Jian Qing has always been good at reading air. I don’t know what’s wrong now. Maybe he just had a full meal and his blood sugar rose to his brain. His brain was too busy and he became dull.

I didn't notice that Lu Huaiyu pursed his lips and stopped talking.

This is what he is when he is angry, and the upbringing engraved in his bones will not show it directly.

When you ask him, there are still questions and answers, and his tone is gentle and polite, but he just doesn't say a single word.

Jian Qing put the photo close to his eyes and smiled, "Look, is it pretty good-looking-"

Lu Huaiyu glanced at the photo and quickly moved his eyes back to Jian Qing's face. The little girl blinked her bright eyes, innocent and ignorant.

"General." He said lightly.

Lu Huaiyu, who has always been polite and well-educated, has a rare speech that refutes people's face.

His voice was low and he had no emotions on his face, and he seemed a little unhappy.

Just then the phone vibrated.

Lu Huaiyu got up, took out the cell phone from his suit pants, and signaled to her, "I'll answer the phone."

The tone is still clear and light.

“…”

Jian Qing was stunned, and then realized that he seemed angry.

Is it because I don’t like being forced to go on blind dates?

But Lu Huaiyu is still divorced and takes care of his children.

Although they look good and have good conditions, their market competitiveness is still poor. Of course, they have to give it a try if they have the chance.

Fortunately, the old lady next to me didn't have a good ear. She didn't hear what Lu Huaiyu said just now, so she pulled Jian Qing and asked.

Jian Qing stared at the man's back as he strided and left, pulled the corner of his mouth, found a reason to make excuses, and refused the old lady's matchup.

She felt a little disappointed.

If you don’t like it, just say it, just say it. What’s so annoying?

Fortunately, my mother-in-law is a good person and I didn’t mind.

Jian Qing saw that she was sitting alone at the table, a little lonely, so she chatted with her.

The old lady is very old, a little confused and very enthusiastic, so she poured her a small cup of dark red transparent liquid.

It is served in a glass cup, crystal clear and colorful, and looks very beautiful.

"It's delicious, delicious." The old lady couldn't tell what it was, but she only knew to push the glass to Jian Qing, looking expectant.

Just now, Lu Huaiyu didn't have any eyes and said that the beautiful daughter looked average. Jian Qing felt embarrassed and didn't want to discourage the old lady's interest.

She smiled, picked up the cup, took a sip, and it turned out to be bayberry wine, with a sour and sweet taste, which was indeed very delicious.

Lu Huaiyu called this phone for a long time, and a critically ill patient in the hospital suddenly became unwell and the resident doctor could not handle it, so he needed real-time guidance.

When he finished the phone call, he went back. The little girl was already drunk and refused to let go with her glass of wine, and giggled.

The little old lady next to her clapped her hands and giggled.

One old and one young, two children.

At first, Jian Qing just felt that the bayberry wine was light and could not taste any wine. She thought it was a fruit wine similar to pineapple beer.

Little do we know that this bayberry wine is made of highly liquor. From summer to winter, the longer the brewing time, the higher the degree.

As a result, she took a small cup and got her head.

After I got up, no one watched it, and then I continued it with a cup of drinks.

“…”

Lu Huaiyu's eyebrows gradually frowned, walked to Jian Qing, shook her shoulders, "Jian Qing, go."

Jian Qing supported her head with her hands, lazily lifted her eyelids, blinking her hazy eyes.

His eyes were distracted and he couldn't see clearly, so he reached out to pull his tie again.

Caught off guard, the little drunken ghost's strength was not enough, and the two of them were almost about to bump into each other.

Her eyelashes gently brushed like feathers, itchy and numb, and her soft lips were stained with moist wine stains, and she was so beautiful that she stuck out her tongue and licked it, as if she was still unsatisfied.

The warm breath sprayed on his face, with a distinct smell of wine, and the sweet and fragrant plum fruity aroma.

“…”

Lu Huaiyu felt that it would be better not to wear a tie in front of her in the future. How many times did he have torn him this day?

But this time she held it very tightly and almost suffocated him.

He spoke helplessly: "Let go."

