Lao Mo set up a small table and several people had lunch in the courtyard.
"You brat, would you like some drink?" Lao Mo raised a bottle of liquor and looked at Feng Xian.
Feng Xian smiled slightly: "Okay."
The two began to drink.
Chi Suijie finished his lunch quickly, and several customers came to repair the car. Lao Mo and Feng Xian were both a little drunk, blushing and smiling, so Chi Suijie had to get the tools to repair the car by himself.
At dusk, the trees are all in their autumn colors, and the mountains are only fading.
"Old man, can you still drink? Can't you drink it?" Feng Xian sat swaying, holding the wine glass with his slender fingers, grinning.
"You brat, I'm sure I can still drink it!" Lao Mo also looked drunk, his cheeks were red, he raised his glass and drank it in one gulp, sighing softly.
"No, no, I'm old and can't drink anymore." Seeing that Feng Xian wanted to pour the wine, Lao Mo quickly covered his head.
"Don't drink anymore?" Feng Xian narrowed his eyes slightly.
"No more, no more, I have to go and take a nap." Lao Mo shook his hand and stood up unsteadily.
"I'll help you." Feng Xian stood up unsteadily and reached out to help Lao Mo.
"I don't need your help, you can hardly stand on your own." Lao Mo waved his hand and wandered into the room.
Feng Xian stood at the door with his handsome face flushed and a silly smile: "Happy birthday, old man!"
Then, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Chi Suijie had just finished repairing the car when she heard a noise behind her. She straightened up in fright. When she looked back, she saw Feng Xian sleeping soundly holding the table leg, her cheeks as red as a monkey's butt.
"This..." The customer on the side had just finished paying and looked at Feng Xian and then at Chi Suijie.
"It's okay, my husband is a rotten drunkard and has fallen too many times." Chi Suijie smiled and quickly stepped forward to pull Feng Xian up.
However, Feng Xian hugged the table leg tightly and refused to get up.
"Feng Xian, die for me." Chi Suijie lowered his head and threatened fiercely in his ear.
"Who are you?" Feng Xian raised his eyelids and looked at Chi Suijie with confused eyes.
"Your father." Chi Suijie replied subconsciously.
"Go away, you are not a good person!" Feng Xian's eyes turned cold when he heard this, and he wanted to wave Chi Suijie away.
Chi Suijie, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed his cold hand and looked at his unhappy face, suddenly remembering that the villain was abandoned by his father.
"Go away..." Feng Xian muttered, squinting his eyes slightly.
"Okay, get up, the ground is cold." Chi Suijie softened his voice and gently poked his cheek.
"Your hands are so warm." Feng Xian looked at her and squeezed her palms with his fingers.
"..."
"Feng Xian, don't force me to slap you." Chi Suijie gritted his teeth and wanted to take his hand out of his hand, but Feng Xian held her hand tightly as if protecting some treasure, preventing her from taking it out. .
"Get up soon. The ground is cold. I won't care about you if you catch a cold or have a fever later."
"Who are you?" Feng Xian's eyes were red, but not like the usual angry red, but red with a little tear, as if he was about to cry.
"Your wife." Chi Suijie continued to pull him, scolding him in his heart, a stinky man, as heavy as a pig.
"Wife? Wife..." Feng Xian murmured thoughtfully, the coldness in his eyes dissipated and became filled with tenderness.
Chi Suijie felt flustered when he saw her, as if a deer was stumbling around in her heart.
"Yes, I'm your wife. Be obedient and get up quickly." Chi Suijie had no choice but to coax him patiently.
"Wife, will you abandon me?" Feng Xian got up, his tall figure enveloped Chi Suijie, pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, lowered his head, and rested his head on Chi Suijie's neck. between.
Chi Suijie's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he pressed his fingers helplessly against the man's chest. The surrounding breath was dispersed by the man's faint aroma of wine, lingering in Chi Suijie's nose.
Chi Suijie's heart was beating like thunder. He stretched out his hand to push the man in panic. His cheeks turned red and his voice trembled: "Feng Xian, you bastard, let go of me!"
"I don't, you haven't answered my question yet..." Feng Xian rubbed his head against her neck, and his warm breath sprayed on her white neck.
Chi Suijie froze completely, and the warm itch on her neck made her tremble all over.
"Let me go, my body smells like engine oil, and you don't mind the smell!" Chi Suijie tried hard to push Feng Xian away.
"No, my wife smells very good." Feng Xian muttered, hugging Chi Suijie even harder, rubbing her soft hair hard against her neck.
"Wife, can you answer my question?" Feng Xian whispered, his voice soft, penetrating into Chi Suijie's heart.
Chi Suijie couldn't push him away. What made him even more angry was that the system refused to save him and was still shouting together in his head!
"Shut up!" Chi Suijie couldn't bear the noise from the system and couldn't help shouting. The man trembled in fright, and an aggrieved voice also came: "Wife, you are so cruel..."
"..."
"Okay, okay, can't I answer you?" Chi Suijie finally compromised and sighed helplessly: "I will not abandon you, never."
Chi Suijie reached out and touched his soft hair. She wanted to abandon it, but she had a mission!
"Really?" Feng Xian asked.
"Really, I really won't...well..." Chi Suijie was about to reach out and swear, but the man's face suddenly enlarged, and there was a soft and cold feeling on his lips.
Feng Xian held her cheeks with both hands, and gently covered her lips with his thin lips. He just covered her lips lightly without any other movement.
Chi Suijie gritted his teeth and pushed him away.
"Wife..." Feng Xian looked at her aggrievedly.
"Feng Xian!" Chi Suijie roared, followed by a loud bang.
"Ouch!" The man cried out in pain as he covered his head and looked at Chi Suijie with a look of aggrievedness, tears filling his eyes.
"If you touch me again, your hands will become useless."
"Oh." Feng Xian nodded aggrievedly.
"Go in and rest." Chi Suijie glanced at him lightly.
Feng Xian nodded and walked unsteadily into the house. Chi Suijie sighed softly with his forehead in his hands, stepped forward and held his arm: "Let's go."
Chi Suijie couldn't find another room for a while, so he had to help Feng Xian to where he slept, let him lie on the bed, and tucked him in.
Then she was about to go out to pack her tools, but the man grabbed her by the corner of her clothes. Looking back, the man stared at her with tears in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Would you like my wife to stay with me?"
"not good."
"Why?"
"No reason."
"Honey, are you angry?"
"No."
"You're angry, my wife, don't be angry. I'm sorry. I'll kiss you more gently in the future and I will definitely not hurt you."
"Feng Xian!" Chi Suijie's cheeks turned red.
"What's wrong?" Feng Xian looked at him puzzled.
"Drink less from now on, and you are not allowed to kiss me anymore, I can only kiss you, you know?"
"Oh, can my wife kiss me now?"
"roll."
