Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

After saying that, Wei Jue directly reached for the cup in her hand, and said directly: "Since you regret it, then don't take this cup."

"No, no, no."

Meng Qingning hurriedly protected the glass of wine like a baby.

"I want what I want."

"Then hurry up and drink. After drinking, we will go to eat."

So, Meng Qingning could only sit on his lap, holding the glass of wine pitifully and taking small sips.

She didn't dare to drink too much, for fear that if she drank too fast, she wouldn't be able to appreciate the taste after a while.

Wei Jue wanted to laugh.

"Still a little drunk? Why didn't I find out before?"

"Actually not, I just saw it suddenly and wanted to drink it."

I haven't seen it usually, and Meng Qingning doesn't really want to drink it, let alone buy it on purpose.

She leaned against Wei Jue's arms, "It's not because you took it out suddenly, I saw it."

She drank a few more sips, and suddenly felt that it was not good to drink, so she handed it to Wei Jue.

"Here you go."

Wei Jue paused, seeing that there was still more than half of the wine in the glass: "Why, don't you drink it? Have you behaved?"

"No." Meng Qingning leaned in his arms and shook her head: "Suddenly I don't feel good, so I'll sing it for you."

"Give me what you don't want?"

"En." Meng Qingning nodded obediently, and said softly, "Don't you dislike it?"

"Yes, I don't dislike it."

After finishing speaking, Wei Jue drank the remaining half of the glass she drank, and drank it with his head up.

This time he didn't drink in a hurry, after all, she didn't want it anymore, and he didn't have to worry about her wanting to continue drinking after she finished drinking.

So when he looked up to drink, Meng Qingning saw his smooth neck, and when he drank, his Adam's apple would roll with the movement of the liquid sliding down.

Meng Qingning lay in his arms and watched.

Looking at it, she suddenly felt a little moved, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed him on his Adam's apple.

Her movements are light and shallow, like a superficial touch on water.

After the kiss, she leaned back into his arms contentedly, completely ignoring Wei Jue who was completely stiff because of this kiss.

She even said softly, "Your neck is so beautiful."

Wei Jue: "..."

He put the empty cup in his hand on the table, and looked down at the person in his arms.

She really knows where to shoot the fire, and wherever there is fire, she will shoot there, and she still looks like she doesn't know when she is done.

"Really good-looking?"

"Yeah." Meng Qingning nodded, "It's really pretty."

"Then do you want to..." Wei Jue moved his hand to her waist. Her waist is really thin, and it is completely in a state that cannot be grasped. Needless to say, Wei Juewei Sigh: "Kiss again?"

Hearing this, Meng Qingning raised her head from his embrace, and Qingling's eyes met his.

After a moment, she shook her head and smiled.

"No."

"Why?" Wei Jue's voice had obviously changed, it was extremely hoarse, and there was faint fire beating in the dark eyes.

"I've already kissed you. It's not fun to kiss again."

After finishing speaking, she ignored Wei Jue's reaction, lowered her head and hugged Wei Jue's waist, and whispered: "Wei Jue."

"Ah."

"Can I skip dinner? I'm so sleepy, I want to go to bed now."

Seeing her like this, Wei Jue couldn't help but glance sideways at the empty glass next to him.

I wondered if I drank the remaining half just now. She didn't drink much, so why did she seem drunk?
Thinking of this, Wei Jue pinched her chin and lifted her face up.

"Sleepy?"

Meng Qingning nodded with blurred eyes.

"Well, it seems a bit."

Seeing her like this, Wei Jue tapped the tip of her nose: "I think you don't want to sleep, but want to escape."

I didn't drink a few sips, how could I get drunk?What's more, she also sleeps a lot during the day.

Meng Qingning snorted lightly, but said nothing.

In the end, she still couldn't escape dinner.

But she didn't want to go, and it turned out that Wei Jue carried her there.

When sitting at the dinner table, Meng Qingning leaned on Wei Jue like a soft bone, and kept saying, "I really can't eat anymore."

"Eat a few bites, just pad your stomach."

He was really worried that she would have a stomachache, but at the same time he was also worried that she would be full.

Meng Qingning looked at the few mouthfuls of rice, thought for a while, and nodded: "Okay, I'll just eat a few mouthfuls, I really can't eat any more."

"it is good."

So under Wei Jue's feeding, Meng Qingning ate a few mouthfuls of warm white rice.

"I'm full."

"Ah."

Wei Jue didn't ask her to eat anymore, but let go of his hand, like telling a child: "Go and sit for a while, then take a bath and rest."

"Okay, then you eat by yourself."

Meng Qingning slipped back into the room.

Before, Meng Qingning felt cold in his stomach, but after eating those mouthfuls of hot rice to cushion his stomach, Meng Qingning felt much more comfortable.

That night, she took a shower and went straight to bed.

Although she slept a lot during the day and couldn't sleep at night, when Wei Jue came back, she still pretended to be asleep and didn't even dare to move.

After all, someone has just succeeded, so he probably won't let her go the next day.

So as soon as Wei Jue came out of the bathroom, Meng Qingning closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Then, she heard Wei Jue go to dry his hair, and then walk towards the bed.

Immediately afterwards, she felt that the position at the back sank a bit, and the scent of soap after Wei Jue's bath carried a masculine breath, and enveloped her.

When his arms were wrapped around her waist, Meng Qingning's body tensed up in fright.

"Ningning? Asleep?"

Meng Qingning closed her eyes and didn't answer the call, pretending she didn't hear it.

"Really asleep?"

She still didn't answer, Wei Jue also fell silent and lay down beside her.

Meng Qingning breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't sleep much last night. After all, he was still awake when she fell asleep. He also worked all day today.

He should be very tired right now, he should fall asleep soon, right?
Meng Qingning thought about this, but suddenly felt a warm breath on her neck, caught off guard, she subconsciously hid, but was hugged by Wei Jue at the waist, and then heard him laughing: "Pretending to sleep?"

"..."

Meng Qingning groaned, then pretended to turn her head, and opened her eyes in a daze: "Wei Jue, you're back...so sleepy, what time is it now? I'm going to sleep."

After speaking, she wanted to turn her face away, but Wei Jue pinched her chin.

Then, dark eyes stared straight at her.

"The play is too bad," he said.

"..."

After Meng Qingning looked at him for a long while, he broke the can.

"Yes, I'm bad at acting, so what? Anyway, don't touch me with a finger tonight. I'm too tired. I have class tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Wei Jue raised his eyebrows: "Who said I'm going to touch you?"

"do not have it?"

"In your eyes, I'm a dying ghost?"

Meng Qingning: "..."

Under Meng Qingning's watchful eyes, Wei Jue's fingertips often caressed her smooth cheeks.

"Ningning, you have to know that you took the initiative last night."