The evil first wife who wears a book, and the future first assistant wants to kill me every day

Duan Ren was closing his eyes when he heard the door open and saw Shen Qinglan dressed neatly and said to him: "I'm hungry."

Then without waiting for any response from him, he walked towards the stairs.

Apparently, she was hungry and had no intention of eating anything from the inn.

Duan Ren raised his feet and followed her, but when he passed Wu Hao's door, and was about to call a few more people, Shen Qinglan suddenly turned around and said, "Don't alert them, I'll go sit at the stall next to the inn. It's very close and I'll be back soon."

From the window, she saw that there were still night food stalls on the street, with the aroma of barbecue and bustling business.

I had been to Tang County once before, so I naturally knew that the barbecue here was excellent, so I went to eat there.

It was rare for the guards to get a good night's sleep, and she didn't want to go have a late-night snack and make a big fuss.

Duan Ren hesitated, retracted his hand from knocking on the door, and followed her silently.

Tonight, Shen Qinglan wore plain clothes, and her soft black hair flowed down the back of her waist, swaying gently as she walked.

Occasionally, the wind would blow, and a few strands of hair would fall on her temples and cheeks...

It reminded Duan Ren of the night when she was drunk.

Thinking of her hair wrapped around his wrist, it felt cool and silky, like delicate skin.

He tightened his grip on his sword and finally looked away.

But they didn't notice that the window at the end of the second floor opened a gap, and a pair of eyes stared at them.

Shen Qinglan really didn't have to go far because the stalls were set up near the inn. After all, the inn business was easier to make at night, and the vendors weren't stupid.

When they arrived, they were lucky enough to find seats that had just been cleared away by the proprietress.

The landlady is a good business person. When she saw the guests' extraordinary demeanor, she immediately wiped the table several times until it was shiny.

After Shen Qinglan sat down, she just glanced at Duan Ren, who sat down opposite her.

Shen Qinglan then ordered all the skewers that she had found delicious in the past, and then made a special note that they should be slightly spicy.

The last time she was so spicy, she was left in a bad mood.

The landlady went on laughing.

While waiting for the food to be served, the two of them still didn't talk to each other, as if they were strangers sitting at the same table.

Only the hustle and bustle of the people around them surrounded them, making them not so cold when they looked at it occasionally.

There were several people drinking at the next table, shouting and drinking, talking in dialect, and laughing happily. The scene reminded Shen Qinglan of the time Duan Ren drank with her.

After that embarrassing incident, she stopped drinking for a long time.

Suddenly feeling emotional, Shen Qinglan raised her hand and asked the landlady for a bottle of wine and a wine glass to drink by herself.

The wine on the stall was mixed with water. It smelled strong, but in fact it was light, as light as her friendship with Duan Ren.

In the end, it will become as pale as white water, and when it comes to Yiran, it will never be seen again...

The skewers were served faster than expected. Shen Qinglan drank three cups and served most of them.

She looked at the grilled golden meat skewers and finally said to Duan Ren, "Test the poison."

If you want to test poison, you can also try alcohol.

But Shen Qinglan didn't let him try.

Because she was very aware of Duan Ren's principle of never drinking a sip during his tenure, she only had one wine glass...

Duan Ren was very cooperative, picked up a beef skewer, tasted it, and said, "It's not poisonous."

Shen Qinglan said: "Beef skewers are not poisonous, but what about pork belly skewers?"

Duan Ren tried the pork belly skewers and the vegetarian skewers again. After tasting each, Shen Qinglan ate two vegetarian skewers and said she was full.

But she ordered a plate of meat skewers...

Looking at the remaining meat skewers on the table, she didn't seem to care, and said lightly, "It's not as delicious as I imagined. You can get rid of it. If you don't like it, throw it away."

In fact, it tastes very good and the spiciness is acceptable, so there is nothing bad about it.

Duan Ren didn't lose it and finally ate it silently.

