I kicked the male lead away

In the end, under Su Yihe's strong request, Fang Zhilan only made a roast chicken with chestnuts.

Looking at the only dish that made the marble dining table boundless, Fang Zhilan said awkwardly, "How about some wine?"

He completely forgot what virtue he would have when he was drunk.

"Okay." Su Yihe didn't object either, and let her do it.

The wine cellar where the red wine is stored is in the basement, and it would have been enough for the servants to get it, but Fang Zhilan had never been there, so she was so excited that she begged Su Yihe to take her to have a look.

"Wow~" Turning on the light in the basement, she, a country bumpkin, couldn't help but sigh softly.

Bottles of red wine are placed on wooden racks that are higher than the head, and the spacious space is full of racks, which is enough for a wine exhibition.

Through the glass bottle, the red wine inside exudes a seductive luster like agate.

Fang Zhilan randomly chose the nearest bottle, turned to look at Su Yihe: "How about this?"

"Yes." Su Yihe nodded, agreeing.

Just as Fang Zhilan was about to turn around, Su Yihe suddenly approached and grabbed her wrist: "I'm not hungry, so just drink here."

The basement is dark without the lights on, so there is no bright and spacious restaurant.

Perhaps this is the unique habit of rich people.

Anyway, Fang Zhilan ate a lot of meat while cooking, and she was not hungry, so Su Yihe pulled her behind the wooden shelf.

The back seemed to be ready, there was a small sofa against the wall and a low coffee table, and there were several red wine glasses in the transparent glass cabinet of the table.

Fang Zhilan looked at Su Yihe suspiciously, a little shocked: "You often drink here?"

Actually secretly left a place in the wine cellar behind everyone's back, which was not mentioned about Su Yihe in the original text.

"Huh?" Su Yihe approached, bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice was low, with a rare naughty tone, "I'll show you my secret base."

Childish words like the secret base, spit out by Su Yihe's mouth that only discusses cold business data, actually carry a strange sense of cuteness.

It made her seem drunk before she even drank.

Su Yihe didn't care about Fang Zhilan's thoughts at the moment, and pulled Fang Zhilan to sit down on the sofa.

The sofa was so small that it was only big enough for one person, so the two of them squeezed tightly together.

But this small sofa is very comfortable, soft and thick, like leaning on a thick cloud.

Su Yihe skillfully uncorked the red wine and poured a glass for himself and Fang Zhilan.

Her movements of pouring the wine were smooth and smooth, and the red liquid flowed out from under the beauty's fair palm, which looked pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, Fang Zhilan was holding the wine glass in her hand, only remembering how much this body could drink, so she just took a shallow sip.

Su Yihe raised his glass gracefully, staring at Fang Zhilan intently.

Seeing that she drank, he took a small sip himself.

After going back and forth, Fang Zhilan only drank half a glass of the whole bottle of red wine, and the rest went into Su Yihe's stomach alone.

Her normally fair skin gradually turned a strange crimson color.

Worried that she was drunk, Fang Zhilan put her hand on Su Yihe's cheek.

Sure enough, it started to get hot.

Just as he was thinking about how he could get her up, Su Yihe suddenly covered the back of her hand that was still resting on his face with a slightly cool palm, and his eyes were slightly blurred: "Ah Lan?"

"I'm here." Fang Zhilan replied subconsciously.

Then in the next second, she was thrown down on the sofa, with Su Yihe pressing on top of her, her black hair hanging down, brushing against Fang Zhilan's ear.

At the same time, Su Yihe seemed to touch the wall with one hand, and there was the sound of the light switch being pressed.

Fang Zhilan's eyes were pitch black, and she could only feel the rapid breathing of the person on her face.

"How about..." She swallowed subconsciously, "It's better to turn on the light, I can't see..."

"It's okay." Su Yihe interrupted her with a domineering tone.

Then the lips pressed against Fang Zhilan's forehead, slowly slipped down, slid over the tip of her nose, and landed on her lips, before biting her mouth gently: "I recognize it, this is my A-Lan .”

She said the word "my" very emphatically, like a strong child guarding her own toys.

"Yeah." I didn't expect Su Yihe to be so virtuous when drunk, Fang Zhilan felt a little helpless, so she had to follow her, "Your."

"Then..." Su Yihe breathed heavily, seeming a little happy, "Ah Lan, tell me, just stay here with me forever and not go anywhere, okay?"

Fang Zhilan even forgot to blink her eyes, her eyes were wide open and she silently looked at Su Yihe's silhouette in the darkness.

Just refused to speak.

"Say it!" Su Yihe was a little anxious, and bit the corner of her lips.

"Hiss..." Fang Zhilan gasped in pain, but couldn't speak.

Su Yihe, who couldn't wait for an answer, was driven into a hurry, his lips moved down, and fell on Fang Zhilan's slender neck, gnawed carefully, with a snort: "Say it..."

