Chapter 62: I'm not drunk!
Lu Siyin was still holding the empty bottle in her hand. She was so stunned that she forgot to throw it away.
She thought, how could someone be so good-looking? Isn't this enough to be the male protagonist of a novel?
Lu Siyin called the original author tasteless in her heart.
Zhou Zipei didn't know what she was thinking, and breathed a sigh of relief with a little fear.
I almost lost my life here...
He looked at the culprit, sneered, flicked her forehead with his finger, and said in a nonsensical tone: "You wanted to murder me."
Lu Siyin felt more wronged than Dou E, and hurriedly denied it: "Bullshit about your five-spice spicy spiral."
Zhou Zipei: "..."
"Didn't you say you could eat spicy food? Who knew that you had to cosplay as a plastic bag and be so capable of holding things."
In order to prevent her from saying anything shocking, Zhou Zipei hurriedly said: "Okay, it's indeed my problem."
Lu Siyin was about to admit it without any burden, but in the blink of an eye, she saw a cup of hot water in front of her, and then the hateful feeling of guilt came to her mind again.
She hesitated and said, "Well... Actually, it's not entirely your fault. Then I'll filter the skewers for you in clean water before eating."
Zhou Zipei raised her eyebrows. It was such a good thing.
"Okay."
Then the next scene was that Lu Siyin handed over a skewer and Zhou Zipei ate it, tacitly like an assembly line.
On the other side, in order to make amends, Chu Mian saw that Lu Jingshu had not touched the shrimp in front, and knew that she must find it too troublesome, so he peeled it silently.
Two minutes later, he handed the plate over, with obvious flattery.
Lu Jingshu lowered her head and paused with her fingertips stroking the phone, still chewing mutton in her mouth. Her beautiful eyes looked at the food that suddenly appeared in front of her, and she didn't say anything. She picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Chu Mian's smile deepened, and then he peeled one and she ate one, the scene was harmonious like a family.
Pei Chenxuan: "..."
Ning Shi: "..."
This doesn't look like a simple friendship.
If you are friends, then what kind of familiar strangers are they...
The sky gradually darkened, and the early autumn wind brought a hint of coolness. The gentle breeze caressed the body, the force was gentle and soft, just enough to make the hair stand up, but it didn't feel cold, but even cooler.
After finishing the barbecue, Zhou Zipei saw that Lu Siyin was still holding a bottle of wine, so he reached out to take it: "Why don't you throw away the empty bottle, you..."
Halfway through the words, he obviously felt the unusual weight in his hand. He looked at Lu Siyin's slightly red cheeks in surprise and said, "You drank alcohol."
Lu Siyin's almond eyes were bright, like stars in the sky, and he didn't look drunk.
"Yes."
Quite righteous...
Zhou Zipei lowered his head and smiled, then moved closer to curiously stare at her eyebrows, his voice slow and soft: "You're not drunk, are you?"
Lu Siyin spoke clearly: "Who do you look down on? Can't you see that I can still drink 800 bottles?"
Zhou Zipei leaned back: "Okay, you're awesome."
"Let's go, everyone else has left, I'll take you back."
Lu Siyin looked around in confusion, and didn't know when there were only four of them left in the barbecue restaurant.
"Hey, when did Xiao Shishi leave?"
Zhou Zipei was a little suspicious of her sobriety: "A few minutes ago, he went home."
"Oh," Lu Siyin shook his head and asked again: "What about my little brother?"
Zhou Zipei laughed: "Little brother"
"Yes, Pei Chenxuan." Lu Siyin's logic was quite clear.
Zhou Zipei understood: "I went back early."
He looked at Lu Siyin's misty eyes and asked: "Are you really drunk
?" Lu Siyin said stubbornly: "No."
"Okay, okay, I'm not drunk." Zhou Zipei said perfunctorily.
She stood up and suddenly felt dizzy. She staggered and was pulled into the man's arms.
It was a warm embrace filled with the scent of agarwood.
Lu Siyin was distracted, stretched out a finger and poked Zhou Zipei's chest, wondering: "How can stones grow so tall these days? What do they eat to grow up?"
Zhou Zipei: "..."
He held the girl's arm, almost letting her lean on him, and said helplessly: "Stand still."
Lu Siyin blinked, saw the person in front of him clearly, and waved his hand to push him away very firmly, saying: "I'm not drunk, don't help me, help me to the moving road in front of me."
Zhou Zipei: "..."
He was angry and amused: "With your alcohol tolerance, you are so drunk after drinking less than half a bottle, and you still dare to drink."
Lu Siyin staggered forward and would not let him touch him no matter what he said. The silly hair on his head stood up, and it seemed that he was sulking.
Zhou Zipei looked up at the sky and sighed, and followed him resignedly: "Where are you going?"
"Home." Lu Siyin's voice was muffled.
Zhou Zipei grabbed her with great effort, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He coaxed her in a gentle voice: "Don't be angry, I won't hurt you."
Then, without waiting for her to say anything, he quickly carried Lu Siyin on his back.
Lu Jingshu was behind them, paying attention to Lu Siyin's movements. Seeing that she was fine for the time being and finally calmed down, she followed them.
"At this time," Chu Mian looked at his watch: "Your dormitory is closed, right?"
Lu Jingshu raised her hand to check, frowned and said "hmm".
Chu Mian tried: "How about going to Xinghe Tianfu?"
That was the only way...
Twenty minutes later
Lu Siyin and the others came to Xinghe Tianfu again. Fortunately, she was not very conscious now, otherwise she would have recalled the embarrassing incident last time.
Zhou Zipei carried her upstairs, and as soon as she touched the bed, she turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
"How heartless." Zhou Zipei muttered as she looked at his back.
Having said that, he still patiently helped Lu Siyin cover the quilt, and went downstairs only after he settled her down.
Downstairs, Lu Jingshu casually nestled in the soft sofa, her long hair spread on it, and her top lifted up as she raised her hand, revealing a
section of her slender white waist. Chu Mian was sitting aside, and his eyes darkened when he glanced over.
He clenched his fist and coughed, holding his mobile phone to reply to the message.
Lin San: [Master Mian, Shen Yao, the person in charge of the 602 Institute, sent a message saying that she needs to set the meeting time with Qingzhu.]
Chu Mian: [Okay.]
Lin San: [And...]
Chu Mian: [What]
Lin San: [Qingzhu asked him to tell us not to make trouble.]
Chu Mian: "..."
He sneered, and his tone was quite big.
Over there, Lin San sent a message carefully: [Then... can we crack her location?]
Chu Mian: [Of course.]
Lin San: [Okay, Master Mian.]
Lu Jingshu was also messaging Shen Yao:
[Give me the contact information of the person who is in charge over there.]
Shen Yao: [Okay.]
Two minutes later, Shen Yao sent her a string of numbers on the internal social network.
Lu Jingshu clicked to add it directly.
Next to the sofa, Chu Mian raised his eyebrows when he saw the message pop up on the top of his phone.
There was only a simple sentence in the note: [I am Qing Zhu.]