good luck

Song Ji let him look at him like this, but didn't respond any more.

Xu Ting simply suspected that he was provoking himself.

Zhou Qiwei noticed the commotion here, and yelled that he would pour Xu Ting again.

Zhang Heng picked up the wine bottle and made a gesture to pour it, but Zhao Gu saw that Xu Ting's face was flushed and his head was not clear-headed, so he stopped him, saying that he can't drink well, so let's forget it this time.

Zhou Qi was so prestige that he was frightened when he saw Xu Ting's face flushed, and finally realized that he was not a good drinker.

"Hey, kid, just now we said he has a good drinker capacity. Look at him like this, don't drink with him, let the children drink soup by themselves."

Xu Ting smiled at them gratefully, looking a little silly.

He sat next to Ren and the others were drinking lively, bowing his head to scoop up the soup by himself.

Xu Ting began to wonder whether Song Ji's slap just now was intentional or unintentional?

He frowned, pursed his lips, and looked very serious.

If it was intentional, then he was kind enough to help him out of the siege, no, if it was intentional, why didn't he give him a secret signal and wink at him?In the past, they used to do small things like this.

If it is unintentional. . .If it is unintentional. . .This is too arrogant!

Have you forgotten Chinese etiquette after eating foreign ink for several years abroad?

He was angrily angry.

Xu Ting, a fool who was no longer sober, finally thought it was the latter.

Before I changed, I apologized to me in a panic, and it really is different when I mature.

Since we met today, he didn't show me a good face, he was cold and ordered me to do things for him.

Although I was wrong at the beginning and kept ignoring him on purpose, but after so many years, do you still care about me?

Xu Ting's brain dominated by alcohol began to run wild without logic.

When he drinks too many people, he will think wildly, just like a child, he doesn't make sense or think logically.

But people are obedient, and they don't get drunk. Sitting alone, if it weren't for the look on their faces, they wouldn't be able to tell that they were drunk.

A group of people drank so much that they almost started to reminisce about high school.

I don't know who mentioned the imperial concubine dance that Xu Ting danced in reverse at the New Year's Day party in the first semester of his sophomore year of high school.

Wu Weiwei was the cultural and entertainment committee member at that time, and she was sitting at another table. At this time, she somehow heard them talking about this matter, and she also intervened.

"I still remember that Xu Ting danced well. It was thanks to him that our class got a little limelight and won an award in the end."

Zhao or joked: "I forget who said at the time that you can bend for Xu Ting, hahahahahahahahaha."

"You said it like this, I remember we went out to play once, it seemed like a big adventure game, did Song Ji kiss Xu Ting?" a male classmate asked.

"Oh~" Everyone finally found a chance to tease Song Ji, and they all went to see him.

Song Ji was a little indifferent: "Really? It's been too long, so I don't remember much."

Everyone couldn't see the teasing, so he went to Xu Ting again, waiting to see the other's reaction.

Unexpectedly, everyone was shocked when they saw it, Xu Ting was sitting on the black leather sofa in the corner, closing his eyes and resting.

His face was a little redder than before. His skin was originally fair, but now it looks even more translucent.

The eyes are closed, long and dense eyelashes cover the eyes, and the decorative crystal lights on the wall next to it are dim, making the eyelashes cast a small shadow.

The end of the eyes was a bright color, slightly redder than the surrounding skin color, as if painted with rouge.

Looking down, the mouth is red, the neck is also red, the protruding throat is also red, and the collarbone exposed under the collar is pink.

Everyone thought, this time the imperial concubine is really drunk. She said that the young man is handsome, but she still looks delicate.

Xu Ting didn't know that he was like this after drinking, he thought that his colleagues stopped him because he reacted too much.

In fact, he drank too much and was a little too flamboyant. Although he was a man, most people would not have any strange ideas, but he was not very serious on the business table.

Therefore, he is generally not allowed to drink, and he is also afraid that if he encounters someone with ill intentions.

I don't know who coughed a few times in embarrassment, and everyone turned their eyes away.

"For a good-looking young man like Xu Ting, I don't know what kind of good girl he will match him with in the future."

"Yeah, hey, does he have a date now?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask him just now."

. . .

Several female students talked about it curiously.

Here, Chen Jiafeng asked Zhao He in a worried voice, "How much did Xu Ting drink just now? Why does he look drunk?"

Zhao You was also surprised: "It shouldn't be so. I sat next to him and saw that he had only drank half a glass of white, and Song Ji accidentally spilled the remaining half. I am a white beer and red bastard today. It’s okay to drink a lot.”

"Let's go and see him."

Chen Jiafeng was not at ease, so he called them together.

Song Ji paused, hesitated, and followed.

When they approached the sofa, Zhao Ru rubbed Xu Ting's head, then patted him on the shoulder lightly, leaned down and asked, "Xu Ting, Xu Ting, are you drunk? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Ji watched from the side, his fingers hanging on one side moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

After a few seconds, Xu Ting opened his eyes in a daze, raised his head and saw Zhao's zoomed-in face, and was stunned for a moment.

