If the reminder fails, you will be teased

After Luo Wangshu finished speaking, he lowered his eyes again, and his eyes fell on the toe of Qiao Wei's shoes: "I don't have an uncle either."

Luo's father is the only son, and Luo Wangshu doesn't remember that there is an uncle who is related to him in the family.

Qiao Wei: "..."

He suddenly understood why Li Shengnan insisted on emphasizing to him that Luo Wangshu was really drunk when he saw him coming.

Qiao Wei knelt down on one knee in front of Luo Wangshu helplessly and amusedly, raised her hand to cover his back, looked at the bewildered eyes that were slightly widened because of his sudden approach, and thought to herself that the little white rabbit would still be drunk even if he was drunk. So cute and quiet that it hurts.

"May I take you home?" Qiao Wei involuntarily lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of scaring him.He spread his hands beside Luo Wangshu's, motioning for him to hold his own.

Luo Wangshu blinked slowly, looked at his left hand, then at his right hand, frowning, hesitantly squeezed Qiao Wei's fingertips.

When Qiao Wei was touched so lightly by him, he always felt that a fluffy little white rabbit was rubbing back and forth in the softest part of his heart in a daze.

My heart is melting, it's really melting.

Just when Qiao Wei thought that Luo Wangshu had finished playing with his hands, and finally realized that he should stand up and walk with him, Luo Wangshu slowly put his hands back on his knees, and made eye contact with him again. Under the soft lighting, it is particularly firm, and the tone of voice also reveals a lovely seriousness: "I want to wait for my father."

Qiao Wei: "..."

"...Waiting for Dad?" Qiao Wei had no choice but to cover the back of his hand again. The delicate touch from the fingertips made him unable to resist rubbing the skin twice with his thumb, and the corners of his mouth and brows were full of helplessness. smile. "Does your dad know you're here?"

The slender small fan fanned up and down: "I know."

"You can only go back when your father comes, and someone else will pick you up, isn't that okay?" Qiao Wei looked at him patiently and smiled.

Luo Wangshu nodded firmly, his sight was difficult to focus due to drunkenness, his watery eyes were misty, looking innocent and lovable.

How could such a person exist in the world.

Qiao Wei looked at him fixedly, repeating the same sentence back and forth in his mind,

"But your father has something to do right now, so he doesn't have time to come and pick you up." Qiao Wei half-kneeled in front of him, feeling more and more that something was wrong with their conversation. "So let uncle come to pick you up instead of him, will you go with me?"

Hearing his words, Luo Wangshu's eyes became more dazed, he lowered his head in a daze, and moved closer to Qiao Wei, his eyes moved on his face, as if he was carefully identifying his facial features.

The warm breath of the young man immediately poured on Qiao Wei's mouth and nose. In addition to the light body odor, there was also a vague smell of alcohol, which made Qiao Wei's breath even hotter.

Luo Wangshu looked at him carefully for a while, then slowly sat up straight, and his voice became cheerful: "Okay." The ending sound was still a little rising.

Qiao Wei looked away, took a deep breath, then turned around and turned his back to Luo Wangshu: "Come on, I'll carry you."

Luo Wangshu didn't answer, Qiao Wei was about to look back, two lotus-like arms stretched out from his shoulders, the thin muscles showed slender lines with his movements, gently intertwined On his neck, there was a high body temperature affected by alcohol.

Immediately afterwards, the same warm body was pressed against the back, and this oppressive feeling made Qiao Wei's body tense suddenly.He could vaguely hear the sound of breathing close to his ears, and the Adam's apple on his neck was also stirred slightly by the faint fragrance that came.

"Why, don't you go?" Luo Wangshu asked him, and the smell suddenly became stronger.

Qiao Wei closed his eyes, took another long breath, calmed down and looked back at the pair of beautiful eyes that were very close to him, and teased him with a smile: "Say 'drive'?"

The corners of Luo Wangshu's eyes lit up, and then he bent up: "Drive!"

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Wei stood up from the ground supporting his tight and flexible buttocks. The weight of his back filled his whole heart, and it was very comfortable and warm.

He carried Luo Wangshu back to the parking place, let him sit in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt carefully, took out a thin blanket from the trunk, turned on the air conditioner and covered him: "You are drunk now, sitting in the back seat, you may feel uncomfortable when you brake, but the front will be better. If you are sleepy, just sit here for a while and don't take your arms out of the blanket."

Luo Wangshu looked at him, moved her fingertips in the soft blanket, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

"If I'm driving too fast and make you feel uncomfortable, tell me too." Qiao Wei started the engine and warned again. "OK?"

"Okay." Luo Wangshu smiled innocently at him, revealing a sweetness that is not greasy, making people feel soft.

Qiao Wei drove through two intersections and finally realized what was wrong with the conversation he had just had with Luo Wangshu.

I'm going to wait for my dad.

Your father can't come over, let your uncle come to pick you up.

Isn't this a classic quote from a few years ago when traffickers abducted and trafficked children?

Qiao Wei was funny and worried, if someone wanted to kidnap the drunk Luo Wangshu, they wouldn't even need a lollipop.

Obviously he was completely drunk, but Luo Wangshu would not seize every opportunity to sleep like the others.

