Chapter 1139 The Campus Car Overturned

Yan Ge bit his lip slightly, stared down at the toe of his shoe, remained motionless, and ignored his words.

Zhu Rong walked over in two steps and directly carried her on his shoulders.

He didn't send Yange back to Zhao's house, nor did he send Yange back to the villa just now.

Instead, he took Yange to a restaurant.

The feast is very rich, but the protagonist on the table is the wine.

"Since you want to break up with me in the future, you must drink this glass of breakup wine."

He handed the wine glass into her hand: "Try it, this wine tastes sweet and sour, very good."

The taste is good, but the alcohol is very strong, and it has become a weapon for dating women.

Pour in a glass.

Yan Ge hummed in a low voice, "Thank you Mr. Zhu for taking care of me during this time."

She took a small sip of the wine with her slightly pale lips.

The chapped lips immediately looked like flower petals soaked in rain and dew, moist and tempting to kiss.

Probably because the taste of this wine is really sweet and sour.

Yan Ge raised his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled at Zhu Rong: "Mr. Zhu has nothing to repay me for being kind to me, so I wish Mr. Zhu all the best in the future, and a longer life than Nanshan."

When she smiled like this, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, which was charming and charming, but her eyes were watery, pure and clean.

Zhu Rong suppressed the desire in his heart, and also laughed: "You are so old, and if you live longer than Nanshan, you will not grow old."

"Mister Zhu is not old at all."

"You think I'm old."

Yan Ge got stuck, hurriedly shook his head and said, "I'm talking nonsense, Mr. Zhu, don't take it to heart."

"Then punish yourself with a drink." He stared at her and said, "Have a drink and pretend nothing happened."

Yan Ge drank a cup immediately.

After a big meal, Yan Ge didn't even have the strength to leave the dining table, and limp on the chair, staring at Zhu Rong with a silly smile.

Zhu Rong saw that her eyes were foggy, her face was flushed red, her smile was not a smile, she lost the restraint before, when she smiled at him, it seemed to be provocative.

It was as if a fire had been lit in his heart, and he burned himself so thirsty in an instant.

He approached her and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The voice was gentle, almost drowning in the water.

After hearing what he said, Yan Ge giggled, his shoulders trembled slightly, pointed at his nose and said, "Old Bacon."

Zhu Rong: ...He couldn't figure out whether these three words were a compliment to him.

"Oh?" Zhu Rong pinched the tip of her nose: "What is old bacon?"

Yan Ge raised his chin: "Everyone can eat old bacon. Zhu Rong is root old bacon. Any woman can take a bite. It's dirty and smelly because it's stained with a lot of saliva."

He even said he was dirty, smelly, and numb!

Zhu Rong: ...

Well, sure, this is not a compliment to him at all.

He picked him up and walked out.

Knowing that she was drunk, all she said was drunk, but she still asked unwillingly, "Isn't Zhu Rong any better?"

Yan Ge stared blankly and thought for a while: "It sounds very nice, little piggy."

In the past, this would really kill people, but now, listening to her soft voice, he just finds it funny: "What else? Is there anything else?"

"Better than my father." Yan Ge put his arms around his neck and murmured, "My father will beat me and scold me, but Mr. Zhu will not."

She raised her head, kissed his chin, and kissed his nose again: "Better than my father, he must be very kind to his daughter, but I'm not his daughter."