Riding on a jeep that could go at a maximum of 30 miles per hour on the way home, Tang Shuo didn't dare to say anything or curse, and he had to remind him from time to time to be steady.

After finally arriving home, he got out of the car and prepared to leave when the person in the car spoke: "Brother, wait a minute! Can you do me a favor?"

"???" Tang Shuo looked at him in confusion. Helping in the middle of the night? "What help?"

Wei Ye is also a person who cares about face, but at this time he cannot talk about face, he has to talk about life.

"Do you have a spare room in your house? I'll stay for one night."

He was a little scared of driving alone at night, especially since he was not very skilled in driving.

"······" Tang Shuo endured a swear word and did not commit the sin of verbal abuse.

What could he do? He couldn't just drive the person back, could he?

I had no choice but to say, "Get off!"

Wei also got out of the car swiftly, not mentioning the previous little friction at this time, "Thank you, Brother Shuo."

Tang Shuo took a look at him in the moonlight and found that he was quite flexible.

After seeing Tang Shuo off, Tang Huan staggered back to the kitchen, feeling a little dizzy, but not dizzy.

The main reason was that there were too many people to share the bottle of wine, so she only drank three and a half glasses.

Xing Cui washed the dishes, Meng Zeyan helped, and Meng Qinghe went back to the house to rest. He and Tang Shuo drank the most.

Tang Huan sat on a small stool against the wall, watching them work.

I haven't said a few words to Meng Zeyan since I came back. If I can't say anything, at least I can just look at him a few times.

As I watched, I became more drunk and felt a little sleepy.

Only when she heard the sound of the kitchen door closing did she open her eyes in a daze. She had really fallen asleep!

Looking into the kitchen, only Meng Zeyan was putting things away. Comrade Xing Cui had just gone out.

The dishes have been cleared away and the things put away, so Comrade Xing Cui shouldn't be coming back, right?

The alcohol emboldened her, and she stood up, quietly walked behind him, and put her arms around his waist.

Anyway, she drank alcohol, so everything she did was drunk.

When he wore a military uniform, his waist and abdomen were particularly attractive. Tang Huan secretly looked at them many times.

Meng Zeyan kept putting things back into the cupboard, with a little drunkard sticking to his back.

After putting the things away, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, loosening it slightly, then turned around and put his arm around her again.

The two of them were facing each other, and he looked down at the person who was unable to react.

It was the back just now, but now it’s the front!

Although Tang Huan had a little idea of ​​taking advantage of the alcohol to act like a hooligan, she was still too embarrassed to face him.

Her little face was already rosy from drinking, so the blushing from shame was not obvious.

Meng Zeyan pinched her little face and asked, "Do you remember how many drinks you had?"

This time Tang Huan took it to heart. She always felt that she had more than one cup. She wanted to retract one hand to gesture, but Meng Zeyan grabbed it halfway.

With his arm pinned against his waist, Tang Huan had no choice but to answer himself: "Three and a half cups, I drank three and a half cups."

She said she had more than one cup, see!

Although she didn't say it, Meng Zeyan understood what she meant.

"Are you really not drunk?"

"No." Tang Huan shook his head and spoke. How could she act like a hooligan if she was drunk? Of course she was not drunk.

Meng Zeyan lowered his head and moved slightly closer to her, "So you hugged me because you missed me?"

"...Yeah." Isn't it just drunken hooliganism? What's wrong with that...

His fingers rubbed her lips, his eyes gradually deepening, "I missed you too."

He slowly bent down, and the distance between them got closer and closer. Tang Huan blinked and looked at his approaching face.

Is he going to kiss her?

As we got closer, our breaths seemed to intertwine.

Meng Zeyan's lips covered the back of her hand...

Covering his lips with his hands, Tang Huan explained indignantly, "My mouth doesn't smell good."