Brothers' little milk group has become a full-scale boss

Chapter 180
The last moment of Tang Xi's injury was still in his mind. When he saw his father's fireball, he also wanted to rush over to block Tang Xi.

However, he couldn't even get to her side at the fastest speed, so how could he block that move for her.

Only then did he regret that he hadn't practiced well for so many years.

If possible, he might be able to protect her by her side like Ye Mushen.

After eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the lights in Tang Xi's ward had been turned off, only a small night light was on.

The door of the ward was quietly opened, and a black figure looked in through the crack for a while before walking in quietly.

Standing in front of the hospital bed, looking at Tang Xi who was already asleep, a wry smile slowly crossed Leng Jian's face.
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Blues style bar.

Sang Qian sat across from Leng Jian, watching him pour the wine into his stomach one cup after another, the sadness in his eyes could not be concealed.

The blue hair was a little messy, hanging down on his forehead, which made the unruly boy feel a little more melancholy.

He held the wine glass and kept shaking it. The glass reflected Sang Qian's shadow through the light.

Leng Jian's eyes were blurred, and she kept murmuring to the shadow in the cup: "Little peacock, I'm sorry!"

"Little Peacock, I want to become strong, and I want to protect you well."

He raised his head, drank the wine in the glass, slammed the glass on the table, and said, "Pour the wine!"

"Leng Jian, don't drink anymore, I'll ask Xiao Ding to pick you up."

"I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back to that cold home, there is nothing there, it's freezing to death, can you take me away? Little peacock, take me out of here, I don't want to go back to that home again."

Leng Jian took Sang Qian's hand and kept shaking it. He could no longer tell who the person in front of him was.

Sang Qian snatched the wine glass from him, called a waiter, and took him to the guest room on the second floor.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Leng Jian grabbed her wrist, and then pulled her into her arms with a strong force.

The man's breath was full of the strong smell of alcohol, which sprayed on Sang Qian's face, and immediately made her heart that had been buried in her heart for a long time burst out.

Leng Jian hugged her neck tightly with both hands, and kept murmuring: "Little peacock, don't go, don't leave me."

Sang Qian raised her head, just in time to meet Leng Jian's blurred eyes, with hot tears in them, as if begging, more like flattery.

Her heart was stung suddenly. In her heart, Leng Jian was such a cold, arrogant and ruthless man, and such a bohemian man.

Now, it's like a little milk dog wagging its tail and begging.

Sang Qian stroked his forehead lightly with her fingers, coaxing softly: "Okay, I won't go, you are obedient, and sleep well."

These words were like rain and dew on the long-dry land, which immediately woke up the chaotic Leng Jian.

He turned over, pressed Sang Qian down, covered her face with hot lips, seduced her soul one after another, and asked her to give herself to him desperately, just to comfort his hurt heart.

noon the next day.

When Leng Jian woke up, she had a severe headache.

He rubbed his head, and the dream from last night reappeared in his mind.

He dreamed about the little peacock, and dreamed that they were entangled together, and he thought he must be crazy.

He hammered his head hard and scolded 'bastard', how could he have such an idea?That's his little peacock, how could he flirt with her like this?
However, when he got up and wanted to sit up, he found that he was not wearing anything under the quilt.

He jerked the quilt up, covering his body, and sat on the bed in a daze, thinking about the dream last night.

It turned out that this was not a dream, everything was real.

Leng Jian hammered her head hard and cursed, 'Damn it! '

Of course he knew that that person was definitely not Tang Xi.

He got up, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and came out, looking for clothes to put on, but found that his clothes from yesterday were gone.

The door was knocked open and a waiter came in.

"Sir, you drank too much last night and vomited all over. We changed your clothes for you and bought them for you according to your size."

The bath towel around Leng Jian's waist almost fell off, and he immediately grabbed it with his hands.

"What did you say? What the hell happened last night?"

The waiter nodded: "You drank too much last night and vomited on your body. We have no choice but to change it for you and arrange you to live here."

"Where's the girl?"

The waiter looked at him in surprise: "What girl? From the beginning to the end, I changed your clothes for you. There are no girls."

no girls

Then everything last night was a dream?

Why is it like the real thing?
Leng Jian took the clothes in disbelief, and suddenly remembered that before he was drunk, it was Sang Qian who was with him.

He turned around suddenly, "Where is Sang Qian? Where is she?"

"Sister Sang Qian had something to do last night. She went out and hasn't come back yet."

Leng Jian didn't know whether she should be grateful or depressed.

Fortunately, after I was drunk, I didn't cause harm to other girls.

What is depressing is that such a real and beautiful night is just a dream.

He put on his clothes and went downstairs to leave.

Sang Qian, who was standing on the top floor, looked at the back of Leng Jian's car going away, and then looked down at the red mark on her chest, with a smile on her face.

She liked him and didn't want to get him.

However, last night, seeing him in so much pain, she suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to comfort him.

Love is like a poison sometimes, once you fall in love with it, it will devour your soul recklessly.

She clearly knew that the person in his heart was not herself, but she still flew towards the fire like a moth.

In her heart, even if it is a short-lived beauty, even if it is for this beauty, she thinks it is worthwhile to sacrifice everything.

She thought she must be crazy, or sick, but she just wanted to make herself crazy and sick.

Not for anything else, just for love.

(End of this chapter)