The dishes were served quickly.
The school leaders took turns toasting to Gu Zhiyin.
"Mr. Gu, it is our honor that you are willing to come to our school. I would like to toast you."
"Mr. Gu, thank you for the internship opportunity your company provided to our school. I respect you. You can do whatever you want with me."
Gu Zhiyin took a small sip.
Putting down the wine glass, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Mu Ning hadn't eaten anything, and turned to look at her.
He took apart a pair of chopsticks and put them in Mu Ning's hand, then tapped the table with his fingers.
Mu Ning, who had his head lowered, instantly received the warning signal and straightened his back immediately.
"Master Gu." Song Heng stood over.
"Want a casserole."
"yes."
Mu Ning's drooped eyelids trembled, and he twisted his hands under the table.
She just wanted to stay away from Gu Zhiyin, she didn't want casserole.
When these things fell into the eyes of the people next to them, they naturally felt like a mirror.
At this time, the professor filled the wine glass and held it towards Mu Ning.
"Student Mu Ning, congratulations on winning the top three in the design competition and entering the finals."
Mu Ning's heart skipped a beat.
She secretly glanced at Gu Zhiyin, only to see him sitting peacefully, with no expression on his indifferent face.
Gu Zhiyin didn't know about her participation in the competition yet, so she couldn't let him know.
Mu Ning's heart was pounding, so he could only raise the glass and said, "Thank you, Professor, for your cultivation."
The spicy feeling entered her throat, and a piece of green vegetables was placed on her plate.
Mu Ning looked at the owner of this hand and quickly ate the food.
Gu Zhiyin put down his chopsticks, took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, but did not light it.
The lighter clicked open and closed in my hand.
Everyone didn't know what this meant, they just felt that the air was suddenly a little cold.
Mu Ning thought the page had been turned, but the professor kept talking.
"I can't talk about cultivation. Student Mu Ning is very talented. I saw your model design and it has great potential. It's very good."
Mu Ning laughed twice.
Can you please stop talking...
"I think the quota for going abroad in this model competition must be that of Mu Ning. This opportunity to go abroad is rare, so you must seize it."
…
Mu Ning wanted to cover the professor's mouth and secretly look at Gu Zhiyin's face.
Sure enough, under the thin smoke, Gu Zhiyin's cold and handsome face was covered with a faint air of air-conditioning.
After a while, Gu Zhiyin suddenly laughed, put the cigarette on the table, and picked up the wine glass leisurely.
"That's really congratulations, classmate Mu Ning."
The word "congratulations" is very strong.
Mu Ning's heart trembled, he swallowed, and after a long time he said, "Thank you."
The atmosphere did not warm up because of Gu Zhiyin's glass of wine, but it seemed like it was a start.
"I'll also have a drink with Mu Ning. Congratulations. I wish you a bright future."
Leaders at all levels took turns asking her to drink with her, and Mu Ning couldn't resist, and seeing that Gu Zhiyin had no intention of stopping her, she didn't even eat the casserole. After a toast, Mu Ning was drunk.
When the game ended, Mu Ning tried hard to walk in a straight line. He walked several times without success.
The principal said kindly: "Mu Ning, you drank too much. Do you want me to ask someone to take you back?"
Just as Mu Ning was about to wave his hand, a deep voice fell above his head.
"I'll send her off."
"..."
Mu Ning turned his head to meet an irresistible gaze.
The leaders looked at Mu Ning and the man behind her in confusion.
She awkwardly smoothed things over, "Uncle Gu and I... Mr. Gu are just on our way..."
"It turns out we were on our way. It's a good relationship." The principal smiled and patted Mu Ning on the shoulder, "It's not easy to get Mr. Gu to send it off in person. Cherish the opportunity."
The leaders exchanged pleasantries and left.
At the door of the box, Song Heng went to drive, leaving only Gu Zhiyin and Mu Ning.
He stood in front of Mu Ning. Mu Ning staggered, and the man stretched out his hand to grab her arm.
"I...I'll go by myself."
Mu Ning pushed his hand away and staggered forward.
Gu Zhiyin frowned without leaving a trace, followed her in stride, and picked her up.
"Don't hug him, Uncle Gu, someone will see him..." She grabbed his collar in fear.
Gu Zhiyin winked at Song Heng and put a coat on Mu Ning.
Hmm, the scent of Uncle Gu.
