surrender to her

Chapter 37
The smell on the young man was very unique, it smelled like dried orange slices, it used to be clean and clear, but today it seemed to be mixed with something else.

The familiar spicy smell was different from the bitter citrus smell on his body, it was obviously stained on his clothes, and he couldn't smell it unless he was so close. Meng Cheng sniffed it, and finally remembered how she felt about this smell Where does the familiarity and sharpness of taste come from.

"He Liangchi, you smell like hot pepper mutton!"

He Liangchi: "..."

Meng Cheng lifted his head from his embrace, eyes slightly bent, looked at him brightly, licked his lower lip, swallowed, "It smells so good."

The painting style suddenly became a little strange.

It seemed that it wasn't that he smelled of hot pepper lamb, but that he was a plate of hot pepper lamb, which made her salivate.

But such a strange style of painting didn't last for a few seconds, because she remembered to ask: "By the way, did you eat at that restaurant? First time? I often go to that restaurant."

"No, I work part-time there."

Meng Cheng was surprised: "Huh? Why haven't I seen you?!"

He Liangchi pursed his lips lightly, clasped his knuckles, and asked to change the subject: "Do you want to go down?"

Meng Cheng was led away by him, shook his head like a rattle, and plunged his face back into his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "No, I didn't eat hot pepper mutton today, I want to smell it for a while."

He Liangchi: "..."

Perhaps he knew that she was drunk tonight, and her mind might be a little unconscious, so he let go of his indifference for the time being. Looking at the gentle girl in his arms, his hidden love poured out, The focused eyes are a little more tender.

After a short while, the boy suddenly lowered his head, closed his eyes reverently, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and then, his lips touched the top of her black hair very lightly and carefully.

The top of her head was lightly pressed down, and it was still a little itchy. Meng Cheng thought it was his chin rubbing against it, but she didn't think it was quite like it. She raised her neck and met the boy's downcast gaze.

He Liangchi raised his hand, smoothed her long hair that was blown a little messy by the wind, tied it behind her ears, and his voice became hoarse for some reason: "Meng Cheng, don't drink so much next time. "

He brushed her ear with his fingertips, bringing up a slight blush, and Meng Cheng told him: "I'm very naughty."

"But Ah Chi..." This was the first time she called out her favorite address, "I'll listen to what you say."

"You have to listen to me." Meng Cheng sat up straighter, his brows slightly twitched, and his expression became serious, "Don't smoke, let alone hurt yourself foolishly."

He is very skilled at smoking, and he should have been smoking for a long time.

Smoking this thing is not good, Meng Cheng will, but she basically doesn't touch it.

Hu Penggouyou usually don't refute face, and deal with it twice in her hand, unless she will light one when she is in a very bad mood, but she doesn't smoke it very much. She likes to watch the waves of white mist gather again. Dissipate, as if taking away those negative emotions and troubles.

That's how she smokes.

Regarding Meng Cheng's serious remonstrance, He Liangchi just looked at her without expressing his opinion.

"Or when you want to smoke, there are other ways to replace it." She took out a hard candy from her pocket, peeled off the wrapper and held it to his mouth, "Hey, it's orange-flavored, very sweet."

Meng Cheng raised his hand patiently for a long time, but finally when He Liangchi's lips parted slightly, the candy was taken back in the next second.

Immediately, he looked at the candy that had touched his lips and was sucked into her mouth by her.

There was a smile in the corner of Meng Cheng's eyes, clearly intentional, but his expression and tone were pure and innocent, "I suddenly want to eat candy too."

He Liangchi's eyes locked on her lips, and he squeezed his fingers tightly. It felt like a feather fluttered across the tip of his heart. It didn't leave at the touch of a touch, but swept back and forth endlessly, making his heart itchy and his throat thirsty.

At this moment, the cell phone in Meng Cheng's pocket rang suddenly.

She acted as if she hadn't heard it, and hugged him drunk again. She didn't care about the phone, she didn't even look at who it was, and let the ringing keep ringing.

After all, it was already very late, she was a girl who hadn't come home yet, most likely it was a call from a worried family member, He Liangchi thought about it, and took out her phone for her.

As a result, he glanced at the incoming call: Song Xinyuan.

His fingers hovered on the screen for a few seconds, then he slid to answer.

When they heard a boy on the other side, the sound like a submachine gun suddenly stopped, and he choked for a long time before speaking again. Song Xinyuan was talking during the whole call, and He Liangchi only said a few simple "hmm".

After hanging up the phone, he put the phone back in her pocket, patted her on the shoulder, "Meng Cheng, go back."

……

He Liangchi was actually a little puzzled, and didn't know what kind of wine she was drinking. For a while, she was lightly drunk, and her conversations were normal, but for a while, she was so drunk that she was almost unconscious. Without him he couldn't even walk.

After half-embracing and half-carrying the person to the entrance of the alley, Song Xinyuan stood beside a taxi not far away, and waved at them. Meng Cheng couldn't see her waving, because she hung on He Liang like a sloth. late body.

Before Song Xinyuan came over, Meng Cheng lay on the boy's wide and straight shoulders, whispering softly and tenderly, calling him lazily, "Ah Chi."

Her sweet and moist breath overflowed from between her lips and teeth, and the side of He Liangchi's neck was itchy and numb, and a short "um" came out of her vocal cords, trembling slightly, almost unable to utter it.

Then, unprepared, Meng Cheng suddenly lifted his body up and kissed his earlobe.

A very light kiss, not even considered a kiss, but He Liangchi still felt the softness very clearly. The moment he stayed on the earlobe for a short second, his straight spine tensed up, The smooth jaw line is a little stiff.

This is completely speechless.

Meng Cheng turned his head to look at his handsome and handsome side face, his eyes sparkled with electricity, and the tear mole gave off a seductive charm, and she asked with a slightly ambiguous and frivolous tone, "You treat me, too." Do you feel it?"

It wasn't until the taillights of the taxi disappeared from sight that He Liangchi managed to recover from his trance. The faint breath of the girl's whisper seemed to be still clinging to his ears, and the roots of his ears were burning hot.

The hand hanging by his side suddenly touched something slightly bulging in the pocket of his trousers, He Liang was taken aback for a moment, reached in, and took out a brand new candy.

Orange flavored.

"Oh, that's alright, I've walked two blocks away, have you had enough acting?" Song Xinyuan sneered and pushed her, "Eldest sister, I'll give you two cups of Erguotou, you really can't pretend, can you?"

What's more, if it's not Erguotou, it's peach-flavored fruit wine, and those with low alcohol content can be ignored.

Meng Cheng, who was leaning on the seat and was "drunk" unconsciously, straightened up his limp body, with a sweet smile on his lips, the kind that couldn't be stopped.

"How is it? Sisters, this move is not bad." Song Xinyuan knew that the situation between the two of them just now seemed to be glued with 520 glue, and he knew that it was likely to be successful. "The future boyfriend has been coaxed?"

"Ang, almost."

Meng Cheng paused, then said dissatisfied, "It's just that your call came a little early."

Song Xinyuan: "...I've cooperated seamlessly enough, okay?"

"Well, enough is enough." Meng Cheng's exquisite and beautiful eyebrows stretched happily, and said to her: "Thank you."

Song Xinyuan couldn't get used to her saying thank you, so she said "tsk".

"The idea of ​​pretending to be drunk is more popular. The key is that our Oscar queen can act."

Meng Cheng heard the teasing in her words, kicked her, and scolded with a smile: "Go to you."

　Husband flirts for a while, pays off the debt crematorium.

　　Let's vote for Ah Chi to get married to her in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)