Meng 49 sword

I advise you to drink more wine, and I advise you to cherish your youth.

The smell of wine was strong and the moonlight was sultry, Zhao Haiping took Meng Qiqi to drink bowl after bowl, wanting to drink to his heart's content.He was happy today, so he drank more when he was happy, and after drinking, he patted Meng Qiqi on the back and called him brother and brother.

The two chatted from Tiannan to Haibei, and they talked about the child from the initial high spirits to nodding his head and dozing off. When the food on the table was finished, it was Shen Qingya who rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to fry a plate of green vegetables, afraid that they would drink too much. hurt the body.

After drinking, Meng Qiqi couldn't hold on any longer and lay down on the table.His drinking capacity was completely trained by Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng was a person who drank wine like water. Meng Qiqi followed him to get close to Zhu Zhechi, and his drinking capacity naturally increased.But today, when they met Zhao Haiping with such a large number, they were still defeated.

Zhao Haiping was still sober, looked at Meng Qiqi who was drunk and laughed: "You have today, Zhou Zhoulang!"

Well, this is also drunk.

Zhao Haiping looked at Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan again, frowned for a while and thought for a while, then said to Shen Qingya: "Little brother Shen, take care of my Shiro and help him back to his room..."

Shen Qingya seems to be able to take care of others, as for the one next to him, he is cold, no way.

But Meng Qiqi raised his head at this moment, squinted drunkenly at the people around him, and then threw himself on Chen Boyan.He wrapped his hands around Chen Boyan's neck, rubbed his head on his shoulders, found a comfortable position, and lay still on his stomach.

What is Shiro doing?

The one sitting next to her is not a girl.

Zhao Haiping stared at the two of them blankly, unable to turn his head for a moment.

Shen Qingya stood up at the right time to support Zhao Haiping, and said: "Uncle Zhao, let me help you go back to your room to rest. During this time, Mr. Fang has been taking care of Shiro. They are nephews from the same school, and they are fine."

"Ah? That's right..." Zhao Haiping couldn't turn his head around, and there was no doubt about him.

Chen Boyan's heart beat a little fast, and when Meng Qiqi suddenly threw himself on top of him, he was stunned.Feeling that Meng Qiqi was sliding down, he belatedly grabbed her.

His whole body is hot.

The smell of wine seems to be fragrant.

When she came to her senses, Shen Qingya and Zhao Haiping were gone.Chen Boyan picked up Meng Qiqi like a child in this posture, and found the only guest room where the candles were not lit.

I can't go back to the inn tonight, but fortunately Zhao Haiping asked Xiao Tong to prepare the bedding early in the morning.

There was no light in the room yet, and it was pitch black. Chen Boyan gently put Meng Qiqi on the bed, helped him take off his shoes, socks and coat, covered him with the quilt, and then went to fetch water.

But as soon as he turned around, a foot hooked his thigh.

He looked back and saw that the quilt that had just been covered was pitifully huddled in a corner of the bed, while Meng Qiqi was lying on the bed with one hand propped on his side, his eyes were not clear, and he asked him inexplicably, "Where are you going?"

Chen Boyan grabbed his ankle, put his foot down, and said, "I'll go get some hot water."

Meng Qiqi was dizzy, no matter what he heard, it sounded like a monk chanting, but he still instinctively grabbed Chen Boyan, curled up on the bed like a rascal, then looked up at him, He asked persistently, "I asked where are you going?"

Chen Boyan didn't reason with drunk people, leaned over and pulled the quilt to cover his open collar again, and said softly: "I'll get some hot water to wash your face, little uncle wait here for a while, I'll be right back .”

The monk started chanting scriptures again, and Meng Qiqi had a headache and was irritable.The old Chen Fangjun was not like this, not at all, even if you put a sword around his neck, he would not leave.

An evil fire rushed into his heart, and Meng Qiqi kicked Chen Boyan, "Go, go, get out!"

This kick was so soft that there was really no strength in it, but Chen Boyan's eyes dimmed suddenly, he took a deep breath, finally held back, and strode towards the door.

He needs to calm down.

The well water was very cold, just enough to calm Chen Boyan's restlessness.When he wiped off the drops of water on his face, he couldn't help laughing—what's the difference between him like this and a brat who is easily teased out of proportion?

The hot water boiled by the boy was already cold, so Chen Boyan spent some time boiling new hot water, and brought it back to his room.But as soon as he reached the door, he found someone sitting on the threshold.

Meng Qiqi got off the bed at some point, and sat on the threshold by herself, staring at the moon in a daze, with bare feet, clothes half-unbuttoned, and hair loose.

Perhaps it was because of drinking, his cheeks were still flushed, his eye sockets were reddish, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be sad.

Chen Boyan couldn't care less about the hot water, he put the basin aside, then strode up to Meng Qiqi, took off his coat and put it on him, reaching out to check his temperature.

"Little Martial Uncle, why did you come out?" Chen Boyan asked.

"I'm looking for Mr. Fang." Meng Qiqi murmured, her head still seemed dizzy, and she couldn't help rubbing her hands.

Chen Boyan grabbed his hand, squatted down, and said, "I'm here, little uncle."

Meng Qiqi narrowed her eyes and looked at him for a while, reached out to touch his face, then shook her head, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fang, don't call me little uncle..."

Chen Boyan's heart seemed to be stabbed, and the natal sword hanging on his dantian trembled slightly.He couldn't help but slow down again, and said, "Shall we go in first?"

Meng Qiqi refused, but wanted to sit here and wait for his Fang Jun to come back.

Chen Boyan came back, but he didn't believe that it was his Chen Fangjun.Drunk and running away rationally, the little mad dog and the 25-year-old Meng Qiqi merged wonderfully together, both childish and paranoid, and no one would listen to persuasion.

