Chapter 27 Chapter 27 "If you don't believe it, just touch it!"...

Tan Du lowered his eyes and smiled for a moment, then coughed lightly: "Boss Qiao, you can leave after you finish eating."

"Do you really think I'm a beggar?" Qiao Zhuo relaxed his body and leaned against the wall. His eyes passed through the window bars and fell on his brows. The moonlight was partial to him, and a small part of it hit the left side of his forehead.

Tan Du raised his eyebrows slightly and replied quickly: "Of course not."

He looked as if he was afraid that he would leave if he was a second late.

Tsk, it seems like I fell into another pit.

Qiao Zhuoyi still held the bottle of water in his hand. After taking a few more sips, he felt that the bubbles were not right: "It seems to be wine."

"Hmm?" Tan Du squinted and took a look. "It does contain alcohol, but the concentration is very low. Boss Qiao, can't you drink it?"

"Not really." Qiao Zhuo replied.

He just gets red easily, but it's hard to tell in such a dim environment.

"That's good." Tan Du looked out the window.

"What are you looking at?"

"Those cartons..." Tan Du pointed, "I've already made an appointment with the hotel to leave them for Grandma Zheng to pick up tomorrow."

Qiao Zhuo pondered for a moment, "Is that why Grandma Zheng often brings you food?"

"Often? It seems so," Tan Du blinked, "Do good things and leave a name for yourself. You can't do business at a loss."

Qiao Zhuo looked at him and said, "Nonsense."

Tan Du smiled and said, "I'm mainly worried that she might eat the spoiled food."

Qiao Zhuoyi was silent for a while and let him hold the thread first.

He went outside to get two paper cups, filled them up, and handed one over: "Sorry."

"Hmm?" Tan Du raised an eyebrow. "Why are you apologizing so suddenly?"

That’s right, what does the drama in my mind have to do with the other person?

Qiao Zhuo took the cup back, clinked his left and right hands together, said "sorry" again, and drank it in one gulp.

Even if one is good at observing people's expressions, one cannot figure out this inexplicable series of tricks.

Tan Du laughed: "Boss Qiao, this... I really can't guess why."

"I didn't ask you to guess." Qiao Zhuo said in a muffled voice, "Just think of me as going crazy."

"How can you say that about yourself?" Tan Du shook his head.

"Do you smoke?" Qiao Zhuo rubbed his ear and asked again.

Tan Du caught a glimpse of his red fingertips and earlobes, guessing he was drunk. He followed his thoughts and answered the question obediently, "Occasionally."

"Lao Fan... Why did Lao Quan say you don't smoke?"

Qiao Zhuo sniffed. He was just being pretentious in this regard, but it wasn't unfair.

"I don't smoke when there are people around," Tan Du changed his hand and grabbed the string, "I smoke one by myself occasionally."

"Why?"

"Um?"

"Why do you come here occasionally?" Qiao Zhuo asked, "Are you addicted?"

"No." Tan Du's voice was a little deep. "When I'm stressed, I need one."

Qiao Zhuo thought about it and felt that he was still wronged. He lowered his voice, not wanting to bring up the other person's sad memories: "Was it because the fund lost money that day?"

"Hmm?" Tan Du thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "What about the day when Boss Qiao was scared by me?"

"No, scared!"

"Yes, the day when Boss Qiao wasn't scared. Yes, I'm greedy for money."

Tan Du laughed softly, his chest vibrating, and this vibration seemed to be transmitted from the window railing to Qiao Zhuoyi's arm, sending a tingling sensation straight to his heart.

The low concentration of alcohol suddenly surged in the blood at this time, and the body became very hot.

He used his palm as a fan and waved it in front of him, and the Pixiu's front paws looked fierce and aggressive.

"Why did you choose to get a Pixiu tattoo?" Tan Du asked, looking at the tattoo. "Boss Qiao isn't someone who's as frugal as I am."

"I am." Qiao Zhuo said stubbornly, then calmed down for three seconds and seemed to give up. "The Pixiu doesn't have a butt. I always feel like other animals will stretch on my hand if I tattoo them."

"Hmph..." Tan Du laughed softly, then tried to hide his mistake, "I wasn't laughing."

Qiao Zhuo didn't believe it. He heard it all, but he was still pretending!

Tan Du coughed lightly and asked, "Does the tattoo feel bumpy?"

"You—" Qiao Zhuo roared a single word, then his voice dropped like a parabola. He whispered with bubbles in his throat, "Are you doubting my skills? A good tattoo feels like normal skin."

"Really?" Tan Du raised his hand, his fingertips hovering a few centimeters above the Pixiu's claws. "There looks to be a bump here. Is the tattoo not done properly?"

despicable!

You tricked me into coming to help, got trapped in such a crappy place, and now you're questioning my own skills!

Qiao Zhuo was so angry that his head was dizzy: "Great!"

"Really?" He obviously didn't believe it.

Master Qiao completely lost his mind: "If you don't believe it, touch it!"

"Hmm? Okay—"

Tan Du's lips were curled up in the dark, he spoke slowly, and his bony fingers could not wait to fall down.

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