Xia Lin was still trapped in the grief of the previous life and couldn't extricate himself, but Song Yan had reached a new level of drunkenness. He climbed to the top of the stone pier to sing in the wind, and then squatted at Xia Lin's feet and grabbed his hand. The trouser legs said pitifully, "Xia Lin, don't ignore me..."

Xia Lin felt that if he continued to toss like this, it would be endless, so he raised his voice and said, "Zhou Shuo, come here quickly."

Zhou Shuo quickly ran over after receiving the order, helped Xia Lin to stand Song Yan up one by one, and asked, "Second Young Master, what should I do?"

"What else can I do, take him home." Xia Lin said as he carried Song Yan out, "Damn, he died."

Song Yan lay on Xia Lin's shoulders like a mess of mud, still muttering something vaguely in his mouth.

Xia Lin couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't intend to listen. Song Yan said several times and couldn't get a response. Suddenly, he got angry. He pulled Xia Lin's head with one hand and kissed him hard on half of his cheek. .

Xia Lin was suddenly attacked, and he was a little stunned for a moment. He remembered that Song Yan should not have bent so fast in this life. How can he kiss him?

Song Yan succeeded in one move and pressed Xia Lin against the cement wall on the side, using the weight of his entire body to suppress the opponent's hands and feet, and at the same time held up his face with both hands, nibbling on his face indiscriminately. G.

This wave of operations was too sharp, making Zhou Shuo sluggish on the spot.

Xia Lin only felt a strong smell of alcohol rushing towards his face, the sticky saliva smeared his face, and sealed his nose and mouth, making him almost breathless.

He turned his face hard, opened his mouth to take a breath, and then felt Song Yan stick his tongue in too.

"Fuck..." Xia Lin cursed the hearts of eighteen generations of his ancestors.

He began to struggle with all his strength, and shouted while struggling: "Zhou Shuo, you are so addicted to making decorations, don't you know how to pull him away from me?"

"Ah? Oh oh." Zhou Shuo came to his senses after realizing it, and hurriedly ran up to rip Song Yan off Xia Lin.

Xia Lin wiped his face with his sleeve in embarrassment, and found that his mouth was smashed by the guy.

He hadn't figured out how to face Song Yan's sudden kiss on the wall, when he saw Song Yan smugly laughing with his hands on his hips: "Well, Xia Lin, I can kiss men too. What's so great about being gay? , isn't it just a man, I can do it too!"

Xia Lin instantly had the urge to throw him to the ground and stomped on both feet.

"Yes! You can!" Xia Lin roared at him, "You think homosexuality is a game, you have the ability to take off your pants and let me go!"

Second Young Master," Zhou Shuo was a little frightened. He had never seen Xia Lin so sturdy since he was a child. He subconsciously tensed up for Song Yan's chrysanthemum and hurriedly explained, "He's just confused and doesn't know himself. What are you doing, you don't know him in general. "

In fact, Xia Lin didn't know that Song Yan was talking about drunken things, but after this bastard successfully brought back memories of his terrible past, he didn't have the heart to do it. Xia Lin suddenly wanted to let him go. .

At this time, Song Yan was still not afraid of sticking to death, and Xia Lin kicked him to the ground unceremoniously, let out a breath, and said bitterly: "I'm so out of my mind that I came here to make sacrifices. You have fun..."

Zhou Shuo looked at Song Yan, who was lying on the ground with drunken crying and laughing, and silently gave him a wax in his heart.

Xia Lin said again: "Zhou Shuo, you call Uncle Teng up, and then the two of you are responsible for sending him home. I don't care here."

Zhou Shuo asked cautiously, "What about you, Second Young Master?"

"Me? Go home! Review!"

Zhou Shuo thought for a while, then nodded, there was nothing wrong with this answer.