During this period, the two of them were still speechless. After Shen Qinglan drank a few glasses of wine, she no longer wanted to drink.

He leaned on one hand and looked at something in the distance, his clear eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of fog.

The wide cuffs were stacked on her elbows due to her movement, revealing a jade-like arm.

The dark red rattan bracelet on the wrist was slightly dazzling under the occasional firelight from the barbecue stall, as if it had been coated with a layer of delicate glaze.

In addition to her natural beauty, this appearance naturally attracted many people in the stall to look at her.

When there were a few meat skewers left, Duan Ren gave up his principle of not wasting and said, "I'm full."

Shen Qinglan came back to her senses and said, "Let's pay."

Naturally, Duan Ren paid the bill. Seeing that the two of them had ordered too much, the boss added a small change and then said good things and looked forward to coming again.

Shen Qinglan responded lightly. When she stood up, the hem of her skirt was pressed under the foot of the stool, causing her to stumble.

Fortunately, Duan Ren had quick eyesight and quick hands to support her.

The lady boss next to her asked with concern: "Miss, are you drunk? Oh my, this wine is home-brewed and is quite strong. You drank so much, I was just worried that you were drunk."

Shen Qinglan was not drunk, and even another pot of this water-mixed wine would not necessarily make her drunk.

Any wine that can make her drunk is good wine.

But who knew that just when she was about to push Duan Ren away and stand up, she suddenly heard Duan Ren ask: "Drunk?"

It was a very light word, but Shen Qinglan didn't know her misunderstanding and actually felt a hint of tenderness.

I don’t know if there was too much wind tonight, so my mind was not clear, so I didn’t deny it.

The hand changed from pushing to grabbing his sleeve.

Then he slowly relaxed his strength, as if he was really drunk and couldn't stand still. He leaned on his chest and said, "I'm not drunk, I'm just a little dizzy."

That's drunk.

Because a drunk person will always say that he is not drunk.

Duan Ren had seen how drunk she was, so he had no doubts, he just sighed.

Loves food and drink.

"Can I take you back, please?"

His tone was indeed gentle.

The gentleness made Shen Qinglan feel aggrieved for some reason.

Don’t you know how to speak well?

Then why do you always treat her coldly?

Drunk people can lose their temper and go crazy, so Shen Qinglan pushed Duan Ren away and said, "Don't... I don't want you to send me away, I'll leave by myself."

She staggered and really moved forward.

One moment he was shouting that he was going to eat a bowl of cake, another moment he was talking about going to a brothel, another moment he was saying that Duan Ren was a villain, and every chance he got, he would say that he was a villain.

With her serpentine movements, incoherent speech, and vague tone, Shen Qinglan's acting skills are not inferior to those of the former Master Gu.

Duan Ren couldn't tell, and he didn't have the intention to tell. He kept focusing on her footsteps, for fear that she would fall.

After all, there are a lot of people here, and if you really want to take her back, it won't be good for her reputation.

So he can only pay attention all the time.

But the gentler he was, the more noisy Shen Qinglan became.

Because... I'm greedy for his tenderness.

If he hadn't been drunk, he wouldn't have talked to himself like this.

Shen Qinglan didn't understand. Finally, when passing by the alley next to the inn, she stumbled over a stone and fell into Duan Ren's arms.

She stopped fussing, suddenly put her arms around his waist, put her ear against his chest, and heard the strong heartbeat again.

An inexplicable, soothing voice.

"Duan Ren..."

She shouted, her voice soft and sticky.

In the end, Duan Ren didn't push her away, but instead held her waist, fearing that she would slip down, and hummed.

Just such a simple word made Shen Qinglan feel a little pampered for some reason.

She nuzzled into his arms and said, "You smell like milk."

Duan Ren: "..."

When she passed Duan Ren in the evening, she thought she smelled it wrong.

Until now, she was sure, very clearly sure, that Duan Ren really had a sweet and milky scent.

Like... the taste of lactose.