Jian Qing saw the handsome face of the man in front of her, recognized the person, curled her lips, let go of her hands, muttered two words in a confused manner, "I'm bored!"

The voice was soft and glutinous, as if it was dissatisfied, and as if it was coquettish.

Lu Huaiyu felt funny and angry, and asked her: "Why am I powerless?"

Jian Qing glanced at the smiling old lady beside her, looked at him coldly, and snorted softly, "Go out and talk to you again."

She stood up crookedly and said goodbye to the old lady.

Lu Huaiyu followed her with a confused look on his face and went to the counter to check out.

The middle-aged man who settled the score was carrying a black waist bag, the owner of the store. He was surprised to see Jian Qing's face flushed, "What's wrong with the little girl?"

The old lady just now slowly swayed to the counter with her hands behind her back. She didn't know what she said to the boss in dialect, and the boss's tone became a little complaining.

He turned his head and said to Lu Huaiyu very apologetically: "Sorry, the old lady gave her a few glasses of bayberry wine. The degree of our homemade plum wine is quite high. Even if I drink two or three cups by myself, I will get drunk."

When Lu Huaiyu heard this, his face was a little bad, and the degree of homemade wine was not easy to control. If he accidentally drank too much, he could easily lead to alcohol poisoning.

He saw Jian Qing holding her hands in front of the counter and she couldn't stand steadily, and he didn't know how much he drank.

The air in the room is not circulating and is uncomfortable.

"Hurry up." Jian Qing urged impatiently.

The farm owner knew that the old lady at home caused trouble, so he took the initiative to give him a discount.

Lu Huaiyu also asked for another bottle of mineral water, and after paying the bill, he took her out.

It was already dark outside, and the area here was far away from the town, and it was dark everywhere, and there was no fingers. There were gravel on the ground.

Lu Huaiyu was afraid that she would fall while walking, so he held her arm tightly with one hand and took out his cell phone with the other.

Jian Qing doesn’t like to talk, but after drinking, she has a strong desire to express herself. As soon as she goes out of the farmhouse, she starts to complain, “I will introduce you to a partner, but if you don’t like it, you don’t like it, why are you angry?”

"I'm not angry." He lowered his head and perfunctorily told her to carefully bypass the uneven ground, refusing to admit that he was angry.

"You are lying to others, you are just angry, I can tell."

She continued indignantly: "My mother-in-law's granddaughter is obviously very beautiful, but she also said she looks average."

Jian Qing couldn't help but complain that it would be nice if he didn't dislike you for divorce and taking care of your children.

“…”

Lu Huaiyu stopped, frowned, and looked at her in the moonlight. The cold light reflected on her face. Her skin was white to almost transparent. Her cheeks were flushed due to drunkenness. Her eyes were clear and moist, as if the spring water was soaked.

He took her and continued walking, saying casually: "It's just the average, what I'm talking about is the truth."

"Then you have such a high vision." Jian Qing curled his lips.

Lu Huaiyu stared at her and chuckled softly, "It's quite high."

Jian Qing staggered and stumbled two steps, but she was always humming with dissatisfaction.

Her temper is much worse than her wakefulness, and she is anxious and dry.

After finally reaching the parking place, Lu Huaiyu was in trouble.

The car key is not on him.

"Where did you put the car key?"

Jian Qing held the mineral water given to her by Lu Huaiyu in both hands and drank it in a small sip. She tilted her head and thought for a while, "I don't remember it, it seems to be in my pocket, you touch it."

The slender waist wrapped in a white sweater leaned forward slightly and waited for him to touch it.

“…”

There is a deep pocket in front of the white sweater, which is connected to the left and right, and a small bag is bulging, which should be the car key.

Lu Huaiyu was silent for a while and let out a faint sigh-

I really don’t have a long memory at all, and I just mess around when I get drunk.

The clean and slender hands, with clear joints, slowly reached into her pocket, and rubbed the back of her hand against her flat belly through a thin layer of fabric, warm and soft.

The little girl was itchy when she was rubbing her waist and giggled, holding her hand fumbled in her sweater pocket, "It's so itchy."

Her palm was pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, unable to move, and the temperature was astonishingly hot.
To be continued...