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The private room was full of alcohol, He Ling crossed his legs, and sat on the window seat playing with his mobile phone. If his father had nothing to do, he would give a lecture. He would not want to participate in this kind of boring gathering with many friends and many ways.

Thinking of He Qing, he was in a bad mood, but someone didn't look at him, so he moved the chair closer to him at this time.

"Young Master He, I offer you a toast." The woman approached did not know how many bottles of perfume she had sprayed on before going out, and the clothes seemed to be fished out of the perfume, "Shall I put it on for you?"

As he spoke, he put his whole body into his arms, and He Ling raised his hand to push it. The woman probably drank a lot, and she couldn't even look at her eyes. While pushing the cup and changing it, the expensive goblet tilted severely. Most of the liquid in the cup spilled on He Ling's snow-white shirt.

The woman woke up from the wine in an instant, Huarong paled and got up in a panic, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Young Master He, I didn't mean it..."

The friend who was sitting on the opposite side of the table and who was a little familiar with He Ling hurried over, "What's the matter, you are so useless, you can't even have a drink with Young Master He, what else can you do?"

The woman bowed her head in a panic and wanted to apologize...

"Forget it, it's a big deal." He Ling had drunk three rounds, and his figure swayed slightly when he stood up, "I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it, you guys drink, I'll call a driver, I'll go back first."

"Farewell, Young Master He, we haven't finished the first half yet, you are disrespecting me."

He Ling: "When you find out, invite me less, don't... leave with me."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, picked up his coat and left the private room. Of course, no one dared to stop him.

Among the rich second generations in this house, his family is one of the richest. He is used to being a fool, and everyone thinks that he is not easy to get in touch with. Who would dare to make trouble with his He family.

After He Ling walked for a while, he turned to the door of the hotel's resplendent bathroom. He drank too much this night, and he inevitably felt a little drifting when he walked.

He Ling suddenly lost his memory, why did he come here?

After thinking for a while, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and he knew it was his dad calling in the middle of the night without even looking at it.

The phone automatically hung up and rang again. He looked in the direction of the bathroom. Anyway, he forgot what he was going to do, so he took it out and answered the phone.

"Are you in Jindi?"

A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and He Ling couldn't move his mind, and said angrily, "Dad, you've never finished, it's not that you let my friends have multiple ways, so there's nothing to do when you're free. Just go out to socialize more, I'm in Jindi Yindi, you don't have any AC in your heart?"

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

He Ling snorted!

He was so happy, he actually turned off He Qing's battery today.

"No way, dear father, why did you call me when you closed your mind today?"

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and the somewhat hoarse male voice asked, "Where are you at Jindi?"

He Ling turned a deaf ear, and continued to persuade the well-meaning people to the end, "You call the kid, find the kid to make you happy, I can't do it, I don't want to make you...uh..."

As He Ling spoke, his stomach churned, and he wobbled towards the bathroom...

After an unknown period of time, when he couldn't figure out how to get out of the toilet compartment door, the seemingly unlocked door of the compartment was pulled open from the outside.

Before He Ling could take two steps back, his legs softened and he was carried into the arms of the visitor.

Fuck, lose me!

He Ling was thinking about whether to apologize or transfer the money directly, when the person he bumped into said, "He Ling?"

Oh, it's the male voice on the phone just now.

Taking advantage of the last sliver of rationality, He Ling thought of his ultimate goal: "Dad, find me a substitute driver."

Shi Xi's handsome face seemed to be full of irritability, and the uncircumcised environment in the car was heavily smelled of alcohol.

For the third time, he asked He Ling, who didn't even recognize his drunken father in the co-pilot, "Your home address?"

"If you don't talk about it, I can only throw you to sleep on the road."

"I'll give you three seconds at the end, one, two...fuck..."

Cullinan eventually turned into an upscale neighborhood.

It took a lot of effort to help the drunk upstairs, but in the end Shi Xi stopped all kinds of unilateral sarcasm, and the man even called out "Dad".

Isn't it the responsibility of every father to bring a son who made a mistake home?

As soon as he entered the house, the drunk who stopped all the way finally started to commit suicide.

Standing in the living room in the posture of carrying rice, Shi Xi pondered which room to ruin with a blank expression, and just threw He Ling on the bed when the drunk stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

The smell of alcohol lingered on the tip of his nose, Shi Xi pulled the dog skin plaster manually, "Are you sick?"

