Su Qingyu was urged to Li Tingchen’s side, he leaned on the mat indescribably lazy.
Except for the indifference and tit-for-tat in the past two years, he used to be more polite and restrained, never smoking in front of himself.
It’s as if the neckline of his shirt is now two open, and the dim light above his head is shrouded in his face, which looks deeper and unruly.
Su Qingyu held a lighter to Li Tingchen’s deep eyes, as if talking about her capriciousness.
Regardless of what Li Tingchen thought of her, Su Qingyu raised his legs and knelt on the sofa on one knee, bending forward.
Just like her and Li Tingchen’s identities, she could only lower her posture.
The fire leaped on Li Tingchen’s handsome face, his eyebrows lowered, and the corners of his mouth filled with an ambiguous sneer.：
“I remember you said that even if you jumped from the seventh floor, you wouldn’t come to me for help.”
Su Qingyu didn’t expect Su Qiping to have a sudden accident, and the punch came too fast like a tornado.
Too lazy to guess what he thought of himself, Su Qingyu bent his waist lower, and his voice was humble, “Mr. Li has a lot of adults, don’t care about me.”
Xiao Yuan’s mind turned quickly, and Li Tingchen, who never let women get close to her, let her come over alone. Although the little girl was dressed a bit too much, she was really beautiful. Maybe it was the one Li Tingchen liked.
Xiao Yuan quickly poured three glasses of whiskey for Su Qingyu, and tapped his fingers on the table, “Little girl, this is the rule of begging.”
Su Qingyu frowned tightly, half a cup is enough to kill her for half her life, three more cups?
She looked at Li Tingchen. Li Tingchen didn’t know what he was thinking of. He held his head with one hand and said lazily: “What excuse do you want to make up?”Is your health not good, or are you terminally ill?”
The ridicule at the corner of his mouth was very dazzling. Su Qingyu’s drinking was not particularly good, but he just liked to make trouble for her.
Or revenge.
Su Qingyu felt sour in his heart, thinking that he had never let himself drink alcohol before, whether things were right or wrong.
Li Tingchen sat, only slightly raising his jaw, the sense of nobility dissolved in the blood was invisible, completely distancing the distance between the two.
She will always be a very small and weak person in front of him.
Recognizing the reality, Su Qingyu thought that as long as Su Qiping could be rescued, what was dignity and her life?
She picked up the glass and drank it all. She was not good at drinking, and she couldn’t tell what was good about the wine. She only felt that the wine was liquid, and there was no grass, leaving only a hot burning sensation.
It hurts.
It hurts from the throat and eyes to the stomach.
Su Qingyu was already dressed a lot, sweating profusely, his stomach turned upside down, and he was wringing pain.