To The Lovely You

   The task of escorting Hou Xiaoting and Lan Feifei home naturally fell on He Chaoran. The most difficult thing is that Hou Xiaoting was drunk!

   And her wine quality is so bad that she can't bear to look directly at her... Sometimes she dances pole dancing with a street lamp on the side of the road, sometimes she hugs Lan Feifei for kissing and hugs, and sometimes she pulls the handsome guy on the road to beg to take away.

   But her tonnage is relatively large, the inertia is relatively strong, and she can't pull it back. Lan Feifei felt that she was embarrassed, and she had lost all her face in this life. She really wanted to write "I don't know her" in big letters on her face.

Unexpectedly, Hou Xiaoting hugged He Chaoran suddenly, and said intermittently: "He Chaoran, you have no conscience, what's so good about that old woman? Is it better than our Feifei? Do you know that you are like this? , Feifei is very sad? So sad that she can't even eat... And lie to me that she is losing weight."

  Lan Feifei's face turned red all of a sudden, and quickly pulled her back from He Chaoran's body: "Xiaoting, you are drunk, don't talk nonsense!"

   Hou Xiaoting pushed her away: "I didn't talk nonsense, I told the truth after drinking!"

  Lan Feifei was helpless, if it wasn't for her drunkenness now, she really wanted to strangle her directly and throw her on the road.

   He Chaoran heard these words and looked at Lan Feifei thoughtfully, her eyes flashing with emotions that made her unpredictable.

   He thought that Lan Feifei didn't like him and never wanted to see him again. No matter what she did or who she was with, she wouldn't care. Could it be that he misunderstood everything? In fact, she is more or less concerned about herself?

   Looking at his silent appearance, Lan Feifei bit her lower lip tightly, feeling very uneasy. She quickly defended: "Don't listen to Xiaoting's nonsense, I'm really losing weight recently..."

   Looking at her thin shadow on the ground, she suddenly felt that her words were just trying to cover up.

  He Chaoran just looked at her quietly, without speaking, his light eyes seemed to know everything. Under his gaze, Lan Feifei turned her head away, pretending to be looking at the moon on the horizon.

   At this moment, a white Lincoln stopped in front of them, and the driver with white gloves waved to He Chaoran: "Master, I kept you waiting."

  He Chaoran struggled to stuff Hou Xiaoting into the front seat, so that only he and Lan Feifei were left in the back seat.

  The atmosphere was a little awkward, but fortunately Hou Xiaoting did not forget to liven up the atmosphere even when she was drunk, and she was talking nonsense intermittently along the way.

  After delivering Hou Xiaoting, the atmosphere in the car suddenly cooled down. Lan Feifei took the initiative to sit in the front seat this time, and was isolated from He Chaoran in the back seat.

   God knows that when she was sitting next to him, she just felt like sitting on pins and needles. He Chaoran looked quite indifferent, turning his face to look at the scenery outside the window.

   It's just that she didn't know, his eyes kept falling on the glass window, on her little reflection.

   When the car reached the downstairs of the community, Lan Feifei immediately jumped out of the car like a light deer: "Thank you, I can go up by myself."

   But there was the sound of the car door opening behind her. She turned around and saw that He Chaoran was walking down from the car with long legs.

   "I'll send you..." His voice came from the cold night wind, which made her shudder.