jiang Yao also laughed and said, "Shi Shang, don't underestimate the base of this pot. Several of my friends who can eat spicy food ended up lying down."

"Okay." Although she felt she could bear it, Shi Shang still drank the water obediently.

Wen Cong stared at him and said to the waiter next to him: "Please bring us a glass of milk, thank you."

"Another bottle of cold beer," Jiang Yao announced loudly. "I finally escaped from the devil's den. I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight."

As expected, the food became spicier and spicier, and Shi Shang hissed and stuck out her tongue because of the spiciness.

He picked up the glass and gulped down the milk. The cool, sweet milk flowed down his throat, finally diluting the burning sensation.

He stuck out his tongue again and licked off the milk stains around his mouth bit by bit.

Lu Tinghe's eyes darkened and he looked away as if nothing had happened.

As they ate and chatted, Jiang Yao complained to the three of them.

The glass was filled with brown wine, and by the end of the drink, his eyes were unclear and his speech was incoherent.

But he still remembered to treat everyone to the bill, so he staggered to the cashier and took out his mobile phone with great effort to pay. After that, he was completely exhausted and fell asleep leaning on Wen Cong's shoulder.

Wen Cong was disgusted but helpless. He and Jiang Yao were high school classmates and their homes were in the same area. It was not easy to leave such a drunkard to them alone.

After finally stuffing him into the taxi with great effort, Wen Cong turned around and said to Lu Tinghe, "Brother He, I'll take him back first. Please, Brother He, take Shi Shang back."

Lu Tinghe nodded: "Okay, be careful on the road."

"You too." Wen Cong opened the car door and got in. The taxi quickly drove towards the main road.

Lu Tinghe walked back to Shi Shang and glanced at the time. "It's eight o'clock in the evening. Are you going home?"

Unexpectedly, Shi Shang acted as if she didn't hear anything. She just stood there sullenly, not saying a word or responding.

"What's wrong, Shang Shang?" Lu Tinghe looked at his face carefully.

Hearing the voice, Shi Shang raised her head somewhat slowly.

Under the bright street lights, the boy's eyes, which had been clear just now, were filled with moisture, his vision was blurred, and his cheeks were flushed an abnormal red.

The red and swollen lips opened a tiny gap, breathing out hot breath.

Lu Tinghe was slightly stunned. He remembered that Shi Shang had no lactose-related allergens. Realizing something, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Can you get drunk by drinking milk?"

He took a step towards Shi Shang, lowered his thick eyelashes, and asked softly, "Can you see who I am?"

"You are, you are..." Shi Shang spoke haltingly with her tongue sticking out.

He squinted his eyes and tried to identify the person in front of him. The person was shrouded in the light of the street lamp, and his figure was hazy, as if he had several clones at the same time.

Shi Shang's shoulders shook twice, and her eyes were glued to the person opposite her, darting back and forth. But it was like looking at the moon in the water, or peeping at flowers in the mirror, separated by a layer of hazy mist, and she couldn't see clearly.

He frowned angrily and stared at his chest. The clothes were such an eyesore...

Not getting the expected answer, Lu Tinghe reached out, grasped Shi Shang's chin, gently lifted it up, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Look at it this way, it's clearer."

She pinched the tender flesh of his cheek with two fingers, and with a little force, the fingertips sank in. She gently rubbed the skin with her fingertips, and the skin under her hands was incredibly soft and smooth.

The two pink and tender lips were pinched and pouted, making the already red and swollen lips even more eye-catching.

Lu Tinghe curled his lips in pleasure, his eyes flashing with an ambiguous light, and asked again: "Who am I, huh?"

Her chin was gently clamped, forcing Shi Shang's gaze upwards.

When his eyes swept across the cold white neck, his pupils suddenly constricted, his speech became slurred, and he spoke word by word with difficulty.

"I know, you are... you, you are 'L'."

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