He glanced again, and Song Ji was standing in front of him, looking at him quietly, his eyes were too deep.

Xu Ting turned his head a little guilty.

He said to Zhao or them: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm just sitting here sobering up, I just drank too much, and I'm a little dizzy."

He has been here for nearly ten minutes, and just went to the bathroom to vomit and wash his face, and he is much more awake.

It's just that his eyes are still suffocated, and he looks like he is very drunk. He wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but he would have almost fallen asleep if Zhao He hadn't called him.

Seeing that Xu Ting was fine, Zhao or the others stopped worrying and sat down beside him to chat.

After chatting for a while, everyone had almost eaten, and it was time to drink

All the wine is also drunk.

So I packed up and prepared the men to share it equally to check out.

Just as he was about to give money to Zhang Heng, Song Ji said that he had already settled the bill in advance.

Several people blamed him for not saying anything and wanted to give him money.

Song Ji refused, saying that he hadn't attended the party for many years, and he just came back now, so he should invite everyone.

After going back and forth, the others didn't insist anymore.

Zhang Heng also bluntly said that the squad leader was too polite, and that the leader should take over the responsibility for the next meeting, and he could finally step aside.

A group of people were walking and chatting. It was 08:30 in the evening. It was still early, and some people proposed to go to the second booth to sing together.

But some men and women with families refused to say that we will get together next time, and it is not good to go home too late.

They didn't insist anymore, everyone said a few words to each other, the ladies hugged and said goodbye, and said that they would go shopping together next time.

The men shook hands and said that they had a good time drinking and chatting today. Now that the squad leader is back, they can hold more activities.

They separated, those who did not drink went to the parking lot and drove away, some who drank took taxis, and some waited for the driver.

Song Ji asked Zhao or the others how to get there. Zhao or Xu told them to wait for the driver, and Chen Jiafeng and Zhou Qiwei were going to take a taxi together.

Song Ji said that his driver was nearby, and invited Chen and Zhou to ride in his car.

Both Chen Jiafeng and Zhou Qiwei said they would not bother him anymore, it was too dark to catch up, and they were afraid of traffic jams on Saturday night.

Song Ji didn't insist anymore, and said that he had just returned to China and he hadn't settled down yet.

After a while, they will get together again, which is considered a group activity in the dormitory.

Hearing him talk about group activities, the others couldn't help laughing as if they remembered some routine.

Xu Ting's reaction was a little slow, and he felt that the words of group activities in the dormitory were a bit familiar, and he thought about it for a while before remembering, and couldn't help laughing.

The distance was shortened at once, they chatted for a while in the midsummer evening breeze, and exchanged WeChat with Song Ji, Chen Jiafeng and Zhou Qiwei took a taxi first and left.

Song Ji also made a call, and after a while, a black Cayenne stopped at the door, and the driver came down to open the door.

Both Xu Ting and Zhao Or were a little surprised. Although they knew that Song Ji's family conditions should be good, it was still a bit beyond their imagination.

From this point of view, they are very professional private drivers, and they drive a brand new Cayenne as soon as they come back. They are either rich or expensive, but they didn't show anything.

People will mature, if you bluff and tease like before, it will only embarrass everyone.

Besides, in their hearts, Song Ji was different from those rich people who needed to please for work.

Xu Ting and Zhao Or looked at each other, but they didn't say anything tacitly.

Song Ji said goodbye to them. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally reached out to hug Xu Ting, a short hug with a little strength, the kind between brothers.

His lowered head was right next to Xu Tie's ear, Song Ji said Xu Tie, let's get together again.

The voice was calm and calm, and he backed away after speaking, hugged Zhao or again, waved and turned to get in the car.

Xu Ting was at a loss.

. . .

Before going to bed that night, he started thinking about Song Ji after a long absence.

Xu Ting felt like he was back in high school. At that time, he had a crush on Song Ji and thought of him every night before he fell asleep in bed.

Thinking about what he and Song Ji did and talked about this day.

He often fell asleep thinking about it like this.

Sometimes I also fall into entanglement and pain, and often go to bed later than usual.

Xu Ting sighed, and turned over, remembering that today he saw Song Ji, who was 28 years old ten years later, and it was still like a dream.

He recalled the hug of Song Ji when they parted, the faint smell of men's perfume on his body, the strong arms hugging him, and he could feel the layer of muscles under the shirt.

Xu Ting stretched out his arms and tensed them up. Looking at his biceps, he curled his lips in frustration.

At that time, he vowed to alienate Song Ji, thinking that by doing so, he would stop liking him.

The result is alienation, but in the end I still like it.

His heartbeat couldn't lie to himself, and he couldn't control it if he got a little closer.

Xu Ting felt strange that he hadn't waited for Song Ji on purpose for so many years, why he couldn't forget him.

In fact, he also made a serious boyfriend or two.

But no matter which one seems to be Song Ji's.

The seniors I met in college were also tall and big like Song Ji, with a cheerful personality and slender, beautiful and clean hands like Song Ji.

He talked with the senior in a flat manner for two months, but he still didn't feel moved, and finally broke up.