After dinner, Qiao An'an really got himself drunk, but not very drunk, just slightly drunk.

Luo Beiyuan helped her to sit in the car, bent down to fasten her seat belt, and suddenly felt two tender hands holding his face. The next second, Joan Ann came over with her lips pouted, kissed him on the face several times, and finally kissed his thin lips again. After the kiss, she seemed a little triumphant, showing a few smug smiles.

Luo Beiyuan shook her head helplessly and laughed. When she was sober, she didn't have the guts. Sure enough, it was fun when she was drunk.

Joan Ann sat in the car, hummed a little song, and then fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up, she found that she was being carried into the elevator by a man. Her arms naturally wrapped around the man's neck, and she moved her face closer to his shoulder.

Luo Beiyuan's breathing was a little heavy. Her defenseless appearance gave him an urge to bully her. It was a matter of course, and the relationship between him and her should develop naturally.

Luo Beiyuan took her home directly, because he didn't dare to send her home when she looked drunk, and if her mother asked, he didn't know how to answer.

"Sit well, and I'll pour you a glass of water." Luo Beiyuan put the woman wrapped around her body on the sofa, but she didn't expect that as soon as she put it down, her arms wrapped around him again. This time, she hugged his thigh. Luo Beiyuan felt like an electric shock all over his body, and a tingling feeling rushed up. Fortunately, he had good concentration, otherwise, in the next second, he would press her down without any scruples.

Qiao Anan didn't let go, and murmured with a smile: "Luo Beiyuan, can I hug your thigh?"

Hearing her childish words, Luo Beiyuan bent down and grabbed her with both hands: "Yes, but not now."

Qiao Anan looked at the man with blurred eyes, and murmured: "You look so good-looking, it's too unfair, you can look so good-looking even as a man..."

Luo Beiyuan felt dumbfounded. Qiao An'an was jealous of his good looks. She didn't even think about it. No matter how good-looking he was, he would only belong to her in the future. She earned it.

Luo Beiyuan poured a glass of water, returned to the sofa, and saw Qiao Anan leaning there in a daze.

"Come on, drink some water." Luo Beiyuan sat down, held her in his arms, and fed her personally.

Qiao Anan took a few sips obediently, and she became sober a lot. She couldn't help asking: "What time is it now? Should I go home?"

Luo Beiyuan glanced at the time: "It's eleven o'clock, you should go back."

"But I don't want to go back, I want to live with you tonight." Qiao Anan suddenly became bolder, and she didn't know why she dared to say such things, but this was her truest thought.

Luo Beiyuan was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, Qiao An'an's cell phone rang.

Qiao Anan took the phone and glanced at it. It was her mother, and her expression flashed with guilt.

Luo Beiyuan's expression was also a little complicated, and his eyes were fixed on her mobile phone.

Qiao Anan answered quickly: "Hello, Mom!"

"It's so late, you haven't come back yet, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiuzhu's voice came, a little anxious. "Mom, I'm at Fang Qing's house, and I won't be coming back at night." Qiao Anan didn't know where she got the courage to lie to her mother.

"At your friend's house, that's fine. It's a good thing for young people to get together." Zhang Xiuzhu was relieved when she heard that she was at a friend's house.

"Then I'll hang up first." Qiao Anan hurriedly hung up the phone in fright, her pretty face was flushed, she was really afraid that her mother would say the next sentence and asked Fang Qing to answer the phone.

Looking at her guilty look like a thief, Luo Beiyuan couldn't help but chuckled: "You're quick to lie."

"I'm... not for you." Qiao Anan laughed at herself.

"For me? What do you want to stay with me for?" Luo Beiyuan's voice became hoarse a little bit. They are both grown men and women. Everyone knows what they want to do when they stay.

Qiao Anan lowered her head, wringing her little hands back and forth. She had a lot to say in her heart, but she didn't know whether she should say it or not.

"I... I'm thinking, since we've all decided to date, there are some things... I think we can try to do it." Qiao An'an's voice was extremely nervous, and her pretty face was blushing. Could she be too proactive?

Of course Luo Beiyuan understood what she meant, but he had promised her before that he would mention this matter after he got married. JrNovels.com