After the stand-in resigned

Afraid that Anfan would blame her, Chen Qing innocently excused herself: "I don't know, Ting Li wanted to say that she didn't drink much, and somehow she got drunk."

Speaking of feeling strange, Chen Qing wondered again: "Ling Ran didn't drink like that before, and she didn't get drunk after drinking a lot." Before An Fan wanted to break up, this person drank like a puddle and still went to find him.

An Fan felt that the person on her body became heavy, and she was about to slide down, so she hurriedly supported her and hugged the person in her arms, thinking, of course it is different, this is amnesia.

It turns out that people who lose their memory even drink less, An Fan came to this conclusion, dragged Ling Ran drunk, and bid farewell to Ye Shu and the others.

Ye Shu stopped him, worry was written on his face: "Shall I find someone to take you back?"

An Fan said no: "I asked the driver to pick it up."

The driver was on call at any time. As soon as he received An Fan's call, he immediately waited at the entrance of the hotel. After a while, people came out, helping each other, their backs were not straight, and it seemed quite strenuous.

He hurriedly got out of the car to help, but unexpectedly the drunken boss wouldn't let him touch him at all. His hair brushed against his arm, and when he dodged, his weight fell on Anfan.

An Fan was caught off guard, and her waist was bent down a few centimeters. She took a long breath, raised her head with difficulty to look at the driver uncle, and said with a smile, "Help open the door, thank you."

The driver's movements were very neat, and An Fan didn't dare to delay. Ma Liu stuffed him into the back seat of the car, and she sat paralyzed on the other side of the car, taking a slow breath.

Ling Ran, who was drunk, was quiet, leaning against the window like a boneless man, watching her panting with blinking eyes, one after another, the frequency of blinking gradually coincided with the frequency of her panting.

An Fan laughed angrily, and the laughter was exhausted. She coughed twice, and scolded: "I just got out of the hospital yesterday, and I got so drunk today, what do you think?"

Ling Ran was still looking at her, her eyes were wet, like a deer, and her voice was soft, she said, "It's hard."

An Fan became even angrier, and didn't want to talk to her: "Drinking so much wine can make you feel better?"

Ling Ran retorted: "I only drink when I feel uncomfortable."

Only then did An Fan turn his head to look at her: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

"That woman, she said she likes you, and she wants to chase you..." Ling Ran said with indignation, she sat up a little, and then went back weak because of her drunken waist and limbs: "She told me not to waste my efforts, we don't Maybe together."

An Fan asked, "Li Xiang?"

Ling Ran was in a hurry: "Don't call her name!"

Drunk without momentum, even the murderer looked limp, An Fan was amused by the tone, and said, "Impossible, she has someone she likes."

An Fan felt that Li Xiang would never forget her cousin.

Ling Ran paused for a second or two, as if thinking: "Then why did she say that?"

It's a long story, but An Fan said succinctly: "You have a festival, you provoked her before, and she deliberately said that to anger you."

Ling Ran reasoned loudly: "I'm so mad!"

"That's why you drink so much?" An Fan really wanted to see if his brain had a fever, and why he was so confused.

"I'm not drunk." Ling Ran said.

These words really don't have any credibility, An Fan just listen to them.

Passing by a convenience store on the way home, An Fan asked the driver to stop and bought a carton of milk. After inserting a straw, he handed it to Ling Ran and said, "Drink it."

Ling Ran turned her head: "I don't like drinking this."

Anfan didn't take it seriously, and counted down: "Three."

"two."

Just as the ending of "two" fell, Ling Ran had already come up, bit the straw, and sucked a big mouthful with her hand.

She bit the straw and did not put it down, her eyes were still staring at her, An Fan's hand handing milk gradually felt her breath, it was extremely hot because of drunkenness, after being sprayed for a while, the back of his hand went numb.

This posture became more and more strange, An Fan said, "Hold it yourself."

"Oh." Ling Ran took it, holding it in both hands, and soon there was the sound of the straw being sucked to the bottom.

An Fan took the empty box, squeezed his hands, and asked her, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Ling Ran said, "It's still uncomfortable."

An Fan frowned: "Who told you to drink so much wine?"

"Drinking is not uncomfortable..." Ling Ran said, "My heart is uncomfortable."

It was difficult for An Fan to answer, but Ling Ran seemed to have recovered, and began to babble: "They all think you have something to do with Li Xiang, everyone."

"You think so too?"

Ling Ran was angry: "How would I know?"

At the end, he added: "You have been together before."