He Ling was leaning close to his ear, spraying warm breaths on Shi Xi's ear.

"You let go."

He Ling didn't know which nerve was cramped, and his arms were getting tighter and tighter, "You smell so good, what perfume do you wear, my... baby."

When Shi Xi heard those two words, the expression on his face was stunned for a moment, and he heard his voice dry, "You drink too much, do you know who I am?"

"Fuck, I don't know who you are?" He Ling closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, but he couldn't figure out why. As he thought about it, the strength in his hands relaxed a little.

Shi Xi seized the opportunity and was just about to get up from him. He Ling, who had been drinking until he was drunk, somehow gained strength. He clasped Shi Xi's neck and raised his head slightly. In the next second, he kissed his lips. .

I don't know if it's because the entangled breath is too hot mixed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, or the other party's lips are too soft. It's the first time I touched such an unfamiliar field, Shi Xi raised the hand that wanted to tear He Ling away, and instead held him the nape of the neck.

After touching that small piece of skin, Shi Xi realized that his whole body was hot.

Knowing that the two of them were not breathing well, when they separated, Shi Xi's numb heart suddenly felt somewhat regretful.

"Do you know who I am?"

He Ling rubbed his eyes, looked at him in confusion for a long time, a little light appeared in his pupils, "You are Shixi, fuck, I finally caught you."

In the next second, He Ling raised his leg and hooked Shi Xi's waist, "You look pretty good."

"I just can't even smile. It's a fucking pity to match this face."

The two were close, and Shi Xi was still wrapped around his waist at this moment, so he didn't feel the slightest irritability. He followed the drunk man's words and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

He Ling licked his lower lip, "I'll give you a night, I've always been cheap, you can ask for a price, don't always put on a stinky face that I owe you 2000 million."

As he spoke, he put one hand into his trouser pocket, searched for a long time to find a few bank cards, and threw them on Shi Xi one after another.

But before he could react, the drunk closed his eyes, "You take the money first, and continue tomorrow morning."

"..."

The legs wrapped around his waist did not loosen.

The light in the room was very dark, only a bright ray of sunlight came in through the gap of the undrawn curtains, He Ling opened his dry eyes.

He felt uncomfortable after a hangover. He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to sit up, only to find that there was a hand on his waist. Although the joints were distinct and the fingers were long, it was clearly ten men's hands.

When He Ling drank too much, he would break up. He has a good capacity for alcohol, so generally speaking, he would not get drunk, and he has never encountered such a situation today. Who is he sleeping with?

He Ling's mind was blank when a hoarse male voice came from beside him, "Are you awake?"

As the self-awareness of the enemy, He Ling recognized who the voice was almost instantly.

"Who let you into my room?"

"Look clearly, whose house this is." The young man next to him got up from the bed, opened the heavy curtains, and the sun shone on his face. As his eyes adapted to the darkness, He Ling almost narrowed his eyes instantly.

Shi Xi walked back to the bed, "So what you said yesterday still counts?"

It took He Ling a few seconds to get used to the light, and when he saw Shi Xi's upper body, he suddenly had no idea, "Why did you tie me to your house, you... No, where are we?"

I wanted to be sarcastic at first, but after doing some activities, I found that apart from the uncomfortable feeling of a hangover, there was no other abnormality on my body. To humiliate others, it seems that he has no quality.

So He Ling touched his nose unhappily, and said irritably, "Of course I mean what I say, what did I say?"

Shi Xi: "You said continue this morning."

"Do you want to continue in the bathroom, or in another bedroom?"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on He Ling's back while waiting, when did he say this.

Could it be him who said it?

Is this idiot Shixi playing tricks on him?

"Have you figured out where it is?"

He Ling turned his head and looked around, feeling very headache, but he really couldn't save face, so he gritted his teeth, "I have a mental cleanliness addiction, and I don't sleep when others touch it."

"Okay, don't worry." Shi Xi said, "I just had a checkup a few days ago, and there are no problems in all aspects of my body. I'll get you the checkup report."

His expression was still grim, He Ling looked at his back who had already walked to the door, and looked all the way down, seeing someone wearing slippers on the wrong side.

He Ling: "..."

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