Passionate to know

After Xiao Yu got drunk at Tang Ling's birthday party, it took a full week to regain his power, so he swore to God that he would never drink alcohol again.

However, Xiao Yu's vows are just like those of an unqualified old driver. Turning on the headlights is only dazzling and useless. When Tang Ling heard that he was going to quit drinking, she immediately opened two bottles of Lafite and went straight to his house. Xiao Yu's face slapped.

Tang Ling shook the wine glass: "Are you still drinking?"

Xiao Yu swallowed a sip of wine, feeling that Tang Ling loves and hates at the moment: "Sooner or later, I will die by your hands."

"Hmph, that's because you can't."

"Tsk... can I do it, do you dare to try?"

"Okay," Tang Ling acted like a female bandit, "Let's say yes first, I want to be on top."

Xiao Yuxiang ate a fly, "...forget it then."

"By the way," Tang Ling put down her glass, "I got drunk that day, but I felt that there was something wrong with Song Zhiyang and An Baobei."

Xiao Yu suddenly became interested: "Huh? Did he succeed?"

"Based on my sixth sense, there must be something tricky."

Tang Ling vaguely recalled the last time she saw An Zhi that day, no matter how you looked at it, she looked ambiguous.

Xiao Yu disdained: "Your sixth sense?...Have you ever won a bet on a horse?"

Tang Ling snapped her fingers and smiled like a thief: "Then we don't rely on the sixth sense, we rely on science."

……

The day when Song Zhiyang returned to the company happened to be the day for the routine reports of various departments. He looked at it with a relaxed look, and everyone felt apprehensive, fearing that he might have made a mistake.But after a round of reporting, apart from mentioning some precautions, Song Zhiyang didn't have any extra words or bad looks.

The sun is out in the west.

After listening to everyone's reports, Song Zhiyang smiled slightly and said, "Okay, no problem, let's go to work."

Before everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he said, "Jewelry Design Department, An Zhi, please stay here for a while."

Everyone cast a gloating look at An Zhi, and they all rubbed their feet with oil, and fled.

In the office, there were only two slender figures left.

Song Zhiyang stood up slowly, walked in front of An Zhi, blocking all the light in front of his eyes.Looking back against the light, Song Zhiyang seemed to have passed through a layer of light, and his whole body was shining brightly.

"I'm back." He whispered, "Miss me?"

"Who knows."

"Then, I will take it for granted."

Song Zhiyang put his palm on An Zhi's cheek, and rubbed it back and forth intimately, touching the corners of his cold eyes, the side of his cool lips, and his small earlobes, until his stiff face was softened Just come down.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded next to An Zhi's ear: "Come and have dinner with me."

An Zhi felt numbness in his ears, and tilted his head slightly: "I will be seen by my colleagues, no... um..."

A kiss sealed it, blocking all of An Zhi's rejections.

This kiss was a bit impatient, as soon as it was pasted, it was busy breaking in, and the smell of leaving for a long time swept over.The back of Anzhi's neck was supported by one hand, and he pressed hard against the person who was wanton on his lips.The flexible tongue only slipped a little inside, and then retreated reluctantly.

Song Zhiyang let go of An Zhi's lips, and while he was still panting, kissed An Zhi's slender neck delicately.Peck lightly for a while, then lick, and the water lingers.

Song Zhiyang is very rascal: "Don't refuse me again, otherwise I will continue to punish you like this."

Panting, An Zhi realized Song Zhiyang's behavior at the moment, and hurriedly raised his hand to push him away, "... I see... let go first."

Song Zhiyang hugged him even tighter: "Will you have dinner with me?"

An Zhi didn't want to answer at first, but Song Zhiyang's hand tightened and he buried his head on his shoulder: "...OK."

That's the way to behave.Song Zhiyang happily let An Zhi go, and watched him enter the elevator and go downstairs.

Now Song Zhiyang has figured out some tricks in Anzhi's place. This is a wild cat who usually eats soft but not hard, but if he holds it too much, he will scratch others.Sharp claws are afraid of thick skin, and they are not willing to treat it, so they can only become shameless from time to time.

Song Zhiyang licked his lips, and felt for the first time that his real lover was acting like a hooligan.

……

When it was time for dinner, An Zhi was worried that Song Zhiyang would suddenly appear in front of everyone.Unexpectedly, he wisely waited for everyone to get off work before showing up.

An Zhi got into the car and asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Zhiyang didn't respond positively: "A place you must have never been to."

The car turned around and stopped at the entrance of a remote alley. After getting off the car, it walked several turns on foot before stopping at a small shop.

Although the store is small, it is antique.Carved and painted lanterns reflect two green bamboos, through which there is a wide-open nanmu door, and a bluestone road leads directly to the inner court.There is a plaque hanging on the door, and the three cursive characters are elegantly written---Yuanshanji.

If you don't say it, no one would have imagined that this place would be a place to eat.

After entering the door, a waiter dressed in a cheongsam greeted him with a smile: "Good evening, Mr. Song, everything is ready. Please come with me."

As the guide waiter went upstairs, I found out that this Yuanshanji has a thousand years inside.The gardens and attics are all exquisite, and the layout is well arranged. It can be seen that there are everyone's handwriting.

They stopped and sat down in a box named "Nanxiangzi", opened the door, and found that the food and wine had been prepared, and they looked exquisite and delicious.

"This is a store under the name of Tang Ling's father, and it usually only serves people in the circle, so it's a little remote. Come, have a taste." Song Zhiyang poured a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for An Zhi.

Tang Ling?An Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, it was hard to imagine that a shop owner with such an elegant taste would teach Tang Ling such an out-of-the-ordinary temperament.

"Unexpectedly?" Song Zhiyang saw An Zhi's slander at a glance, "A wonderful crop like Tang Ling can also grow in a good crop field."

"...Well...But, she's so...very good."

"If you don't frown so tightly, the credibility of your words can be higher."

An Zhi stopped talking, bowed her head and concentrated on eating.As for Song Zhiyang, he happily took vegetables for An Zhi, and watched him eat vegetables slowly without getting tired of watching.

For some reason, he felt that Anzhi, who was eating quietly like this... was very appetizing.

It would be great if he could really swallow An Zhi.