Meng Qiqi hugged her knees, tried her best to shrink herself into a ball, and refused to approach anyone.

Chen Boyan tried to carry him back into the room, but once he stretched out his hand, Meng Qiqi would show a strong aggressiveness, and the cold light in his eyes flashed, like a wild beast that chooses to eat someone.Chen Boyan had no doubt that he could break his own neck with bare hands.

"Don't touch me." Meng Qiqi's voice became a little hoarse.

But Chen Boyan still stretched out his hand firmly, grasping the sharp sword out of its sheath with his flesh and blood.When he held onto his shoulder, his palm seemed to be cut by a knife, it was Meng Qiqi's origin force mobilized by himself to attack outsiders.

Meng Qiqi was still drunk, it was almost an instinctive reaction.

Perhaps he fell asleep so vigilantly when he couldn't sleep peacefully and was in trouble countless times.

"Get lost." Meng Qiqi looked at Chen Boyan coldly, but her eyes were slightly red, so she couldn't be considered vicious anyway.

The natal sword trembled violently again, Chen Boyan leaned over to hug him regardless of Meng Qiqi's self-defense, stroked his back with both hands, and whispered in Meng Qiqi's ear, "Then tell me, who I am?"

Meng Qiqi's eyes became more and more confused, and his vigilance gradually subsided, but he couldn't answer.He actually recognized it, the person in front of him was the one he was waiting for, but there seemed to be something wrong.

Chen Boyan had no choice but to whisper in his ear over and over again: "I'm back, I'm Chen Fangjun, I didn't leave..."

Meng Qiqi didn't say a word, just listened.Every time Chen Boyan said a word, his defense was reduced by one point. In the end, he completely relaxed and leaned on Chen Boyan's chest.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice aggrieved.

"Go and boil some hot water for you." Chen Boyan replied truthfully.

"Hot water is not as important to me."

"Yes, I understand."

"I'm a little cold..."

As Meng Qiqi said, she couldn't help hugging him with her backhand, and burrowed into his arms more intimately.Chen Boyan only felt that his body was hot and dry, and the hidden sword marks between his brows seemed to be heating up. He stabilized the increasingly naughty sword in his dantian, and wanted to carry Meng Qiqi back to his room.

But this movement of his just made Meng Qiqi's lips brush against his Adam's apple.Meng Qiqi dazedly kissed something, knew it was Chen Fangjun, and stuck out her tongue to lick it.

Meng Qiqi smiled, her slender eyebrows were like a crooked moon.Like a child who succeeded in playing a prank, but in those blurred eyes, there seemed to be brewing an intoxicating lust that could burn Chen Boyan to death.

Chen Boyan stood up abruptly, breathing heavily, the small silver sword in his dantian trembled violently, and almost ran out.

It is trembling, it is excited, it seems to have life, it is skinny.

Meng Qiqi thought that Chen Boyan's mind was not disturbed enough, so he reached out and hugged his thigh, and leaned on his leg, refusing to move.

"Come back to the room with me, okay?" Chen Boyan persuaded.

Meng Qiqi shook her head, rubbing her warm cheek against Chen Boyan's thigh through the cloth.

Chen Boyan: "...don't make trouble, go back to the room with me."

Chen Boyan's tone became a little tougher, Meng Qiqi frowned, and a sentence popped out of his chaotic mind, "You won't sleep with me."

Chen Boyan: "..."

The next moment, Chen Boyan grabbed Meng Qiqi by the collar and carried him to his shoulder, and forced him back into the room.

"Bang." The door was closed by Chen Boyan with a flick of his sleeve, Meng Qiqi was thrown on the bed, and she suddenly regained consciousness.He rubbed the center of his brows, he couldn't remember what happened just now, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Chen Boyan's face close in front of him.

It was so close that he saw a scorching fire in Chen Boyan's eyes.

As soon as the fire burned, the aroma of the wine that was blown away by the wind seemed to become stronger again.

Chen Boyan seemed to be a little drunk too, otherwise he wouldn't have kissed his lips so irrationally, pushed him down on the bed, pressed him forcefully to let him cooperate with him, let their breaths blend without leaving any gaps, as if to Let his soul engrave his own mark.

"Hmm..." Meng Qiqi was forced to raise her head to meet her, and there was a tingling pain on her lips, as if she had been bitten.But Chen Boyan's familiar aura made him feel at ease, and this stability also comforted Chen Boyan, making his movements gradually softer.

Meng Qiqi finally took a breath, and turned her head absently, which happened to expose her scarred collarbone in front of Chen Boyan.

The tender kiss landed on the collarbone, and Meng Qiqi's whole body trembled slightly, his brain was completely useless.

But Chen Boyan didn't continue in the end, he leaned over and hugged Meng Qiqi tightly, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After all, he still didn't want to have anything to do with Meng Qiqi under such circumstances. He seemed to be taking advantage of others' danger, and he obviously hadn't recovered his memory yet, but he took up the identity of the old Chen Fangjun.

The moonlight came in, illuminating the unlit room—the heartless little mad dog, who had had enough tossing around, leaned against him and fell asleep.

"Little Martial Uncle..." Chen Boyan kissed his earlobe again, and said, "If this continues, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you again before I recover my memory..."

The hoarse whisper gradually settled in the charming moonlight.

Meng Qiqi turned over, her brows relaxed, as if she had a sweet dream.

Not long after, Meng Qiqi fell into a deep sleep, and Chen Boyan went out to fetch the pot of hot water.It's just that after such a long time, the hot water is cold.

Chen Boyan laughed, it seems that the only way tonight is to wash with cold water, just right.