Wen Lanchaosheng

Chapter 7

The news about asking Wen Lan to have dinner together at night has not been answered. Jiang Chaosheng called and no one answered. Worried that Wen Lan was addicted to the game and forgot the time, he packed the roast duck rice that Wen Lan likes to eat and went to the small apartment to find him.

Wen Lan had given him a spare key, so Jiang Chaosheng opened the door easily, and then saw Wen Lan lying on the coffee table with a few cans of beer beside him.

Wen Lan had an empty, crushed jar in his hand.

Pour in a can.

Jiang Chaosheng probably knew about his boyfriend's drinking capacity.

I just don't know why Wen Lan suddenly became interested in drinking.

Feeling helpless, he put the roast duck rice in his hand on the coffee table, then went to the bedroom and turned on the air conditioner.

Wen Lan, who was lying on the coffee table pretending to be drunk, was really dizzy now.

It is said that wine is strong and cowardly, he originally wanted to drink some wine to strengthen his courage, and then have a heart-to-heart talk with Jiang Chaosheng in a drunken and crazy style.As a result, he overestimated his drinking capacity, and he began to faint before drinking a can of wine. He failed to build up his courage, and the moment he heard the sound of the door opening, he was persuaded.

Not knowing how to face Jiang Chaosheng, his mind was in a mess, and he simply lay down on the coffee table and pretended to be drunk.

The effect of alcohol magnified all the negative emotions in his heart. He was angry and wronged, and scolded Jiang Chaosheng countless times as a bastard—until he was hugged by Jiang Chaosheng.

Princess hug.

The young man's strong arms bent through his legs and hugged him easily.

Wen Lan was scolding vigorously in her heart, but suddenly her mind went blank, and she couldn't even remember where she was scolding just now.

Being put on the soft bed, Wen Lan hid her hot cheeks under the quilt by turning over.

Jiang Chaosheng turned around and left the room.

Hearing the disappearance of footsteps, Wen Lan opened his eyes, feeling a little lost.

If you don't like him, why do you always treat him so well...

Just to let him write essays and do translations!

Son of a bitch!

After a while, the footsteps turned back again, Wen Lan quickly closed her eyes again, and held her breath.

A cool towel landed on his face, gently wiped his face, and wiped his hands carefully.

He was slightly relieved when the touch of the towel left his body.

But after finishing these, Jiang Chaosheng did not leave.

Wen Lan didn't hear the footsteps, and didn't dare to open her eyes to look. She just felt that Jiang Chaosheng had been looking at him...

Looked for a long time.

It had been so long that he was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly felt a gentle touch on his forehead, and it was gone as soon as he touched it.

The door of the room was closed softly, and Wen Lan fell into a deep sleep.