Perfect Feast

Seeing Liu Yang like this, Zhao was stunned for a moment. "You are very good, you dare talk to Zhao Jing like this, you are the first..."

Sun Zhuoqun was a little dissatisfied. “Liu Yang, what are you doing? ”

Liu Yang turned back to hold Yang Qiqi: "Sun Shu. Remember, Secretary-General Yang is drunk, I'm sending her back. ”

Yang Qiqi was really drunk. She didn't feel well when she sat in the room, but now as soon as she walked out, she couldn't reside in her stomach. When Liu Yang turned back and grabbed her arm, she only felt her feet were sour and her legs were soft, but she could only follow everyone behind her. One hand held the wall and strove to support her outward.

“Liu Yang, I'm fine... vomit...” Yang Qiqi said, trying to push Liu Yang away, but “vomited” and squatted down with Liu Yang's arm.

“All right, you take care of Secretary-General Yang, let's go first...” Sun Zhuoqun naturally can't say anything when he sees this scenario, like chasing a fly waved his hand at Liu Yang, and went downstairs with President Zhao and Wang Jinzhong.

Yang Qiqi was dressed in a light grey professional suit, and this squatting, tight step skirt wrapped her back buttocks tighter and tighter. Short-sleeve shirts at the waist also have an open collar and a long neck that reveals brilliant snow.

She squatted and grabbed Liu Yang's arm tightly. Liu Yang stood beside her with her bow and waist, so it was easy to take all the views from Yang Qiqi.

It wasn't until Yang Qiqi's breathing heavily for a while that she felt her stomach flutter calm and she slowly stood up. Liu Yang asked with concern: "Secretary-General, are you all right? Let me help you. Let's go down slowly? ”

“Well, give me a hand, my legs will be a little sour, soft as stepping on cotton...” Yang Qi Qi's weak body approached Liu Yang, let him grab his arm with one hand, the other with his thin waist, the two almost paused step by step, slowly grinding to the stairwell.

By the time she got down the stairs, Liu Yang bent down and put one of her arms on his shoulder. She was almost half-handed and half-backed, walking carefully down the stairs step by step.

As he looked at the stairs, he turned his face from time to time and lowered his voice to Yang Qiqi's ear, reminding him: "Secretary-General... lift your feet... watch the corner...”

Yang Qiqi was drunk, but she understood. The two men were so close, Liu Yang showed a gentle and considerate behavior, which forced her to blush a little. Yang Qiqi opened her eyes and said with embarrassment: “Liu Yang... don't call me Secretary-General... call me sister... from today on, I think you will be my brother...”

“Sister Yang, from today onwards you are my sister, I am your own brother...” To deal with drunk people, you have to follow her words. Otherwise, she will wake up and quarrel with you unbelievably.

“What sister Yang... call her sister... just call her sister...” said Yang Qiqi.

“Okay, sister! Is that all right?” Liu Yang could not help but follow her lead.

“What do you mean? You seem a little dissatisfied, don't you? Let me tell you, it's good for you to be my brother... Don't think I don't know, today you only drink so much wine with President Wang because you helped her... also because of me, you don't drive that President Zhao... I thank you... I have a gift for you... we don't drive her car, sister gives you one... a new Mercedes-Benz...”

Liu Yangxin said Yang Qiqi is really drunk? You have to give me a Mercedes-Benz to work on your own and make a Honda bus?

Without hearing Liu Yang's response, Yang Qiqi suddenly turned her head. The soft lip line just slipped through Liu Yang's cheeks. The feeling of a gentle touch made people's heart move independently.

“Don't you believe me? Go... take me home... I'll let you see if it's true tonight..."

“Okay... I believe, I believe, okay? You carefully underneath your feet...” Liu Yang promised, carrying her with you, and moved Yang Qiqi down the stairs. The two people clasped tightly through the hall, exiting the spinning door, and a cold wind poured over the face.

Outside the door, the rain is still falling, but much smaller than it was when it came. Under the illumination of a lamp post outside the hotel door, the rain filament drifting in the dark sky, like a fantastic hand, suddenly became strange when it was two or three meters from the ground.

Flashing beads of colorful light, they slipped from the eyes of two people and fell to the ground, turning into dark, extremely blurry running water. Flipping small waves with endless indulgence, I don't know where it's going.

“Sister, where is your home?” Liu Yang held Yang Qiqi with one hand, and waved hard with one hand. He didn't know that the light coming from the car was a taxi.

