Bend yourself and the great God HE

"My God, this is already the eighth cup!" Chen Feng exclaimed, even if he is known as the Dionysus, he would not dare to fight baijiu like this.

As a result, at the ninth cup, Ai Yun fell down on the table before finishing his drink.

Liu Xing was terrified, and hurriedly leaned over to pat her: "Ai Yun, Ai Yun, wake up!"

Just as Qiao Yun moved to check the situation, Mo Ran also collapsed.

The ninth cup was empty, and the moment he poured it down, he raised the corner of his mouth at Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun called him a good guy in his heart.

"Qiao Yun, what should we do now? The two of you are so drunk, can you go back to the dormitory?" Liu Xing spoke at X2 times anxiously.

Qiao Yun didn't know either, especially when Xiao Nan and Chen Feng suggested that it was inappropriate to go back to the dormitory.

With a heartbroken, he gritted his teeth and said, "Send Ai Yun home. As for Mo Ran, go to Nianjia. If you go back to the dormitory in this case, you will be caught off guard."

Xiao Nan took it over and said, "Nian Jia? You have to take the senior to open a room!"

"No, it's not a room." Qiao Yun pouted, "It's not that room, it's just finding him a place to sleep, Xiao Nan, what do you think?"

Xiao Nan stopped talking.

"Wait, wait, wait." Liu Xing was a little confused, pulled Qiao Yun and asked, "Sending Ai Yun home, isn't it the same as sending yourself to the principal, a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?"

"But do you have any other options right now?" Qiao Yun raised his jaw and swept a few people, "We are all men, and Ai Yun needs someone to take care of her. If we don't send her back, what will she do at night?"

It is true to think so.

Gritting his teeth, Liu Xing showed the attitude of not wanting death at home: "If you die, you will die. I will send Ai Yun back, and you will send Mo Ran to Nianjia."

After Liu Xing left, Qiao Yun greeted Xiao Nan and Chen Feng and asked them to take their things back to the dormitory first, and he took Mo Ran away.

Xiao Nan asked worriedly: "Can you do it alone, or I will help you."

To put it bluntly, Qiao Yun may not have messed with a drunk Moran.

"That's fine, then Xiao Nan will follow me, Chen Feng, you..."

"I can't." Chen Feng flatly refused, "Look at such a huge pile of presents, I can't do it without Xiao Nan helping me carry them."

"..."

Xiao Nan and Qiao Yun were immediately speechless.

After everyone left, Qiao Yun helped Mo Ran to go to the front desk to check out.

As soon as he walked to the bar, the cashier handed Qiao Yun a bank card.

"This gentleman has already paid for it. Here is his bank card. Please keep it for him."

Bank card, settled?

When did Mo Ran come out to pay the bill?

Forget it, drones and big cakes cost a lot, and the cost of a meal is nothing.

"Okay, thank you." Qiao Yun took the bank card and walked out of the restaurant with Mo Ran.

As night fell and the cold wind howled in Yingyang Square, Qiao Yun tightened the collar of Mo Ran's coat and raised his hand to hail a taxi.

Mo Ran stopped him.

He grabbed Qiao Yun's collar, blushed and shook his head, and said, "It's getting dark, walk with me."

Qiao Yun: Huh? ? ?

Why are these words so familiar, like a strategy line that Chen Feng read in the dormitory before.

That is to say, when confessing to the object, you should choose to be in a slightly drunk state, and use the double combination of alcohol and dark effects to confess boldly.

More often than not, the person you confess to will agree to you on impulse.

and so……

Well--

No, Qiao Yun quickly denied this idea.

Mo Ran already has a girlfriend, what the hell is he confessing to you.

"Okay, let's go." Qiao Yun took Mo Ran's arm and bent it over his shoulder, muttering, "For the sake of so many surprises you gave today, the young master will do it once for you."

I don't know whether it is Qiao Yun helping Moran, or Moran hugging Qiao Yun.The two of them crossed their shoulders and staggered in the street, their bodies stuck tightly together.

Qiao Yun was still unable to lift his head under the pressure of Mo Ran's hand. He clasped Mo Ran's hand tightly, fearing that the other party would accidentally drop it.

In the end, he didn't fall, but accidentally hit a passerby.

"Sorry, he's drunk, we didn't mean to." Qiao Yun couldn't lift his head, so he could only look at the person's toes and apologize.

Look at the shoes are a man and a woman.

One of them said, "Let's just say that it wasn't intentional. If you hit me with such a wide road, can you two afford compensation?"

Qiao Yun was shocked, there are such people.

"A dog's eyes look down on people!" He pulled off Mo Ran's hand and put it around his waist, and stared at him fiercely, "Did it hurt your hand or broke your leg? How much are the parts on your body worth? You can't pay for it." ?”

