The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

Wu Jing felt like he was floating in the clouds for a while, and for a while he was crushed and breathless in the mud.

Until he realized that he was walking fast on someone's back, the discomfort and nausea in his stomach suddenly surged up, accompanied by a burst of rapid breathing, and he finally vomited on the back with a "wow". On his back.

The man seemed to pause, and then a helpless voice with a little anger sounded above Wu Jing's head: "How much did you drink?"

Wu Jing chuckled, wrinkled his nose because of the smell from his own vomit, and said dizzily, "No, not much, just two cups."

He stretched out a small palm and compared it in front of people: "Five, fifty degrees, I'm awesome..."

Yan Xinguang was almost annoyed by his smug voice, which even had a hint of showing off, and his voice became a little higher, "You don't know how much you drink? On purpose?"

Wu Jing was so frightened by his voice that his neck shrank, and his head slowly rubbed against his neck, his voice unknowingly carried a hint of grievance: "I didn't do it on purpose... Who gave me the drink... Besides, the taste of the first cup is really sweet, like cola, but the second cup is a bit spicy..."

As he spoke, he became even more aggrieved, and even became a little bit crying: "It's bitter and spicy, and my tongue is numb."

The anger in Yan Xinguang's body soaked by his soft voice also softened a little, and he couldn't say any more accusations.

He just picked up a goblet and smashed Ye Qi, the broken glass shard cut a bloody gash on his forearm, at this moment he was hurting intermittently, and the blood flowed down his arm, bit by bit It flowed onto Wu Jing's trouser leg on his arm.

Yan Xinguang whispered: "Then you can't come here alone, do you know where this is?"

He couldn't forget that he checked his whereabouts according to what Wu Pei said, and found this area, one bar after another, until someone went to a gay bar to watch the excitement and said that two middle school students were fighting , the anger and panic in my heart.

Thinking of this, he wanted to scold the person on his back again, the best way to make him remember forever.

When this thought came to him, he was slightly taken aback.After pausing for a while, Yan Xinguang lifted Wu Jing up, probably out of breath, with a little force.

Wu Jing drank and got into a fight again. Right now, every part of his body hurts. Yan Xin's bare arms were still stiff.

Wu Jing stared bitterly at the head of the person who was carrying her back, and her mind was a little drowsy, remembering why she came out to drink, and soon remembered how disgusting this person was.

Old and new grudges welled up in her heart together, Wu Jing let out a groan, and bit him on the shoulder, making a muffled groan from the bite.

Yan Xinguang gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

Wu Jing didn't let go.

Just like that, Yan Xinguang was bitten by him while walking forward with his back.

Wu Jing didn't let go until he estimated that a deep tooth mark had been bitten on his shoulder.

Yan Xinguang heard a particularly aggrieved voice on his back, like a child whose favorite things had been robbed: "Yan Xinguang, you bastard, you lied to me."

Yan Xinguang's heart shrank fiercely.

Wu Jing sobbed softly, crying and cursing on his back incoherently with his tongue out, tears and snot all on his clothes, Yan Xinguang's clothes were no longer visible.

"You lied to me and played me for a fool. You clearly, clearly knew that I was...why didn't you tell me!"

The topic turned bluntly, but both of them understood what they were referring to.

Yan Xinguang opened his mouth, but the little drunk didn't seem to want to listen to his answer at all, he just thrashed and bit his back crazily, almost fell down, he could only tighten his back even tighter .

It was getting dark, and the streets of City C were bustling with activity. The colorful neon lights illuminated the entire city in a bizarre way. Passers-by looked at these two weird-behaving teenagers in horror.

Yan Xinguang walked here with his back, stopped, and thought about where to go.

With this look, he definitely can't go home, not to mention that Wu Jing's family can't go back, Ji Ran is still living in his own villa in City C.

Both of them were bruised and purple, especially Wu Jing was still reeking of alcohol, so it would definitely be troublesome if they were discovered.

Yan Xinguang stood by the side of the road, hailed a taxi, and asked him to take him to the nearest hotel.

When he arrived, he gave his name.The lobby manager gave him a room card for a senior suite, and looked curiously at the person on his back.

Wu Jing was so drunk that he passed out. When he was brought into the room, he was still breathing steadily on Yan Xinguang's back.

After entering the room, Yan Xinguang carried him into the bathroom first, filled the bathtub with hot water, and then worried about Wu Jing who was wrapped around him and still had his arms around his waist.

With his appearance, it is impossible to expect him to take a bath by himself.

But if he was asked to take off Wu Jing's clothes, he felt a bit hesitant to do so.

It was the first time that Yan Xinguang encountered such an embarrassing scene when he grew up so big.

The water in the bathtub was almost overflowing, he gritted his teeth and reached out to take off Wu Jing's clothes, his hands trembling a little.

Wu Jing's skin was very fair, but not that sickly white, because of the alcohol and the heat in the bathroom, his whole body was covered in powder.

Yan Xinguang quickly took off his clothes as expressionlessly as possible, and then put him into the bathtub to soak, while he quickly went to the sink, turned on the faucet, splashed some cold water, and washed his face.

After he cleaned up both of them, he wrapped them in a big bath towel and put them on the bed, and then saw Wu Jing's vibrating cell phone.

The name flashing on it is Zhou Shuyun.

Yan Xinguang glanced at Wu Jing who was sleeping like a pig, took a deep breath, and answered the phone calmly.

"Aunt Zhou."

"Well, it's me."

"I ate with him in the restaurant and he went to wash his hands."

"Okay, no problem, I'll talk to him."

"Oh, by the way, Auntie, Wu Jing won't be going home tonight. It's too far away from the suburbs. I'll take him...back to my house."

"No trouble."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Yan Xinguang felt a tingling pain on his forearm, and only then remembered that both of them were still injured.

Wu Jing was fine, mainly because of a little bruise on his abdomen, but he was a little more serious, not only had many bruises on his face and body, but also a bloody gash on his arm.

Yan Xinguang sighed, straightened him up, carefully opened his clothes and looked at the bruises on his stomach, reckoning that it would not be healed tomorrow.

After thinking for a while, he dialed the hotel's internal line and asked someone to deliver a medicine kit and clean clothes.After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wu Jing stretched out his hand and slapped him on the stomach in a daze, unconsciously, probably because he was disturbed by his voice just now.

The bad guy turned over and continued to sleep soundly. The moonlight shone on his slightly puffed face, which was as smooth as jade.

Yan Xinguang couldn't help touching his hair, thinking, he looks so cute when he's asleep, but he's not at all like the crazy biting cat just now.