God even has a crush on me

Chapter 71 Stinky Bingshan, What Do You Want To Do?

Han Ning'er smiled mischievously, reached out to hug his arm, and leaned her head on his shoulder. If her brother was here, she would lean on his shoulder like this.

Fang Chengjun couldn't help but look at her lowered pretty face, with an indescribable feeling in his heart that this kind of action doesn't have to be done by couples, brothers and sisters can do it too.

What makes him contradictory is that he doesn't seem to want her to treat him as a brother. Isn't it better to be a boyfriend?
Suddenly thinking of this thought, his heart trembled fiercely, and he quickly looked away, how could he have such evil thoughts about a young girl?

Damn it, he must be insane.

After finally waiting for the master of ceremonies to preside over the wedding ceremony, it was finally time for the banquet. Fang Chengjun took her to a round table with some old classmates who were not familiar with her.

Han Ning'er was a little restless, feeling that many people were looking at her, and those people obviously wanted to know Fang Chengjun, but they seemed afraid to talk to him, so they all asked her to talk.

For example...

"Han Ning'er, how long have you been dating Fang Chengjun?"

"You are so well matched, when will you get married?"

"Where did you meet?"

... so on and so forth.

Han Ning'er was so questioned that she couldn't answer a single word. These things were all fabricated out of thin air. How should she answer them?

While feeling depressed, Fang Chengjun finally opened his mouth and said calmly, "Ning'er is Han Zhaolong's younger sister, and we are childhood sweethearts."

"Wow!" Someone exclaimed, "No wonder I said that Han Ning'er looks familiar. It turns out that she is Aaron's younger sister. Both brothers and sisters have incredible looks!"

"Haha...Han Ning'er, I'm your brother's junior high school classmate, hello."

Han Ning'er froze, and immediately replied: "Hello."

At this time, a person handed over a glass of red wine and persuaded: "Aaron can drink very well, but unfortunately he can't make it to the scene today, why don't you accompany us to have a drink?"

Han Ning'er's first reaction was to refuse, but Fang Chengjun stood up without her protesting, and said in a low voice, "Ning'er is allergic to alcohol, she can only drink soft drinks."

Someone sighed: "Hey... I don't know if it's true or not. Maybe you said that because you feel sorry for her and won't let her drink. It's rare that the squad leader got married today. How can you not drink?"

"If I say you can't drink it, then you can't drink it." Fang Chengjun said coldly, there was an invisible chill coming out of his body, which made people shudder. How could anyone dare to persuade Han Ning'er to drink.

Han Ning'er let out a sigh of relief. Fang Chengjun is a scary guy once he is serious. Fortunately, he is so aggressive, which saved her from being persuaded to drink.

In this way, this table was left silent by Fang Chengjun, and the others began to express condolences to each other, and there was nothing to do with Han Ninger, and the two ate their meals in silence.

After about 10 minutes, the bride and groom came here to toast. Since Han Ning'er couldn't drink, Fang Chengjun would drink for her.

To her surprise, it turned out that the groom was Fang Chengjun's classmate, that is, a classmate who was studying abroad together. No wonder he wanted to attend the wedding.

The bridegroom officer was too busy, so he didn't talk much with Fang Chengjun, so he went to another table to toast.

As soon as Han Ning'er sat down, another group of people came to ask Fang Chengjun to toast, and she finally saw the fact that those people were not familiar with him at all, but they all came to get to know him. It was too obvious that he was trying to curry favor with him.

It didn't take long before Fang Chengjun became dizzy from being poured. Han Ning'er was afraid that he would get drunk if he continued to drink, so he started blocking the drink for him. Of course, it wasn't that she wanted to drink, but drove away those who were toasting.

Fang Chengjun leaned on her shoulder drunkenly, without saying a word, breathing slightly rough through his nose, which made her feel distressed all over her face.

"Brother Chengjun, what should we do now?"

"Can you drive a sports car?"

Although he was dizzy from drinking, his reason was clear and his tone was normal, showing no signs of drunkenness at all.

Han Ning'er froze for a moment, nodded and said, "I will."

My brother's car is also a sports car. She has driven it a lot before. As long as it is not racing with others, it is fine to drive it occasionally.

Fang Chengjun said in a low voice: "Help me out, you drive me home, and when you get home, you drive this car back to school, I can't take you back like this."

"I can take you home, but I don't want to drive your car back to school." Han Ning'er refused the second half of his sentence, and told her to drive a Bentley to school, making it clear that she wanted her to be famous, so she would not do it.

"Go back first." Fang Chengjun was so dizzy that he didn't want to stay here anymore, he just wanted to go home and lie down.

Han Ning'er nodded and helped him stand up. Although he was dizzy from drinking, his body was strong and he walked very steadily, but he needed her support to keep him from wandering.

After walking for several minutes, she went down to the first floor. When she came to his car, she stuffed him into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt herself. Then she got into the driver's seat and drove off immediately after fastening the seat belt.

After driving for half an hour, I finally returned to No. 12 Yunteng Community.

It took Han Ning'er a lot of effort to help him into the living room, but she no longer had the strength to carry him upstairs, so she could only throw him on the sofa.

He didn't pass out from drunk yet, but closed his eyes, and his tone became lazy, "It's getting dark, you go back, drive my car back."

"Are there any other cars besides Bentley?" Han Ning'er asked him, if there were other cars, she would drive, but Bentley didn't want to drive.

Fang Chengjun opened his eyes leisurely, looked up at her pretty face, and said coldly: "When you drive into the school at night, no one will know it's you. I'll ask you for a car tomorrow."

"Uh, that's fine too." He was right, it's dark now, as long as she parks the car where she parked it today, no one will find out that she drove it.

He didn't say anything, and closed his eyes leisurely.

Han Ning'er looked at his handsome face worriedly, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grasped her arm, and pulled her into his arms with a little force, his hands tightly wrapped around her slender waist, preventing her from moving.

"You, what are you doing?" Han Ning'er panicked and struggled fiercely, but he refused to let go.

"Next time..." He breathed alcohol into her ear, and bit her earlobe involuntarily, which made her numb, and restrained his voice to remind her, "If I drink, don't talk to me." Get alone and go back quickly."

After that, he pushed her away vigorously, got up and staggered upstairs.

Han Ning'er blinked her eyes innocently, she couldn't understand what he meant, but she could tell that those words must be advice, anyway, it's right to leave now.

She didn't dare to stay any longer, took the car keys and walked out immediately, closed the door, and went back to school.

　These chapters are more realistic plots, and we will return to the game from the next chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)