The other party is indeed a man and a woman. The woman is holding the man's arm, just like a couple.

The man was wearing a thick gold necklace, looking like a nouveau riche, and smiled contemptuously at Qiao Yun: "Boy, it's you who don't have eyes for me now, damn it, please be more polite."

I'm polite to you, uncle, Qiao Yun's temper came up, his eyes immediately showed fierceness, and he raised his hand to beat him.

Isn't he going to lose money, if he doesn't hit the opponent with broken hands and legs, he still thinks that the money given is too little.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Qiao Yun raised his fist an inch, Mo Ran grabbed his wrist.

Seeing this scene, the man looked down on the arrogance even more: "You bastard."

In the next second, with a "bang", the man took two steps back, almost knocking down the girlfriend he was holding.

Nosebleeds immediately appeared on the man's face, and he looked down in a daze with his head down like a fool.

Only then did Qiao Yun realize that it was Mo Ran who was drunk, with one hand on Qiao Yun's shoulder, and the other hand stopped in the air after beating someone.

The man also reacted at this moment, covered his nose and yelled: "You beat someone, and you beat someone in the street!"

The passers-by around were attracted by the cries, and came to watch the show chattering.

The man was more confident and confident, guiding the direction of public opinion among the onlookers.

"It's their fault, they hit me without apologizing and beat me! Look, I've got a nosebleed!"

All the condemnation around him was directed at Mo Ran.

Qiao Yun couldn't take it anymore, so he shielded Mo Ran behind him, rolled up his sleeves and beat the man to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran wobbled in his arms, stretched out his other hand to grab the man by his collar, and pulled him over.

His drunken red face was extremely fierce towards the man, and his deep voice was terribly cold: "I give you two choices, one, make the trouble bigger, and I will pay you if you become disabled. Two, get out if you don't want to die. You choose."

Ignoring how harsh the surrounding voices were, Mo Ran just dragged the man and stared at him.

It was the man's girlfriend who tugged at his sleeve: "Forget it, they're not easy to mess with when they're drunk."

Qiao Yun had a violent temper to begin with, but his handsome face was already vicious, and the drunk Mo Ran was even worse.

If there is a real fight, the man has only one end, that is, he will not die or be half disabled.

He didn't really want to put himself in the hospital for a little compensation.

"Forget it, it's my bad luck to meet you two!" The man pushed Mo Ran away, cursed and dragged his girlfriend away.

The crowd also dispersed, and the surroundings became quiet.

Mo Ran fell on Qiao Yun's shoulder again, and buried her face deep in Qiao Yun's neck.

"Strange." Qiao Yun lowered his jaw and asked him, "Why did you do it just now?"

If Mo Ran didn't do anything, Qiao Yun was the one who hit the person, and all the harsh targets around him would be pointed at him, not Mo Ran.

But Mo Ran rubbed against his neck, said nothing, and wrapped his other hand around his lower abdomen, hugging his whole body.

This is telling Qiao Yun with actions that I'm drunk and don't know anything.

Qiao Yun: ...

There was no other way, now he could no longer let Mo Ran walk away, so he immediately hailed a taxi.

"Master, Nianjia Hotel."

After getting into the back seat of the taxi, Qiao Yun gently leaned Mo Ran's head on the car pillow, trying to make him feel better.

But the drunk guy didn't appreciate it, and just leaned on him, he fell on his shoulders, and his breath hit Qiao Yun's neck one after another.

Itching and crispy, Qiao Yun wanted to move Moran.

When looking sideways, he saw Mo Ran's long, slender and thick eyelashes fluttering slightly, his drunken face looked like it had been put on foundation, it was rosy in the white.

"He's so pretty when he's so drunk!" Qiao Yun muttered in a low voice.

Suddenly, Mo Ran opened his eyes, looking at him with only a small slit.

Qiao Yun seemed embarrassed by being exposed, and hurriedly glanced away.

Mo Ran broke it back to him again: "I seem to have heard what you just said."

Qiao Yun: ...

"No, it's nothing." Qiao Yun's eyes flickered, and he suddenly remembered something, "You heard what I said now. I just asked why you did it, why didn't you answer."

Mo Ran buried her face again.

Qiao Yun supported him: "Hiding again, you are not drunk, you can ask if you want, and hide if you want. Tell me, why did you do it just now?"

Mo Ran's jaw was supported by Qiao Yun, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. Qiao Yun could feel the slight sliding between his fingertips, burning and pulling.

He let go again immediately.

Mo Ran smiled, twitched his eyelashes, fell on his shoulders, and said, "It's actually very simple, I don't see anyone bullying you. If he bullies you, I'll beat him up."

At that moment, Qiao Yun's heart stopped beating suddenly.