Chapter 339

"Sheng Qian, stop!" Zhao Xiaowei suddenly shouted.

"Are you finished -" Sheng Qian, who had already reached the door, turned around and was about to roar, but when he saw the picture in front of him, he immediately shut his mouth.

Zhao Xiaowei actually stripped himself and stood there naked!

Sheng Qian resisted the urge to spit blood, walked back a few steps, picked up her clothes from the ground and put them on her: "what's your nerve? Put your clothes on!"

Who knows, Zhao Xiaowei didn't get his clothes. Instead, he put his arms around his neck and kissed him on tiptoe.

Sheng Qian frowned and wanted to push her away, but as soon as he bowed his head, he saw that Zhao Xiaowei's eyes were red, his fingers closed tightly, and there was no action in the end.

But Zhao Xiaowei still knew how to be measured. Even if he was reluctant to give up, he still loosened him, smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't control it for a moment. Don't worry, there won't be another time. I --"

Before her words were finished, Sheng Qian suddenly raised her chin. She was unconsciously stunned: "you..."

Sheng Qian seemed to be still trapped in the kiss just now, and there was still some unfinished meaning, so when she separated from him, she almost subconsciously broke off her chin and continued the kiss.

For so many years, this is the first time Sheng Qian has kissed her so actively, or should I say, this is something she can't even think of, because he has never been so close to her before, let alone kiss her.

After a while, Sheng Qian let go of her, looked at her and said, "you begged me. Don't say I bullied you in the future."

Seeing that he didn't go out again, he turned and sat on the bed. Zhao Xiaowei's heart just accelerated still didn't stop and stood there staring at him.

Sheng Qian raised his eyes, frowned and said, "put on your clothes and go get me something to eat. I'm hungry."

Zhao Xiaowei just regained his mind, hurriedly put on his clothes, blushed and said, "Oh."

Sheng Qian looked at her back as she opened the door and went out. His eyebrows were tangled. He took one side of his mobile phone, found a number and called: "gold, are you free at night? Let's drink together."

They readily agreed.

Zhao Xiaowei brought up the porridge, handed it to him and said, "I've just been hot. It may be a little hot. You drink it slowly."

"I'm not a three-year-old." Sheng Qian took a sip, but sure enough, he was scalded, but he just swallowed it and pretended that nothing had happened.

No matter what, you can't lose face in front of this woman.

After a few mouthfuls, Zhao Xiaowei wanted to give him another Sheng, but Sheng Qian pulled her: "No."

But he soon realized that his actions would make her misunderstand, so he quickly let go: "I don't drink, it's all bitter."

Because of taking medicine, his mouth was full of the bitter taste of medicine. Even if he drank porridge, he couldn't get rid of it at all. Therefore, since childhood, he was most tired of drinking medicine.

As if she had known for a long time, Zhao Xiaowei took a lollipop from her pocket and gave it to him: "here you are."

"You really treat me as a three-year-old." Sheng Qian was a little unhappy, but he took the lollipop and put it in his mouth.

After a while, he felt better. Seeing Zhao Xiaowei still stunned here, he said, "I'm going out to drink later. Go home. You're a public figure. Don't hang out."

"You're not well yet. What wine to drink." Zhao Xiaowei advised, "don't go. Just stay at home. I'll cook delicious food for you."

When Zhao Xiaowei said the latter sentence, his face smiled, his tone was gentle and spoiled, and Sheng Qian was unconsciously stunned. How long has it been since he was held in the palm of his hand.

But he quickly reacted, pulled his face and said, "don't worry, you go home."

He then fell back on the bed, turned his back to her and closed his eyes. "I'll sleep a little longer and help me close the door when I leave."

Zhao Xiaowei sighed and slowly turned around. Although he still didn't want her to stay, today, Zhao Xiaowei still felt very happy. Moreover, she saw from his eyes that Sheng Qian didn't feel for her. He had something to hide.

Night, Smurf bar.

Sheng Qian sat in a high chair and didn't speak. He just drank with his head down. Liu Jin next to him asked, "what's the matter, Xiao Si, I'm in a bad mood. I drink so much wine."

"Gold, I ask you, do you still remember to publicize?" Sheng Qian's glass was still on his lips and asked in a low voice.

"Publicity?" Liu Jin thought for a moment and asked, "did you say the one wearing glasses in my lower bunk in high school?"

Sheng Qian nodded.

"Didn't he die in a car accident? Why did you suddenly think of asking him?" Liu Jin intuition that Sheng Qian is a little different today.

Sheng Qian said, "leave it alone. Just tell me, do you know where his home is, or do you know where he is buried?"

Liu Jin saw that he looked serious, not joking. He thought carefully and said, "I don't know, but I can help you ask my girlfriend. My girlfriend has some relatives with their family."

"Ask now," Sheng Qian urged, "call your girlfriend."

Liu Jin didn't expect him to be so worried. He ran out and called his girlfriend.

Sheng Qian still sat there drinking, but from noon until now, he drank a bowl of porridge. He just drank so much wine, and now his stomach began to feel a little uncomfortable.

Liu Jin quickly ran back and said to Sheng Qian, "yes, my girlfriend said that Zhang Yang died young and was not buried in the cemetery, but in their hometown's ancestral grave. However, his parents are still in sangcheng. They opened a snack bar on the street not far from here. Are you... Going to have a look?"

Sheng Qian gave him his mobile phone: "save the store name for me. I'm afraid I can't remember. Don't worry about the rest."

Liu Jin glanced at him suspiciously. While typing, he asked, "after all these years, why do you suddenly think of... Is it related to Zhao Xiaowei?"

Sheng Qian put down his wine glass and saw that Liu Jin had saved it. He took his mobile phone back from his hand and said, "don't talk nonsense. I'll go."

Sheng Qian didn't call the driver either. He walked over and stopped in front of the store.

It's already more than ten o'clock. The shop hasn't closed yet, but there are no guests in it.

Sheng Qian went in. As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged woman immediately asked, "do you have dinner?"

Sheng Qian nodded.

The woman smiled and asked, "what do you eat?"

He wanted to say casually, but he thought it was too impolite. He turned to look at the menu posted on the wall and said, "cat ears."

"You sit down, it'll be fine soon," the woman said enthusiastically. Then she went to the small window inside and repeated, "a bowl of cat ear noodles."