night fire

Chapter 39 Full Text Climax

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Lu Xiujin's attitude was indeed very sincere—sincere as if he were a party activist.He said a lot at the wine table, flattering and self-deprecating, anyway, they were all praising Zhao Qiyan and belittling himself. He seemed to have really repented, his face wrinkled into a rotten orange, and he confessed and reprimanded his past crimes He said a lot of respectable words to Zhao Qiyan, telling how he shouldn't have been at the beginning, and expressed guilt how magnanimous Zhao Qiyan was regardless of past suspicions, and also published some articles about life. The emotion of truth, expressing my determination to change my mind and start a new life in the future.

Amidst the booing and applause of the crowd, Zhao Qiyan felt that the other party was a corrupt and bribe-taking township entrepreneur, and he was a foreign reporter with two sleeves. Sense of sight.

In short, there are ghosts no matter how you look at it.

At this time, the banquet was halfway through, Wu Yong didn't know where to go, the very intimidating sister next to Lu Xiujin disappeared, and Zhao Qiyan didn't know the rest, but they all followed Lu Xiujin's words and toasted Zhao Qiyan—— Know what to respect.

Faced with those toasts, Zhao Qiyan picked them up one by one, feeling bored. You must know that he wouldn’t go to work in a nightclub if he didn’t drink well. Besides, these expensive drinks are really less interesting than what Lao Bai does. He won’t get drunk anyway. There's nothing wrong with drinking it, but I'm just curious about what kind of medicine Lu Xiujin sells in the gourd.

After drinking several glasses of wine, he conveniently filled himself with a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup to cushion his stomach, and took a small silver-rimmed spoon to stir the bowl round and round—he couldn't quite figure out Lu Xiujin's intentions, although he could see When he came out, Lu Xiujin really wanted to get him drunk, but what about after getting drunk?Drag to the toilet stall for a spank?Even if he can fight a little, but if the enemy is outnumbered, he can't be one against a hundred. Lu Xiujin thinks it won't be so troublesome to deal with him.

What is Lu Xiujin thinking?Zhao Qiyan lowered his head and took a sip of the soup while thinking about it, and unexpectedly found that it was quite delicious, so he drank a few more sips, and after finishing drinking, he subconsciously licked his lips, making his mouth glistening, and Lu Xiujin, who was sitting opposite him, I was very excited when I saw it: "Give me a pot of white fungus and lotus seed soup!"

Zhao Qiyan looked at Lu Xiujin who had buried his whole face in the pot, and a rare doubt arose—that's why Lu Xiujin wanted to deal with him like this?

A few people nearby were helping Lu Xiujin take his face out of the pot, but Lu Xiujin suddenly raised his head, squinted at Zhao Qiyan, pointed his hand, and shouted, "Zhao Qiyan!"

Zhao Qiyan lowered his head and drank the soup, without raising his eyebrows, he just responded, "Huh?"

Lu Xiujin's face seemed to be juggling, and suddenly changed from fierce to cute and lovable, with dimples showing from his smile: "I'm sorry~"

Zhao Qiyan put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and waved to Lu Xiujin: "Come with me."

Lu Xiujin was taken aback for a moment, then pushed away the chair with a smile and followed.

Zhao Qiyan walked down the stairs to the place indicated as the toilet, and Lu Xiujin followed behind. I don't know if it was because he drank too much wine, but his steps were shaky, and he always had to slow down a few steps behind Zhao Qiyan.

Zhao Qiyan came with Wu Yong after get off work. He didn't change his uniform, but put on a long black coat over the outside. The belt around his waist was tied tightly, and there was an extra long slipped around his waist, following his footsteps. Float backward.

He just looked at Zhao Qiyan's belt, and felt that the other party was walking ahead in all black, like an envoy from hell who came to seduce souls.Thinking of this, Lu Xiujin couldn't help but burst out laughing—the roles seemed to be reversed.

He went into the toilet two by one, Lu Xiujin walked behind and closed the door with his hands behind his back.

"You can really drink." As soon as the door was closed, Lu Xiujin seemed to wake up a little bit, with clear eyes.

Zhao Qiyan took a hair tie from his wrist to tie up his hair, took a handful of water to wash his face in front of the sink, and said lightly, "Really?"

Standing next to him, Lu Xiujin looked at his shattered hair that was wetted by water and clung to the skin obediently, seeing his eyelashes drooping wetly, seeing the corners of his eyes turn a little red from alcohol, and he didn't know why. There is a nameless evil fire around.

He hugged him from the side, imprisoned Zhao Qiyan in his arms, and whispered in Zhao Qiyan's ear, "Yes, I can't get drunk anyway, so I have to add some food."

Zhao Qiyan felt itchy, and his head was still a little dizzy. He just washed his face with cold water to wake up, but he didn't expect that his eyes were still foggy.

"I felt it, so I asked you to come to the toilet with me..." Zhao Qiyan said, his legs were inexplicably weak, he slipped a step and almost fell, Lu Xiujin hugged him in time and forced him to the wall , besieged in a dead corner.

Lu Xiujin buried his head on Zhao Qiyan's shoulder, sniffed the clear bitter scent on his body, and asked with a smile, "Are you calling me to the toilet because you are afraid that someone will disturb you?"

The tie of the coat came loose at some point, revealing the uniform inside. Lu Xiujin bit the collar of his shirt and slowly moved it to the right, exposing his fair neck. It happened that more skin on the right shoulder and chest was exposed, and the sudden contact with the cold air made Zhao Qiyan shiver from the cold. Lu Xiujin put his hand into the coat and wrapped it around his waist, and hugged him with the other hand attached to the coat. He said in a coaxing tone, "It's not cold, it's not cold——"

"...will warm you up in no time."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhao: I'm keeping my face down, I want to see how many ribs this man wants to break in me.