Chapter 11

Due to the impact, Huo Jingcheng subconsciously raised his hand and pressed on the soft little hands wrapped around his waist. The touch of his palm was delicate and smooth.

With the identical opening line, he almost didn't need to think much to know who the drunkard behind him was.

A thought jumped into Huo Jingcheng's mind: So she wasn't at the tea house, she came here to drink...

Su Ruoyun wrapped her hands around the man's waist, her little face rubbing against the shirt on his back. She was not satisfied with the other party's attitude of not talking, rested her chin on the man's back, like a chicken pecking at rice, tapped a few times, and her voice, soaked in alcohol, carried a bit of hoarseness, "Why don't you talk?"

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng turned around while holding her two hands. That fair and exquisite face was close to his chest. The clear skin was stained with redness, her apricot eyes were misty, full of confusion and distraction, and she kept staring at him.

It looked like she was so drunk that she didn't recognize him.

Huo Jingcheng asked her, his voice low and magnetic, even more charming in the night, "What should I say?"

Su Ruoyun didn't answer his words, but narrowed her eyes, and after carefully looking up and down at the face in front of her, she said: "You look quite good, when did you come here, why haven't I seen you?"

Huo Jingcheng understood her subtext. This was treating him as...

That handsome and mature face turned cold in an instant.

The next second, a hand suddenly restrained Huo Jingcheng's face, pinching his chin, "Hey, don't say, you look quite handsome when you have a cold face."

The frivolous words, coupled with her actions, were exactly like a female hooligan, a veteran of the night scene.

The man's handsome face had already been pinched out of shape by her. Her thumb and index finger pressed tightly against his jawbone, adding a little force, making him unable to move.

Huo Jingcheng didn't know how a woman could have such great hand strength, pinching his face like iron.

He said coldly: "Let go."

His voice was deliberately lowered, carrying a trace of eeriness.

Su Ruoyun's weight was 100 jin, and 99.9 jin of it was rebellion. She also got excited, and said righteously: "No."

As if competing to see whose voice was louder, Su Ruoyun raised her head proudly and snorted coldly aggressively.

Two seconds later, Huo Jingcheng withdrew his gaze, preparing to do it himself, to pull off the hand pinching his face.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun got even more excited, deliberately adding a bit of force, stubbornly refusing to let go, the back of her hand revealing shallow tendons.

Because she had learned the zither for many years, Su Ruoyun's hands inevitably had adult calluses. The rough fingertips rubbed against his side face, feeling a bit itchy. Huo Jingcheng didn't bite the web of her thumb like last time to force her to let go.

He could only stare at her, staring at her without blinking.

A moment later, Su Ruoyun let go obediently, but still refused to admit defeat in her mouth, "Okay, I'll let you go this time, you must speak well next time."

Huo Jingcheng didn't want to expose her boldness and cowardice, and smiled.

This smile became evidence of him mocking her in Su Ruoyun's eyes.

She grabbed Huo Jingcheng's arm with one hand, hugged Huo Jingcheng's waist with the other, pressed him against the wall, and raised her hand again, her right hand pressing on the man's shoulder, in a wall-dong posture.

……

Chen Zheyan walked out of the private room with a cocktail, preparing to look for his missing third brother. Just after passing the corner, he saw the unexpected scene on the balcony ahead.

His eyes looked out, just happening to see the scene where Huo Jingcheng was pressed against the wall.

The orange-yellow wall lamp enveloped the man, just illuminating his face, while the woman's face was in the dark, blurred.

Su Ruoyun wasn't short, 1.67 meters, however, Huo Jingcheng's height was a full 15 centimeters taller than her. When the two stood opposite each other, this gap was particularly obvious.

Su Ruoyun also realized that her gaze was level with Huo Jingcheng's chin, so she stood on tiptoe and met the man's black eyes.

The man's deep and divine pitch-black pupils stared at the girl standing on tiptoe in front of him, reflecting the girl's face inside. The body fragrance and alcohol slowly radiated, the fragrance lingering in his bosom.

The cigarette between his left fingers had burned more than half, and a large section of ash was piled on the tail of the cigarette. He flicked it outward at will.

Alcohol made her brain sluggish. Su Ruoyun had forgotten what she intended to do by pressing him against the wall. After standing on tiptoe for a long time, a sour pain came from her ankles. Just as she was about to leave, the man's large palm suddenly wrapped around her slender waist.

She bumped into Huo Jingcheng's body.

Su Ruoyun closed her eyes subconsciously, then her vision fell into pitch black. She only felt that she was taken into his arms, her cheeks pressed tightly against the man's shirt. Breathing, the strong smell of alcohol on the man, mixed with the faint woody tobacco smell, all passed into her nose, permeating her body.

This intimate action that seemed to be flirting entered Chen Zheyan's eyes. Even though he was used to such scenes, he was shocked for a moment, his mouth slightly open, and the wine he had just entered almost sprayed out.

Was this still his self-disciplined third brother?

First, he said yesterday he wanted to snatch the little star of his mortal enemy, and then now he was being intimate with a woman in a bar...

Before he could avoid looking, the two over there had already separated.

Su Ruoyun complained that she was uncomfortable, so Huo Jingcheng had to let go of his hand.

Chen Zheyan also walked over. When he saw the woman's face clearly, he was even more shocked.

"You... you... you..." He pointed his finger at Huo Jingcheng, saying three "you"s in a row, but couldn't continue.

Clear and exquisite features, those eyes, that nose, wasn't it the Boss Lady he had peeked at a few days ago?

Was the action so fast? Yesterday he said he wanted to snatch, and today he had already dug the corner behind his back?

Chen Zheyan cursed in a low voice, not knowing how to evaluate Huo Jingcheng's behavior, and could only tentatively open his mouth: "I... I'll go open a room for you upstairs?"

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng slanted a glance at Chen Zheyan, a warning glance. Chen Zheyan consciously kept silent.

Huo Jingcheng didn't pay attention to his impropriety, raised his hand to hold Su Ruoyun's slender shoulders, and asked slowly: "Which private room, I'll send you back?"

Su Ruoyun placed one hand on Huo Jingcheng's firm and powerful forearm, and supported the metal railing next to her with the other hand. Because of the headache, she frowned, muttering to herself: "Back?"

Saying that, she nodded to herself, "Right, back, I'm going back to feed the panda."

Su Ruoyun staggered and was about to walk out, but her body was unstable. Huo Jingcheng held her arm in time to prevent her from falling.

Panda?

"I fuck, Su Mingyan is already so awesome? Can he get a national treasure for her?"

Then Chen Zheyan said again: "I want to raise one too."

His voice carried a trace of envy and desire, a bit of inexplicable cuteness.

?? 15cm height difference seems to be the most suitable height difference for kissing circulating on the internet.

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