The more Lin Weiyue said, the lower his voice.

She had a vague impression that she drank wine as water, and then what happened. She didn't remember very well.

She didn't know what her wine was like. She didn't seem to have drunk before.

She is worried about Worried about what she did or said last night.

Lin Weiyue raised his heart.

Holding the quilt in both hands, I didn't know how to open my mouth.

Beiming QingHan looks at Lin Weiyue, looks at her, like a little girl, struggling with the appearance of not knowing how to open her mouth, and the corner of her mouth can't help rising.

Beiming QingHan couldn't help laughing when he thought of Lin Weiyue's appearance last night.

If Beiming QingHan's subordinates are here, they will be surprised to see their master laughing like this.

Because their master seldom has any mood fluctuations, let alone such a sincere smile, they are very precious.

Beiming QingHan doesn't interrupt Lin Weiyue, so he waits patiently to see what she says.

Lin Weiyue closed his eyes, and after all, he bravely said, "did I get drunk last night?"

When Lin Weiyue said this, she did not dare to look at the cold look of Beiming. Her face was full of expression.

When Beiming QingHan heard this, he began to laugh, and his chest was shocked.

Lin Weiyue heard a laugh and slowly opened her eyes. She saw Beiming's cold smile, sobbing, as if she had collected all the splendor of heaven and earth. All the flowers in full bloom were not as good-looking as his smile.

Her eyes were intoxicating because of the smile.

Lin Weiyue was surprised by such a bloody and bright style, and her eyes were shaking.

To tell the truth, Beiming's cold smile stings her eyes.

At this moment, she had to admit that Beiming QingHan really could be called the first beautiful man.

He is not only the son of the royal family, but also the first young man and the first beautiful man. He is elegant, gorgeous and noble. His every move is so elegant.

Maybe too many beautiful words can be used in the cold of Beiming.

It took Lin Weiyue a long time to get back to her senses, so that she could not be infected by Beiming's cold smile.

Lin Wei Yue tooted his mouth and sighed: "I must have been drunk last night."

"No

Lin Weiyue tilted his head to look at the cold of the north, "then why do you laugh at me?"

"You're lovely. You were lovely last night."

Lin Weiyue blinked, "really? I'm not really drunk. "

"It's not drunk, it's just that you're drunk..."

Lin Weiyue listens to the cold hesitation of Beiming, and her heart is nervous. What is the comparison?

She opened her big eyes and looked at the cold in the north without blinking. "What do you compare, what do you compare?"

Lin Weiyue's appearance makes people want to see more.

But Beiming QingHan didn't let her worry after all, so she said: "more sticky."

Hearing this, Lin Weiyue blushed a little, "I I stuck to you. What did I do to you? "

As if thinking of something, Lin Weiyue lifted the quilt, looked at himself, and then looked at Beiming QingHan, his face turned white.

Beiming QingHan looks at Lin Weiyue's action and seems to understand something.

His face was a little unnatural.

He coughed softly. "Nothing."

Lin Weiyue was relieved, "that's good, that's good, you don't remind me, it's not water, it's wine."

Beiming cold good temper way: "well, I'm wrong, next time early remind you, can't drink."