"These fireworks are really beautiful." After Liu Yimian finished speaking, she squinted her big eyes that were a little blurry, and tilted her head to look at the person a few steps away. He licked his upper lip, reached out and poured a bowl of wine, and before Ji Wei turned around, he handed it to him.

"This is?" Liu Yimian's cheeks were flushed, and she looked drunk, and the liquid was shaking, as if she couldn't even hold the wine bowl. Ji Wei raised her hand to wrap Liu Yimian's hand and gestured with her eyes.

"Brother Ji will give me a fire tree and silver flowers, and I will give you a bowl of wine." Liu Yimian raised the corners of her mouth, and Ji Wei, who looked around, was either drunk or drunk, but he didn't expect him to be a little confused, and he could still guess what the fireworks were. He put.

It was not in vain for him to entrust someone to book it early.

Ji Wei held Liu Yimian's hand, handed the wine bowl to his mouth, pressed it against his lips, and drank it on his back.

"Brother Jingji." Liu Yimian also poured out the bowl, drank it boldly, and turned the bowl over to show him, "I drank it all."

"You're drunk." Ji Wei laughed, breaking Liu Yi's white and tender fingers one by one, breaking the wine bowl he was holding tightly, and throwing it aside, warning, "Don't drink any more, drunk cat."

"Drunk cats are good, drunk cats are wonderful, happy drunk cats don't meow..." Liu Yimian's footsteps were sluggish, humming an out-of-tune little song, and before she took two steps, she leaned forward and leaned forward.

But he was not afraid at all, he knew that someone would catch him.

Ji Wei opened his arms helplessly and caught the drunk cat firmly.

"Be careful with your feet, in case you knock—" He stopped abruptly halfway through his words. Looking at the young man's hairy top in astonishment, he felt the sudden warmth and softness of the corners of his lips.

Ji Wei was a little stunned and a little overwhelmed.

The young man didn't know it yet, and he had a lot of fun.

Seeing that Ji Wei didn't respond, she pouted her lips and kissed her chin again, giggling, and hugged Ji Wei's neck tightly.

He was very drunk, and he didn't know that the mood of the people around him was tumultuous. He just followed his own thoughts and made troubles. Ji Weiyi held his head down and held it firmly in his arms.

Ji Wei stretched his body, thinking that the little ancestor could finally stop the meeting, but unexpectedly he moved his little head, buried it in his neck and licked it, smacking his mouth and muttering: "Salt."

There was still dissatisfaction in his tone, as if he was blaming why it wasn't sweet.

This wet, smooth and greasy is just a touch away, but there is a feeling of numbness and numbness rushing down the neck to the limbs. Ji Wei couldn't help tightening his strength, clenched Liu Yimian's shoulders, and his hands became stronger, which caused him to groan in a low voice.

With a sweetheart in his arms, he can still be indifferent, either a saint or a cripple.

Ji Wei is neither a saint nor a cripple.

Liu Yimian raised her head from his arms, just opened her misty eyes, and there was a flower in front of her. It was Ji Wei who pinched his chin and kissed him fiercely.

At first, it was fierce and ruthless, and Liu Yimian's tongue ached when he sucked it. He squinted his eyes and let out a sob that sounded like weeping, but the arms around his waist tightened, but the movements on his mouth softened.

Liu Yimian was kissed three times, her face was flushed, her limbs were weak, she couldn't stand firmly, she was still standing, her bones were already soft, and her whole body slid down Ji Wei.

At this time, Ji Weicai realized that the young man was different, he helped the person aside a little embarrassedly, and went to the window to blow the cold wind.

The autumn wind was cool, and most of Ji Wei's body was hot and dry.

Liu Yimian was very drunk, and it was not easy to keep it here. He took a deep breath and grabbed Liu Yimian's arm. The latter thought he was playing and raised his hand with a smile to keep him from scratching.

Ji Wei was helpless, grabbed his two hands, hooked him around his neck, bent over and carried the person on his back, and walked downstairs.

The money has already been paid, and the person is still an honored guest of the shopkeeper.

Little Er dared to be slack, seeing this, he wanted to say hello, but seeing the forbearance on the face of the God of Wealth, the young man on his back was drunk and blushing, stretched out his hands, his shoulders twitched and couldn't help laughing, he consciously stepped aside, Don't bother anymore.

When Ji Wei took to the street, he walked fast.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling anxious and annoyed in his heart. Who would have thought that the usual well-behaved teenager would be so presumptuous and attractive when drunk.

It's just carrying a person on his back, and this little hand can't help but touch it everywhere. If it's just like this, it's fine. The problem of messing with relatives when drunk really drives Ji Wei crazy.

In the Fuxing Building just now, only the two of them, Ji Wei, were still in a state of embarrassment. On the street now, Liu Yimian hugged his neck and kissed his cheek happily, and the crowded Yongan Street attracted a lot of attention.

Rao is such a cheeky person as Ji Wei, and he couldn't stand it, his heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help sighing.

Fortunately, Fuxing Building was not too far from the county school. Once he entered the academy, there were few people on the road, and the road was spacious. Ji Wei walked quickly, and trotted into the house with people on his back. With a hook, he closed the door, and put the drunk cat behind him on the bed. He was about to pull the quilt to cover the person, but when his neck tightened, he was already hugged by the person.

"Mianmian, let go." Ji Wei endured the blue veins on his forehead. Although he is not a gentleman, he is not a beast. He will never do such a thing that takes advantage of people's danger.

"Brother Ji?" Liu Yimian got closer, rubbed her cheek against Ji Wei's chest, and said softly, "If you don't let it go, you won't let it go."

"Do you know what you are doing?" Ji Wei's voice seemed a little strange in the night.

But the drunk Liu Yimian knew that this person was his brother Ji, so he hugged him tighter and didn't let go.

Ji Wei gritted his teeth and said viciously, "I tell you to let go, lest you regret it!"

Liu Yimian didn't say anything, only answered him with action. Arms clasped tighter, legs tangled up.

"Mianmian!"

Liu Yimian whispered in Ji Wei's ear, "Just now I made a wish to be Mrs. Ji's wife. I don't know if I have said this wish, but how much can I do?"

The string in Ji Wei's brain collapsed in response. He thought that this young man was indeed sent by God to receive him, otherwise how could he understand his whole body and bones, and his words and deeds were like this!

What to endure! He is no longer human! can't bear it anymore!

Ji Wei gasped and pressed down.