Chapter 12: Good Sister

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Lu Kuan decided to advance by retreating: "Sister Jiang, should I go back first?"

"No! I also drank, and I was not familiar with driving in the first place, I'm afraid..."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin grabbed the young Daoist's arm in a hurry, and seeing him looking at herself with a smile, she panicked and let go, pretending to straighten Zhou Xun's body.

"Then you two go inside to sleep. I'll make do on the sofa tonight and be a door god for you."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin's voice was like a mosquito at this time: "Hmm... let her stay here for a while, so as not to vomit inside later."

"Hmm."

It was another deafening silence.

"Well, should we drink some more? It's still early."

Lu Kuan looked at the wine glasses and miscellaneous red wine neatly placed in the suite, and cautiously tested it.

"Ah? Okay."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin changed her spicy and bold style of the girl from Shancheng today. She didn't take off her coat after entering the room, just took off her scarf, and the two sat by the large floor-to-ceiling window and drank.

"Li Xiaolu, you are really accurate. It's a pity that Xun Ge's temper..."

She recalled the scenes that happened in the hospital during the day, and couldn't help but feel sad, not only for Zhou Xun, but also for herself.

Lu Kuan laughed lightly, "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. Xun Ge's personality is very good. She has a strong dull power!"

"Dull power?"

Lu Kuan accidentally popped out a vocabulary of later generations and explained patiently: "The dull of dull, meaning that the influence of external views and evaluations on her is very small, and her psychological endurance is strong."

"Do you believe that she will be the lively Xun Ge again when she wakes up tomorrow? I think Qu Ying can't compete with her."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin shook the red wine glass with her white wrists, and the scarlet wine shone in the moonlight, making her a little intoxicated and blurred.

"I..."

"I did as you said and cut off all ties with that person."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin seemed a little ashamed to mention her unbearable past, especially in front of such a handsome and wise young man.

Lu Kuan touched her glass lightly: "That's a good thing, congratulations, Sister Jiang."

With this advance cleanup, I believe the impact of this scandal gossip on her can be smaller.

The original Ms. Yu, the wife of Xiangjiang director Zhang Zhang Xiaozheng in later generations, had deep resentment.

Not only did she expose and bombard through the media in 2002, but she also left a message to accuse her after committing suicide by burning charcoal in 2014, which had a great impact on her.

Especially in early 2002, when Jiang Jiang Qinqin was preparing to transition from costume dramas to modern urban dramas, it dispelled the idea of many crews throwing olive branches.

Lu Kuan saw her sorrowful, thinking that this was because of Zhou Xun's matter, and she was touched by the scene.

The feelings in the entertainment circle are too difficult to judge right and wrong. There are many brave people who dare to challenge and try, and most of them end up broken and bruised.

Especially a clear person like Lu Kuan who is familiar with various PR affairs and unspoken rules, it is difficult to make him immerse himself in this big dyeing vat, mostly for fun.

"It is to congratulate me, but I also want to thank you."

She looked at the young Daoist's angular side face, and the afterglow reflected by the light curtain of the building opposite shone on his high mountain root, thinking that if she didn't act, it would be good to find such a little lover.

The two finished a whole bottle of red wine soon. I don't know if the wine was inferior or the air conditioning in the room was too high, Jiang Jiang Qinqin called out, and fine sweat beads appeared on her forehead.

She got up and took off her coat, and threw off her thin high heels, staggering toward the door to turn the air conditioning down.

Zhou Xun on the sofa had already made a slight snoring sound. After guarding her boyfriend for two days, she could finally sleep well today.

"I'll go turn it off!" Lu Kuan saw that she couldn't stand still, got up and helped Jiang Jiang Qinqin, and gently pressed her shoulders.

People who drink are not able to listen to people, and the rebellious psychology comes up, and they are even more stumbling to the end of the sofa.

The room was dark, and Zhou Xun suddenly kicked the two of them with a shock while sleeping. Jiang Jiang Qinqin screamed and grabbed Lu Kuan's shirt, falling to the carpet in a female-on-top-male-on-bottom posture, almost sticking together with all her heart.

Lu Kuan looked at her dizzy eyes with a trace of clarity, fine sweat beads on her smooth forehead looming, and her thin pink lips closed, simply wanting to hook people's souls.

Looking at each other, the young Daoist looked at her apricot face and peach cheeks, and the beautiful and charming appearance of the face was rapidly congested. In this life, he must never be a beast.

He stretched out his big hand to hold the back of Sister Jiang's exquisite head and rushed up. The latter struggled for a while and then hugged him back emotionally, and separated her lips after a few moments.

"Li Xiaolu, hold me in."

The lonely man and the resentful woman, thunder and fire.

The female star gritted her teeth and said hatefully: "Young Daoist, it's cheap for you today, no next time!"

Lu Kuan laughed and ignored it.

The warbler chirped for the first time, with a sound, a night of fish and dragon dance, not mentioned here.

The biggest trouble for drinkers is that they are both easy to be thirsty at night and easy to go to the toilet.

The morning light was faint, and the drunk Zhou Xun woke up from the big bed, supporting her delicate arms and opening her sleepy eyes, beside her was Jiang Jiang Qinqin wearing a bathrobe.

She only felt that her smoke voice was really going to smoke, and got up to find water, her cervical spine and back of her head were stinging like needles.

"Are you awake, Xun Ge?"

She turned over and barely supported her lotus arms, only feeling that her whole body was sour and painful as if crushed by a big truck, and tried to stand on the ground with her feet, and another indescribable pain struck.

Zhou Xun remembered what happened last night and knew that it was her best friend who took care of herself, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Jiang Qinqin?"

"Ah, hmm, it's not because I took care of you last night, I fell several times, and my legs are soft now."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin turned her back to Zhou Xun and wore close-fitting clothes, her pretty face was already a piece of red clouds.

Zhou Xun turned around and looked at the bruises on her knees, embarrassed: "I will never drink again, it's hard for you, Jiang Qinqin."

Jiang Jiang Qinqin thought you'd better say it, you are drunk, it doesn't matter, it involves me being...

The two packed up, and the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

"Who is it?"

"Lu Kuan, I asked him to pick us up."

The young Daoist carried two breakfasts into the room and opened the window with disgust: "Xun Ge, your drinking capacity is too poor, look at this room smell!"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you rushing to see your sister's joke early in the morning?"

Lu Kuan smiled: "I am wronged! It was Sister Jiang who said you were drunk last night and asked me to come over early to help."

"Is it? Sister Jiang!"

Jiang Jiang Qinqin, who was eating salty tofu brain, was suddenly cued, raised her head and gave him a white look in a panic, and reached out to brush a few strands of hair behind her head.

Lu Kuan praised in his heart!

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