When he got off the bus, he began to keep dialing the man’s code, and he looked at the man’s figure along the road.
What is the telephone also didn’t see, Qiao Yun in the mind more fidgety.
Until three o’clock in the morning, C city gradually fell asleep, and the whole city was shrouded in darkness. Qiao Yun abandoned his car and ran in the street like crazy.
But in the end, it was futile
At four o’clock, he returned to Shanyu.
The ladder stopped at the 33rd floor. Qiao Yun dragged his legs out of the ladder like a walking corpse.
Just after the corner, his tired eyes suddenly showed their yoshimitsu. He clenched his fists tightly and stared at Mo Ran and Xiao Nan at home.
Drunk stranger ran an arm on Xiao Nan’s shoulder and leaned against Xiao Nan’s neck, and the whole person was conscious.
And Xiao Nan tightly encircled the stranger, prompting his whole body to rely on himself.
Four eyes relative Xiao Nan barely grinned.
He said, "I’ll send the senior back when he’s drunk."
No stranger, Xiao Nan confidently.
On the contrary, Qiao Yun, watching his man being sent back by outsiders, was buzzing with molten iron.
"Let go!" Qiao Yunhuang waved his heavy head and gnashed his teeth at Xiao Nan.
He almost fell to the ground with anger because of his sudden heavy brain.
Xiao Nan was not surprised at Qiao Yun’s angry brow, as he expected, according to his understanding of his roommates.
"I’d like to let go." Xiao Nan pushed the glasses bracket and looked at Qiao Yun with his hands in peace. "How can I let the seniors fall if you don’t come over?"
In the same tone, Xiao Nan angered Qiao Yun for the second time
A fist fell on his face every second.
Glasses fall XiaoNan dragging stranger but two people stumble back.
"You’re fucking here to die!"
At the moment, Qiao Yun is like a hairy lion after being occupied.
What young master’s image, school grass temperament, all go to his mother’s riveting and screaming at his man Xiao Nan’s hatred.
What’s more, he wants to beat each other to death
But the man suddenly woke up.
Mo ran shook his head and woke up from Xiao Nan’s cervical fossa. He looked up and saw Qiao Yun glaring at him.
"Wife …" Mo ran looked at it with blurred eyes and made sure it was Qiao Yun. He grinned. "Wife is here …"
He doesn’t know what just happened, and he doesn’t know who he is relying on now. He just looks at Qiao Yun, who is half awake and half fuzzy, and opens the column around him with a shy smile and says, "Wife, wife, hug, I want to hug …"
Said the hand just silly don’t pull a few to Qiao Yun flapping body fell in the past.
"Fuck," Qiao Yun scolded a sentence and took the man and put his arm around his neck. "Be honest and don’t move."
"Oh," Mo Ran raised his head. When he heard his wife’s words, he immediately put his head into his wife’s armpit and obediently behaved.
And the corners of his mouth were beaten and bleeding, and Xiao Nan was shocked by the sharp turn of painting style. His hands trembled in his sleeves.
He remembered that he was also a drunk senior an hour ago, but his state and words were completely different from those in front of Qiao Yun now.
He remembered the word "roll" that his senior told him, and he trembled even more.
It turns out that seniors can be soft and silly without coldness and indifference.
Xiao Nan didn’t know this until now.
After being stupefied for about three seconds, he was tired and closed his eyes, prompting the fundus fire to go out in a regretful way.
Later, I took the initiative to leave, not because of Qiao Yun’s harsh words
He is not afraid that Qiao Yun’s departure is part of the plan.
Xiao Nan didn’t say a word when she left. She raised her hand faintly and wiped the bloodshot corners of her mouth. She passed Qiao Yun coldly.
Being drenched by a man’s drunken madness, some of his anger was extinguished, and Qiao Yun still had trouble breathing.
When he entered the house, he threw the drunk man into the bathtub.
Without taking off his clothes and pants, he twisted warm water to the maximum and flushed it at his head.
Strangely, it’s strange to keep wiping your face and asking your wife, "What’s this game? Fresh? From which disc? "