Not knowing why she was so obsessed with this matter, Fang Zhilan shook her head lightly.

The movement was so small that only he knew it, but Su Yihe on his body suddenly froze and raised his head.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, but Fang Zhilan could feel it, a cruel smile seemed to be drawn from the corner of her lips: "Don't tell me, right?"

With her cool fingers, she followed the skin under the edge of Fang Zhilan's suspender dress, and her fingertips were like a dragonfly touching water, bit by bit, and then stopped suddenly.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan's voice was restrained, with a hint of tremor in her voice.

Like a dying fish, it is so uncomfortable that it wants to struggle desperately.

But because of his wrist, Su Yihe imprisoned him around his head, and he had nowhere to escape.

She had to endure her malice like venting anger, whether it was mild or severe, it made her unable to hold back the tears.

Su Yihe seemed to feel her tears, and carefully licked the tears away from the end of her eyes.

The movements of his hands did not slow down.

almost suffocating...

Fang Zhilan opened her lips slightly and breathed through her mouth.

"Alan." Su Yihe leaned into her ear again, his tone seemed a bit harsh, "Listen, you obviously like me very much."

As if to cater to what she said, Fang Zhilan's body trembled uncontrollably.

"A-Lan." Su Yihe's hand holding her wrist changed positions, interlocking his fingers with her, and called her loudly, "A-Lan, A-Lan, A-Lan..."

The rhythm is either fast or slow, and in the end they all drown in the unbreakable darkness in the cellar.

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The lights in the wine cellar were still off, because when Fang Zhilan opened her eyes, she had no idea whether it was day or night.

But thinking of Su Yihe's tossing and tossing for so long yesterday, he finally wrapped her tightly around her and fell asleep.

It's too early to think about it now.

I don't know where Su Yihe has gone, and the smell of her usual perfume has long since disappeared in the air, it must have been away for a long time.

Fang Zhilan sat on the sofa and groped on the wall for a while, found the switch, and pressed it with a "snap".

The dazzling light made Fang Zhilan close her eyes subconsciously, and it was difficult to move her eyeballs.

After getting used to it for a while, she got up, and saw that the fabric that had been draped on the sofa was messy and had some suspicious marks.

……

Fang Zhilan blushed, walked towards the door, grabbed the door handle and turned it.

The next second, the door didn't open as she expected, but didn't move at all.

?

Fang Zhilan twisted it harder.

Still no response.

After trying a dozen times, no matter what, Fang Zhilan couldn't open it.

"B126, is there?" Fang Zhilan could only ask the system for help.

"In!" The system went online, and soon understood what happened, "The door was locked."

"Anti-lock?"

Su Yihe went out by himself, why did he forget her here?

Fang Zhilan knocked on the door helplessly: "Is anyone there? Is there anyone outside?"

No one responded to her.

Apart from the wine, there were no mobile phones or any communication tools in the wine cellar. Fortunately, Fang Zhilan dug out a few books on the coffee table where she was drinking, and read them for a while on the sofa.

After a while, the door of the wine cellar was opened.

Fang Zhilan finally saw the light from outside.

Su Yihe came in with something, put it in front of her, and said softly, "Are you hungry?"

Her face was serene, as if she wasn't the one who did whatever she wanted on Fang Zhilan's body last night.

There was no meal yesterday, and after so much effort, Fang Zhilan's voice is a little hoarse now, so she couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks.

He froze when he saw what was on the plate.

This is dark, it should be toast, right?

Then this burnt mass is fried egg?

The only thing that can be recognized at a glance is the milk in the glass.

Fang Zhilan took a sip of milk with the chopsticks in her hand, but still didn't know what to do.

"What's the matter?" Su Yihe tilted his head with a puzzled face, "Aren't you going to eat it? I made this specially for you."

eat!Fang Zhilan gritted her teeth, eat now!

Then, under Su Yihe's gaze, the tip of the chopsticks landed on the fried egg.

As a result, with a light poke, the egg white broke open, and the golden egg liquid, which was not cooked at all, rushed out.

……

Fang Zhilan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

It is a real culinary genius to be able to make fried eggs so tender on the outside and tender on the inside.

Su Yihe himself didn't expect it, and took the plate away angrily: "Forget it, I'll ask someone to make it for you again."

"It's okay." Fang Zhilan pressed her hand, showing a polite expression.

Her eyes then fell on Su Yihe's hand, and she froze for a moment.

On the back of Su Yihe's white and tender hands, there were a few blisters, the color was bright red, which was particularly eye-catching.

Obviously, the hand that lingered up and down her body yesterday was still soft and smooth.

Fang Zhilan pursed her lips, her mind caught in the battle between heaven and man.

Don't eat it, I'm sorry for the things that people have worked so hard to make.

Let's eat, and I'm sorry for the life I managed to get back.