Chapter 259

Afterwards, during the bland dinner time, Ye Qingfeng and Zhe were slightly silent, while Ling was completely unaffected, eating and eating regardless of her image.

As if the events from not long ago hadn't happened, her wolfing down the food made the chopsticks seem redundant.

Ye Qingfeng and Zhe twitched their mouths at the same time and exchanged a tacit glance.

They didn't starve this child usually, so why is she like a starving ghost reincarnated?

Ling put down her chopsticks with satisfaction, patted her slightly bulging lower abdomen, and upon looking up, noticed the atmosphere wasn't quite right, blinking her eyes in a dazed, cute way.

What happened? Did someone from the Public Security Bureau call? The atmosphere is so heavy...

"You guys eat, I'm going back to my room."

Perhaps this is a special way for men to chat; Ling pouted, wiped the corner of her mouth casually with the back of her hand, and after saying hello, got up and ran away.

Anyway, it had nothing to do with her; if asked why Ling didn't fear Zhe.

She could only say: Down with oppression! Fight against evil forces to the end!

In the past, the situation between the two sides was unequal, and she could only hold it in whatever Zhe said; now that both have romantic partners, naturally he wouldn't use Ye Qingfeng as an excuse.

As for the matter before dinner... so embarrassing, I want to die...

Ye Qingfeng and Zhe looked at Ling's retreating back, and as the sound of the door closing rang out, they withdrew their gazes at the same time, looking at the leftovers on the table, both dumbfounded.

No, let them continue eating, at least leave some food!

"Go out for a drink?"

Ye Qingfeng gave a sheepish smile; he had specially prepared 3.5 portions of food for fear of not having enough, but Ling quickly finished two portions, leaving him and Zhe to share 1.5 portions.

Going to bed hungry at night isn't an option, so it's just right to go out with him for some skewers.

"Let's go."

Zhe's eyes lit up.

The two walked out side by side; at this time the sky had just darkened, and by the time they returned, it was already late at night, and they pushed open the video store door with their arms around each other's shoulders.

They collapsed on the first-floor sofa, reeking of alcohol, holding the unfinished wine in their hands, discussing the unfinished topic, and laughing loudly when the mood hit.

Half an hour later, Zhe was the first to be unable to resist the sleepiness, his consciousness gradually blurring until he collapsed.

"Little weakling! What did you say when you were half-drunk? If you were the first to get drunk, I wouldn't want a single cent of Ling's bride price."

"To prevent you from denying it, I specially—hic—recorded it!" Ye Qingfeng gave a drunken hiccup, "How did I say that out loud?!"

Seeing that Zhe showed no signs of waking up, Ye Qingfeng pushed him hard twice, but he was sleeping like a pig and couldn't be woken up at all.

"Hey! Zhe, wake up and go back to your room to sleep!"

Ye Qingfeng stood up, supporting himself on the sofa, took a photo with the unconscious Zhe, and looking at the photo in the album, he smiled brightly.

"Let's see how you deny it now..."

He walked up the stairs unsteadily, his thinking chaotic and disordered, with only one thought in his mind: take these two things to find Ling and show off.

He happened to run into Ling, who was returning to her room after using the bathroom; the smell of alcohol hit her, and she frowned, "Qingfeng, when did you get back? Where's brother?"

"We just got back; Zhe? He fell asleep on the sofa on the first floor."

Ye Qingfeng held up his phone and approached Ling quickly, forgetting his true purpose for a moment, hugging her delicate body tightly, his consciousness becoming clearer, and he recounted triumphantly.

"Let me tell you, that guy said he'd drink me under the table, but he drank less than me and was the first to collapse!"

"Don't know what he was pretending for! Didn't even say hello, just closed his eyes and slept; if you can't handle your liquor, practice more, okay!"

Ye Qingfeng rambled on, finally remembering the real business, excitedly shoved the phone into Ling's arms, and as if he had completed some mission, deep drowsiness swept over his brain.

He forced himself to walk into Ling's room, walking in a crooked straight line, and collapsed heavily onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Ling had no time to check the content on the phone; she hurriedly chased into the room, saw Ye Qingfeng collapsed on the bed at a glance, and walked quickly to the bedside to check the situation.

Asleep? Ugh! The smell of alcohol is so unpleasant!!

She fanned the air around her, sat beside him, and picked up the phone; a photo caught her attention.

In the dimly lit first-floor room, Ye Qingfeng was smiling and making a V-sign, while Zhe was sleeping peacefully on the sofa behind him, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

"Really, couldn't you throw them in the trash can?"

Ling pouted and complained, but her mouth was full of smiles; after some fiddling, she played a recording:

"Little brother! If you can drink me under the table today, you won't need to pay a cent for Ling's bride price!"

"Keep your word?"

"Guaranteed!"

"Alright then—I'll toast Brother Zhe first!"

"I don't need you to let me? Glug glug—cough cough!!"

"Just this?"

Ling listened quietly to the entire content of the recording, put down the phone, exhaled, turned her head to look at Ye Qingfeng, and the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily.

"Really, how old are you, still playing such childish things."

She complained in her mouth, but her hands didn't stop for a second; she gently took off his outer clothes, covered him with a quilt, and then suddenly ran out of the room.

When she came back, there was a wet towel in her hand; she wiped Ye Qingfeng's cheeks clean, followed by his neck and body.

Her movements were careful and gentle, her eyes full of happiness.

After finishing the work in her hands, Ling was also exhausted, and fell asleep beside him without realizing it.