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Chapter 43

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    Wang Mingsheng lay down in the room, motionless, it was quite the case, Liang Ci thought he was really drunk, and looked down at him, the headlights in the room were not turned on, and the dim light was on, casting a soft light on his face.

    Liang Ci went down to fetch water, Zhang Yan was slightly startled, and climbed to the window to look at her with her clothes on.

    Liang Ci looked embarrassed and explained: "He seems to be drunk."

    Zhang Yanwei chuckled twice, "You don't need to explain to me, if you want to stay overnight, you can stay overnight."

    Liang Ci denied: "It's notdrunk and unconscious."

    Zhang Yanwei suggested: "Then, would you like to make him some hangover soup?"

    Liang Ci was a little embarrassed: "How to cook? I don't know"

    Zhang Yan was a little surprised, and after thinking about it, she understood that a scholar like Liang Ci usually doesn't have many opportunities to cook, maybe it's no problem to take care of the housework as a helper, but it may not work for those with technical content, mainly due to the lack of contact  , Maybe at home, parents won't let them into the kitchen.

    She pointed out: "In fact, hangover soup is not very useful, you can make him some strong tea to hangover."

    Liang Ci: "Do you have tea?"

    Zhang Yan nodded slightly: "Yes, it's just low-quality tea, it's Biluochun, I guess it's fake is that okay?"

    Liang Ci fetched water, put down the basin, rolled up his cuffs and said, "It's good to drink some, he won't be picky."

    Upon hearing this, Zhang Yanwei took out the iron box from the drawer. The green packaging was well sealed. It was not tea cakes, but broken tea leaves.

    Liang Ci took a look at her and smiled at her: "Go to sleep, I'm sorry to disturb you."

    Zhang Yan waved her hand slightly: "It's okay, you can call me if you have anything serious."

    Liang Ci thanked her, brought water into the room, washed a hot handkerchief and walked to the bed.

    Thinking of what Zhang Yanwei reminded again, it seemed that he was really tolerant when he was in front of him.

    This man is courteous to women, sometimes he wants to chase you, sometimes he wants to fuck you.  Liang Ci thought that with the impulsive panic that night, Wang Mingsheng might calm down a little.

    However, his performance afterwards was very unexpected, and he would go to Liang Ci's side from time to time.

    Naturally, Liang Ci is not hard-hearted.

    Thinking of this, he realized that he might not be very comfortable. He hesitated to untie his shoes, frowned and called him a few times, but there was no response. Just as his hand touched his coat, it was suddenly held. Wang Mingsheng pulled it forward,  Liang Ci lost her balance and fell down.

    She got up, glanced at the big palm that was clenching her wrist, and began to suspect that he was really drunk or fake.

    Wang Mingsheng opened the corners of his eyes to look over, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.  Seeing this, Liang Ci was a little displeased, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you really drunk?"

    Wang Mingsheng moved his body, "If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk."

    Liang Ci: "Don't do Tai Chi with me, I'll ask you if you're really drunk or fake drunk."

    Wang Mingsheng had no choice but to apologize: "I'm really drunk, my head is still dizzy, I just feel better now."

    She was dubious: "Really?"

    Wang Mingsheng put his hand on his forehead, avoiding her gaze, and said with pursed lips, "Really, you didn't smell the wine?"

    Liang Ci turned back and threw the handkerchief into the basin, splashing a splash of water, lowering her eyes and saying, "Do you know, trust is so weak, if you work hard to maintain it for a long time, maybe even one small thing will fail you."

    Wang Mingsheng took down his hands, lifted his body up, and stopped talking to her: "Then what do you say? Do you have to force me to speak openly? To tell you the truth, I have run out of tricks.  Qian donkey is poor, racking his brains, feeling like his body is going to be hollowed out, you seem to be soft and hard. What kind of man do you like? Complain to you every day? Talk about poetry, books and songs?"

    Liang Ci looked at him without saying a word.

    Wang Mingsheng said: "I don't know these things, I can only play tricks This is easier for me."

    Liang Ci was silent for a while, then said slowly: "Who said you don't know anything, it's notyou can confess."

    "You're good at confessing, and then?"

    This time, Wang Mingsheng couldn't keep up with Liang Ci's thoughts. He sat up suddenly, with one leg bent and his hands on his knees.  Broad shoulders and thick back.

    He squinted at her for a moment: "What did you mean by that?"

    Liang Ci turned his head to the side he couldn't see, "I don't know how to recite poems or compose Fu. During the Republic of China, it was popular to break the four old and speak vernacular."

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    When Wang Mingsheng heard that the back was distracted, he directly went up to pull her, with his usual strong style.  armThe magical power pulls him involuntarily.

    After a while of silence.

    He mentioned something, and he said it very directly and simply, like asking if you have eaten.

    Liang Ci blushed and hid in the quilt. She must be old, otherwise how could she be heated up by his frivolous words.

    Wang Mingsheng licked his lower lip, no longer asked for her permission, and lowered his head to crawl in from her ankle that was protruding from the quilt.

    Liang Ci backed away in a bit of a panic, but couldn't resist his strength, and was swept by a force, she slid down for nearly half a meter, and the sheets rolled up crumpled.

    She saw the quilt at the head of the bed slide down a few centimeters, revealing the light-colored cushions underneath, thinking inappropriately that it would be very troublesome to tidy up tomorrow.

    Just about to blame him, his eyes suddenly opened, he bit his lips and couldn't speak, and his fingertips grabbed the pillowcase hard, his knuckles were completely white.

    Staring at the white "d" on the curtains for a while, then slowly lost sight of it.

    Liang Ci is shy like a serious patient with a high fever.  She felt that this kind of behavior was really more embarrassing than that, which was beyond her acceptance, whether it was from the heart or from the senses.

    She began to lose her mind, and closed her eyes lightly to look at the green wall covering. The dense leaves dazzled her, making her dizzy.

    She was covered in sweat, her hair was wet and messy, her whole body was like a cloth that had been wrung out, to be precise, it was a rag that had been washed and then wrung out, and she didn't see him smiling until it was clear. I don't know if it was  The problem with the lighting, his face was a degree paler than usual, so he looked inexplicably handsome.

    Liang Ci shook his head, and regained his composure in an instant after two seconds, turned around and hugged himself to give him a back, his temple hair was in a lock.  He asked if he wanted to turn down the air conditioner. How could Liang Ci care about that? She wanted to get into the gap, hide, and hide her embarrassment.

    Wang Mingsheng didn't know whether he should be proud or sigh: "Why are you so flattering? I haven't officially started yet."

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