She tugged and fell into his arms with peace of mind.
In the underground parking lot, Gu Zhiyin was sitting in the driver's seat smoking a cigarette, looking at the drunk woman in the passenger seat with his deep black eyes.
Her rosy little face, red lips, and blurred deer-like eyes looked at him wetly.
"Uncle Gu, didn't you say you would take me home?"
Gu Zhiyin frowned, put out the cigarette butts, pulled back the seat belt, pressed down on the co-pilot and kissed her heavily.
"Well--"
Mu Ning opened her mouth, and Gu Zhiyin pried open the shell teeth and drove straight in to tangle with her.
Mu Ning was drunk and couldn't breathe from being kissed, so she started pushing him with her hands.
Gu Zhiyin stretched out his long arms, hugged her around the waist, straddled her legs, and held her in his arms. He held her waist with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other. He continued to deepen the kiss and pressed her body close to his arms. .
The fragrant nephrite made Gu Zhiyin feel pain all over the bones in his body. He had hardly seen her in the past few days, and now he heard that she had participated in the competition and was leaving. He couldn't bear the feeling of being out of his hands. .
He bit Mu Ning's neck hard, with a taste of punishment. His hot hands reached down the hem of his clothes, and his soft skin pressed against Gu Zhiyin's heat.
The person in his arms whispered softly.
"……pain."
Gu Zhiyin just pulled away a little and looked at the little woman in his arms, her delicate eyebrows were knitted, her lips were kissing red and attractive, she was drunk, there was no trace of him hiding from him during the day, but she was obedient. The Jiaohan comes.
Her eyes were misty and she seemed dissatisfied.
Gu Zhiyin pressed her neck against her neck and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where does it hurt?"
The scalding heat sprayed on his neck and shoulders, and Mu Ning instinctively shrank into Gu Zhiyin's arms, pouting dissatisfied.
"...mouth hurts...neck...waist...hurts"
Gu Zhiyin's eyes dimmed, and he leaned over to kiss her from the corner of her mouth to her neck, while his big hands moved up from her slender waist little by little.
Kissing Mu Ning's ear with his lips, "Does it still hurt?"
Mu Ning was so aroused that he was squirming and his eyes were filled with tears.
Gu Zhiyin kissed her again and again, holding her firmly and not letting her move, "Ning Ning, who am I?"
Mu Ning was kissed so hard that her mind was in a state of confusion. She raised her little face, hooked her arms around Gu Zhiyin's neck, and looked at her carefully, seemingly confused, "Uncle Gu... why did you kiss me..."
Gu Zhiyin's desire was about to burst out. He closed his eyes, kissed the corner of her mouth, and pecked her, "What do you think?"
Mu Ning shook his head.
She couldn't understand it, not even when she was awake, and even less when she was drunk.
"..."
"Do you like it when I kiss you?"
Gu Zhiyin pressed her forehead against Mu Ning's body, and pulled open her collar. She lowered her head and seemed to think for a while. She shook her head first, then nodded, and finally shook her head again. She was confused and couldn't think clearly.
Seeing her nodding and shaking her head, Gu Zhiyin's deep eyes dimmed a little.
When she was sober, she ran far away, but now she behaved well. She held her tightly in her arms and kissed her chin.
"Ning Ning, kiss me."
Mu Ning felt that she couldn't figure out anything else, but this could be done. She hooked her arms around Gu Zhiyin's neck and tried her best to get closer. Without finding the right position, she kissed Gu Zhiyin's Adam's apple.
The soft lips made Gu Zhiyin's throat roll. He closed his eyes and pinched Mu Ning's waist, "You are really good at making people angry."
He leaned over and kissed her chest hard, making Mu Ning groan unbearably.
Gu Zhiyin wanted to love her well, but he felt uncomfortable holding it back, but he finally held back. He knew he couldn't, and now was not the time.
After a long time, Gu Zhiyin took off his coat and wrapped him up, half-hugging him while driving him home.
The next day, the sun shone into the bed through the gaps in the curtains. Mu Ning rubbed his aching head and sat up in confusion.
I looked around and found that it was my room.
There was a glass of water on the bedside, and she drank it. After a while, the consciousness of yesterday came back bit by bit.
School, conferences, eating, drinking... in the car...
Some fragmentary, panting, and hot images passed through my mind one by one.
Mu Ning slowly covered his mouth.
Oh my God, nothing happened?
