The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 406 Top-notch honey pet [31]

"You lied to me, didn't you?"

"Of course not," her soft and pleasant voice came into his ears through the door, "but there is a premise, isn't it? The premise is that there is no one better than you in the world. Although I know it may be difficult to find, But how do you know if you don’t try? I can’t hang myself on a tree, can I?”

Yuan Qi couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, and then suddenly relaxed.

"Then what do you think of Yuan Zhao...how is he?"

"No hello."

"You really think so?"

"Why, Mr. Yuan is not confident anymore?"

"I said, don't call me Mr. Yuan. I don't like this title."

"Well, you can go back."

Yuan Qi stood still for a long time, staring straight at the door, as if he could make a hole out of it.

He turned around slowly, glanced at the TV, his expression moved slightly.

"Then I'll go first."

No one in the room responded.

He paused, glanced at the TV casually, and finally lifted his foot to leave.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being closed that Shen Lang came out of the room, staring at the TV thoughtfully, rubbing his chin with thin white fingers.

It seems that Yuan Qi has tampered with the TV.

She had just seen him bent over and fiddled with him for a while through the crack of the door.

Is it possible that something like a camera or recorder is pasted behind?

She frowned, and checked the TV carefully—nothing.

No, why not?
Then he just made small movements in front of the TV so seriously, could he be playing with her?
The evil and troublesome beauty rubbed her temples lightly with her slender fingers, and fell into a state of doubting her life for the first time.

Taking a leisurely glance from the corner of the eye, the color of his eyes suddenly deepened.

...

The next day.

Shen Lang and Yuan Zhao made an appointment to meet in AR.

Shen Lang didn't intend to accept the invitation at first, but Yuan Zhao acted coquettishly on the phone, as if she would cry for her if she didn't go.

She would bother others to cry, not to mention she is 1.8 meters tall.What's more, she has nothing to care about.The rumors have already been spread, and I don't care about this one more time.

She wished that the fire would be more prosperous, the more prosperous the better.

After a moment of hesitation, she agreed to Yuan Zhao's request.

AR is a club that is not as famous as Little Paris, but has a much higher evaluation than Little Paris.

She was fully armed and led to a certain private room by the waiter.

Yuan Zhao was waiting for her inside.

She thanked the waiter, then adjusted her expression before pushing the door in - only Yuan Zhao was sitting there, with long eyelashes slightly drooping, and gently dangling the goblet.The whole person exudes a gloomy atmosphere.

Shen Lang's eyes moved slightly, and he stepped closer, "What's the matter, you look worried."

"...Shen Lang." He raised his face, as if he was a little drunk, his cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't speak clearly, "You are late, I have already drunk."

"Why, you called me to drink with you?" She casually sat down beside him, gently took the wine glass from his hand and put it on the table.

"How could it be?" He didn't resist, just smiled slightly, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "You don't drink well and get drunk easily. I still remember."

"But I don't remember." She poured herself half a glass, raised her head to drink it, and smiled at him softly when she was done, with a romantic look on her eyes and brows, "Look, isn't this drunk?" ?”

Yuan Zhao was stunned for a while, and a smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips, "The alcohol capacity has improved a lot."

Shen Lang didn't speak, but suddenly lowered his head, bent over his neck and sniffed, and said in a low voice, "You lied to me."

"what happened?"

"You didn't drink at all."

"Yeah, I didn't drink it." He smiled, and pointed to his neck, "...does the smell of alcohol seep out of his neck, big detective?"

"No." She shook her head and said, "Your Adam's apple didn't roll, and your eyes didn't get blurred..."

"I'm too weak to drink in front of you, but you don't even dare to look at me."

Yuan Zhao slowly typed out a "...?"

What kind of nonsense is this?
It seemed that she was really a little drunk.

Sure enough, when he took a closer look, the beauty's eyes were already filled with watery mist, the water was shining brightly, and the ends of the already gorgeous eyes were even dyed with an intoxicating thin red, like beautiful and charming rouge, which made people Salivating.

Those clear and beautiful eyes were staring at him closely at this moment, and the beauty's thin white jade fingers were gently clutching the corner of his clothes, looking like she was about to cry.

He was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"I did it on purpose." She said bluntly, her words were so clear that she almost didn't look like a drunk person, "You have to be responsible for carrying me back."

"...walking behind your back? Have a car to make a fuss?" He laughed, "Why do you act like a child."

"But I remember, someone backed me."

"Who?" Yuan Zhao's eyes suddenly turned cold, with inexplicable emotions rolling in his eyes.

Shen Lang tilted his head, as if he was recalling carefully, but he gave up after a few seconds: "I can't remember. Carry me back, okay? As long as you carry me back, I will promise you whatever you want in the future."

"Really?" Yuan Zhao was thoughtful.

...

...

After a moment of silence, she seemed to wake up a little bit.

"I'm lying to you, of course I won't let you carry it back." She yawned lazily and sat up straight, "I usually walk home by myself, seeing how scared you are."

Yuan Zhao: "..."

Does that mean you're not drunk?
Even if she was working normally, it would take her more than an hour to drive home, let alone walk?

Where did she leave her brand new Beetle?

Yuan Zhao pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Who were you looking at through me just now?"

Shen Lang was slightly startled, and smiled helplessly: "No." In order not to let him think too much, he changed the subject lightly, "The clothes are not bad, did you match them yourself?"

Yuan Zhao looked down at his shirt, and hummed, "I read on the Internet that women have a soft spot for white shirts."

"A special liking depends on your face." She glanced at him, "You have to be thankful that your parents gave you a face bestowed by heaven."

"It should be a blessing." He nodded as if agreeing, then suddenly changed the topic, "Today, my cheap brother went to look for you again, right?"

"How do you know?" Shen Lang's expression was half a smile, "Could it be that a camera was installed in my house?"

Yuan Zhao's expression froze, and he lowered his eyes and said, "No...you misunderstood. I'm just guessing."

Fortunately, Shen Lang didn't have much doubts, he just sighed and said, "He's not upright enough, but he really doesn't look like your brother."

Yuan Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Why do you say that?"

Shen Lang chuckled and looked at him: "When he was looking for me, he tried to put a mini camera behind the TV."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhao's expression froze slightly.

"But unfortunately, I found out." She shrugged, picked up the glass, and took another sip of wine.

(End of this chapter)