He nestled quietly in the passenger seat, the blanket was well covered over his shoulders, covering his arms, he squinted his eyes lazily, tilted his head outward, and cast his dazed gaze out of the car window and into it The lights of the street lamps are split into exquisite and beautiful shapes by the facial features.

There was a red light at the intersection ahead, Luo Wangshu frowned slightly the moment Qiao Wei braked.

Qiao Wei put his hand on his cheek, warmly: "Uncomfortable?"

Luo Wangshu retracted his gaze, looked at the blanket on his body, and then slowly raised his eyes to look at Qiao Wei.

I don't know if it's Qiao Wei's psychological effect, Luo Wangshu's appearance fell into his eyes, and there was always a feeling that he had been wronged so much that he couldn't express it.

"You have to say it's uncomfortable." Qiao Wei rubbed the space between his frowning brows and emphasized.

When Luo Wangshu heard this sentence, the corners of his mouth moved, and he murmured softly: "I... have an upset stomach."

"Thinking of throwing up?" Qiao Wei felt a pain in his heart, and immediately opened the locker in the car, trying to find the garbage bag.

"No." Luo Wangshu shook his head, lowered his head slightly, trying to express his feelings, speaking slowly. "In the car, I'm a little sick. But I won't vomit." As he spoke, he looked at Qiao Wei again, with a hint of caution, as if he wanted to assure Qiao Wei that he would not get his car dirty. .

Qiao Wei's heart was almost pulled together by him: "If you want to vomit, just vomit."

"I don't want to." Luo Wangshu lowered his eyes and lowered his voice.

Qiao Wei sounded as if he was wronged by what he said, as if he wanted to say that he really didn't want to vomit, so why did he keep making him vomit.

"Does that mean you don't want to stay in the car?" Qiao Wei glanced at the red light ahead, and there were still 15 seconds left.

Luo Wangshu frowned and tilted his head to the left, hesitating.

Qiao Wei pinched his pink cheeks distressedly, looked at him full of encouragement, and emphasized again: "Speak."

"En." Luo Wangshu closed his eyes when he nodded, and opened them only when he raised his head. His movements were so cute. "Don't want to be in the car."

"Okay." Qiao Wei responded immediately, and patted his head appreciatively. "Be patient for a while, and we'll get off the bus right away."

He quickly turned on the navigation, found the nearest parking lot, stepped on the accelerator when the red light turned green, and turned around.

"Come on." After getting out of the car, Qiao Wei went around to the passenger door, opened the seat belt for Luo Wangshu, and stretched out a hand to him. "You come out first, and I will carry you on my back."

"Shall we walk back?" Luo Wangshu handed him his hand meekly. When he got out of the car, he staggered and was held tightly by Qiao Wei's arms.

"...It's a bit difficult to walk back." Qiao Wei closed the car door and smiled helplessly.

Luo Wangshu blinked puzzledly: "Why?"

"Your home is very far from here, you will be tired." Qiao Wei explained.

Luo Wangshu frowned disapprovingly, and hummed softly, "I can walk back."

Qiao Wei dug out the number of the hotel he was more familiar with from the address book, put away the phone after booking the room, smiled and looked at the little drunk who couldn't stand still, and deliberately teased him: "Then you still remember your Where is home?"

Luo Wangshu nodded without hesitation.

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Where is it?"

Luo Wangshu raised his hand, stretched out his index finger, and pointed to a corner of the parking lot.

Qiao Wei followed his fingers and turned his head to look, and there was a house-shaped art trash can over there.

Qiao Wei: "..."

"It's not your home there." Qiao Min suppressed a smile and squeezed his fingers into his palms, and put more strength on his shoulders, as if he was afraid that Luo Wangshu would walk over by himself.

"Isn't it?" Luo Wangshu was disappointed, and lowered his eyelashes angrily.

"No." Qiao Wei ruffled his hair. "Is it still disgusting now?"

"...a little bit."

"I'll take you to the hotel to rest for a while, and then help you make grape juice, okay?" Qiao Wei discussed with him. "Drink some grape juice, and the nausea will be less obvious."

Luo Wangshu also looked at him: "Aren't you going home?"

"Your home is too far away." Qiao Wei continued. "I'll take you back tomorrow when you feel better." He pointed to his car, "You still feel sick to your stomach while sitting in the car."

Luo Wangshu pursed the corners of his mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach, nodded hesitantly, and agreed: "Okay then."

Qiao Wei borrowed Luo Wangshu's mobile phone to call Li Shengnan, and asked the other party to contact Luo Wangshu's parents to explain the situation.

"I'll carry you over." Qiao Wei wanted to squat down first, fearing that he would not be able to stand still, so he asked Luo Wangshu to hold the car, and then he turned around and squatted down, carrying him up just like when he was going to pick him up.

Luo Wangshu was carried out of the parking lot by him, and suddenly leaned on his shoulder and asked him, "Why did you get up by yourself?"

"Huh?" Qiao Wei turned to look at him. "What?"

Luo Wangshu blinked: "You stood up by yourself."

"Because I want to carry you behind my back." Qiao Wei was a little puzzled and coaxed him. "If I don't stand up, how can I walk behind my back?"

"But," Luo Wangshu tightly wrapped his arms around his neck in aggrieved manner, and buried half of his face in his arms. "I haven't said 'drive' yet."