An Fan didn't make a sound, neither admitted nor denied, she seemed to want to know whether Ling Ran could accept it, even if it was a past that didn't exist.

"But you all broke up, they still said that, and that woman said that too..."

Ling Ran looked at An Fan: "I feel bad because we have nothing to do with each other!"

An Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't speak for a long time.

It was so silent all the way home.

The driver dutifully escorted the two of them into the house, An Fan turned around and closed the courtyard door, and when he entered the house again, Ling Ran had already taken a change of clothes and was about to take a shower.

It was indeed late, An Fan followed Ling Ran, seeing her walk steadily into the bathroom, and the door was about to close, she put her hand on the door, and confirmed: "Can you do it?"

Ling Ran said obediently, "I'm not drunk."

An Fanxin said that you really don't look drunk, she stared at Ling Ran for a few seconds, and finally said: "Okay, you go and wash, call me if you need something."

Ling Ran nodded and closed the door. After the sound of clothes being scuffed passed, the sound of water began to sound in the bathroom.

An Fan outside the door felt that she really looked like a pervert.

Criminals can rest assured that Ling Ran takes a bath alone, but now he is drunk but keeps his eyes outside the door, fearing that something will happen to him.

An Fan listened to the movement of the bathroom through a door, and snapped his fingers again and again, finally completely disappointed in himself.

After watching Ling Ran take a whole bath, An Fan had no thoughts, so she took over to take a bath, feeling completely empty.

Feeling refreshed after taking a bath, Anfan closed the door and locked it, and went into the bedroom with a glass of water.

There is no one in the bedroom, Ling Ran is in her baby room.

The water glass was placed on the bedside, An Fan fished out his phone, half leaned on the bed to read unread messages, there were many messages, and the chat box belonging to Ling Ran was pushed down at the bottom.

Black, no unread.

An Fan erased those small red dots one by one, and she couldn't calm down. She clicked on the painting software in agitation, and just painted two strokes, and there was a new message at the top of the page.

An Fan put it aside, painted two more strokes, still feeling upset, so he simply clicked back to the dialog box.

The sender was actually Ling Ran.She sent a picture.

An Fan clicked on it, his eyes were kidnapped by a large patch of pink.

It's something similar to a hand-painted marriage certificate, with the words love certificate written on the top, the name and head are listed, and there is a red seal in the lower right corner.

An Fan looked at the chapter carefully, only to realize that the paper on which the certificate was written was actually a napkin from that hotel at night, and there was a hotel logo around the paper. The pink color of the paper was so transparent that it looked like its original color.

There is still a line of words below: There is still a day to fall in love.

The number of days on the horizontal line was not filled, An Fan was stunned, and heard a voice in the quiet room: "I want to ask, how many days should I fill in?"

An Fan raised his head and saw Ling Ran leaning against the door frame. Perhaps the alcohol had passed, her cheeks were fair again, and her eyes were bright and intelligent.

It seemed that she really woke up from the wine, and she was a little scared when she woke up.

An Fan changed the subject: "When did you draw it?"

"When I was in that box, Li wanted to talk to me and I started..." Ling Ran said, "Use the fooling skills you taught me, ahhhhh, fooled a table of people."

An image of Ling Ran burying his head in the dining table to fool people appeared in An Fan's mind, his heart stopped beating, and he heard Ling Ran say: "Before, I used to fill in for one day, is it okay to fill in for one day this time?"

Asking her specifically, An Fan understood that this meant that if she agreed, then the two of them would fall in love tomorrow.

An Fan struggled for a while, then said softly, "0."

Ling Ran approached her slowly, and half-kneeled on the edge of the bed beside her, as if she couldn't believe it, she asked again: "How much?"

"0." An Fan said seriously.

Ling Ran immediately took Anfan's hand, clenched it as if it existed, and then clasped his fingers together.

An Fan was filled with emotion.

There is excitement, doubt, and some inexplicable feelings.

Ling Ran looked down at the hands they held, and murmured: "Since you agreed to be with me, you can't think about her anymore. No matter who misunderstands the relationship between you and Li Xiang in the future, you have to say that I am your girlfriend." ,do you know?"

An Fan finally said, "I'm not with her."

Ling Ran raised her head abruptly, her eyes filled with shock.

An Fan brushed the back of her hand with his fingertips, rubbed it lightly twice, as if to comfort her, and reiterated: "I have never been with Li Xiang. Never."

Ling Ran took her hand and squeezed Anfan closer. Even closer, she leaned over and squeezed her red lips.

The author has something to say: Let’s talk for two days first.