Chapter 135: Both Bad and Fun
Jing Zhuo: “…”
This is how much I drank.
Ye Zi smiled awkwardly, held up two fingers, and said weakly, "She didn't drink much, but she fell down after one glass."
Jing Zhuo thought of the night she was in the bar.
It seemed that she only drank a small cup. When he went to pay for her, there was only money for one cup.
He is both bad at cooking and loves to play.
In front of everyone else in the box, he took her arm, carried her on his shoulders and prepared to leave.
But Song Xi thought she was kidnapped, and she punched and kicked him madly in his arms, and it was harder to hold her than a pig during the Chinese New Year.
The man was very strong and held her body firmly. Song Xi couldn't kick him, so she opened her mouth and bit Jing Zhuo's shoulder hard.
"You bastard, let me go!"
“Call the police, call the police, call the police!”
"You're done. I'm going to let my husband punch you to pieces."
...He is not a big person, but he has very good teeth.
Jing Zhuo's shoulder felt a sting from her bite. He was so exhausted that he found an empty box in the corridor, pushed the door open, and put the person on the sofa.
Jing Zhuo held her down and patiently explained, "I am your husband. Please take a closer look."
Song Xi opened her almond-shaped eyes wide and stared at him for a long time.
But he was dizzy and his face kept shaking.
She raised her hands to hold his face and ordered seriously: "Sit still and stop shaking."
Jing Zhuo: “…”
He put his face close to hers, almost touching her nose, and held her waist with one hand to prevent her from falling.
"Look carefully, am I your husband?"
Song Xi's brain is dull, but his memory is very good.
She suddenly said, "My husband has a big wolf tail. Show me if you have one."
As she spoke, the devil's claws reached out.
"No, I can't see it. I have to feel it. I can feel it."
Jing Zhuo held down her restless hands.
"Let's go home first, and then I'll let you touch me."
"I don't want it. I want to touch it now. Either you let me touch it and inspect it, or I won't go with you."
Drunk people are very stubborn.
Song Xi opened her eyes wide, stubbornly wanting to touch her tail which she had not seen for a long time.
Jing Zhuo's eyelids twitched and he held on to his belt tightly.
Then he reached out his hand, placed it together with hers, and coaxed her patiently.
"I have a wedding ring. Look, does it match your ring?"
"And this bracelet, look, is it a pair with yours?"
Song Xi looked at the two familiar objects, and his memories gradually returned.
She grabbed the hand and put her head close to it to look at it carefully.
Then, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed the man's slender and well-defined hand.
She tilted her head back and smiled foolishly.
"Yes, you are my husband!"
"Who is your husband?" Jing Zhuo asked.
"My husband is... Zhang Hezhuo."
Jing Zhuo closed his eyes and silently recited a meditation mantra.
Forget it, don’t bother with a drunk person.
After all, the characters in the name are his.
At least he's all I think about.
He held Song Xi's wrist again, put her arm on his shoulder, faced each other, supported her legs, held her up steadily, opened the door and walked out.
"go home."
Along the way, Song Xi was staggering, pulling at his seat belt, staring at the man driving without blinking, and starting to talkative mode.
"You look so beautiful, like a star."
"Let me tell you, I love handsome guys, especially people like you."
"When we sleep in the same bed at night, I can even wake up laughing in my dreams. You may not know this, but I've secretly woken up laughing twice."
"Zhang Henian, are you listening?"
"I'm listening." The man responded to her patiently. While waiting for the red light, he opened the car refrigerator, unscrewed a bottle of honey water and handed it to her.
"Are you thirsty? Want a drink?"
Song Xi took the bottle, gulped down two gulps, and felt much better in his head.
I can recognize my husband much more clearly now.
But she kept mumbling.
"Zhang Henian, when you go back, don't make me pick my throat to induce vomiting, don't make me do push-ups, and don't make me do horse stance. I'm useless. I can't do any of that."
This is how he punished drunk Zhang Hening last time.
Song Xi was still frightened and kept it in mind for a long time.
"I can't, so I won't punish you." Jing Zhuo replied patiently.
"real?"
"real."
"Then go back and do 100 push-ups for me."
Jing Zhuo: “…”
The Tiangang is reversed.
In the last few seconds of the red light, he took the drink bottle from Song Xi's hand, screwed on the bottle cap, and put it in the refrigerator.
The car starts.
In the flickering lights, the man's face appeared bright and dark, and his voice was calm and clear in the carriage.
"Sure," he said, "as long as you're strong enough, I'll show you how to do it when I get back."
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