“Uh... West Ring... 9 Dragon River Gardens... Vomit...” She shook her body, but held Liu Yang's hand tightly. Her stomach began to suffer again as she was blown by the humid cold air. Before she had finished giving the address, she vomited, bending over and spitting it out.

Liu Yang only felt that his waist was hot and then turned cold. A strong smell of wine followed closely. As soon as Liu Yang turned around, she saw Yang Qiqi bending over and pressing her hand against her chest, stretching her tongue out.

Her left half of her body was sprayed with puke, but she didn't have any dirt on herself. Liu Yang couldn't help but smile and admire her ability.

Reach out one hand and gently hammer her back through the thin summer shirt on Yang Qi Qi to feel her satin smooth skin very clearly.

Yang Qi Qi Ba Jin finally gasped for a straight waist after throwing up everything he ate at night.

“Sister, how are you?” Liu Yang asked with concern. Yang Qiqi's face was drunk and she whispered: “Sorry, I messed up your clothes... but after spitting it out, I felt much better...”

“It's okay, as long as you're okay...” Liu Yang said with a smile.

At this point, a taxi finally drove over, and the driver left the window and looked at the two people and said, “Can you walk?... oh... how much did you drink? Are you okay? Don't throw up in my car...”

Liu Yang reached out and opened the door, grinning bitterly: “I think it's all right. I just threw up. I'm about to throw up bitterly..."

He was impoverished, and he felt like he had been severely strangled on his arm. In his ear, Yang Qiqi whispered: “Don't say...” The voice, gentle, soft, like a clever little hand, moved the human heart string...

After getting in the car, Liu Yang feared that his vomit would rub onto his car and simply took off his T-shirt. He put the clothes club on his side and Yang Qiqi's head slipped along his arm onto her leg.

“Sister Yang... Sister...” Liu Yang shouted twice, but Yang Qiqi just grumbled and said two vague words. I think she can finally lie down. She can't wait to go to sleep.

“Dude, where are you going?” In the front row, the driver asked, then twisted his face and said, “Why are you drunk so much? Not your wife, is it? ”

The old taxi drivers are generally good at observing Yan Guangdong. The name Yang Qiqi Yang just now has revealed that two people are not married.

Liu Yang quickly said: “Go to the west ring, 9 Longhe Garden... This is my colleague, what are you thinking? ”

“Hee-hee, nothing? I'm just asking. Dragon River Garden? Tsk, that's our wealthy neighborhood in Renzhou City...” The driver laughed and drove, heard Liu Yang say to go to Longhe Garden, and said a few words of admiration.

Liu Yang doesn't even know where Longhe Garden is, let alone the rich in the poor. The car didn't drive very fast in the rain screen. Liu Yang was a little sleepy after drinking. He didn't stop until he was about to go to sleep.

After shaking her head, Liu Yang heard the driver in the front row shouting: “Here... I said, don't sleep in my car? ”

“Stop screaming, I know!” Liu Yang said, looking through the window, the car was parked in front of a two-story villa building. Liu Yangxin was surprised, which made him understand why the driver had just said that the Dragon River Garden was rich.

In front of this little white two-storey villa, none of the millions seem to be coming off. Yang Qiqi, a salaried government official, how dare you live in such a nice villa?

”Liu Yang pushed Yang Qiqi, who was still lying on her lap.“ Here she is, Sister Yang, home... "

“Hmm...” Yang Qiqi slowly sat up and reacted for half a day. She opened her mouth and beat her arrears, lazily said: "I thought I was asleep at home. You woke me up after having a dream... help me down...”

“Ah? Oh...” Liu Yang wanted to follow this car back to the city. She felt a little uncomfortable when she looked at Yang Qiqi's glare. Finally, she paid to get out and take her to the door of the villa.

“Sister, wait...” Liu Yang remembered that his T-shirt was still in the car when the cold rain wire poured on him. But when he turned around, where was the shadow of that taxi?

“Liu Yang, what are you looking for? Come and hold me...” Yang Qiqi put one hand over her head, the other hand reached over, two meters apart, wanted to grab Liu Yang.

“My clothes... my clothes were taken away by a taxi...” Liu Yangguang, drenched like a soup chicken, hurried back and grabbed Yang Qiqi's hand and took her to the door hole of the villa door: “Why are you drenched in the rain? Why don't you come here and wait? ”

Yang Qiqi also did not speak and felt the key to open the door.

Just after the two men walked through the door, she closed the door for a moment, and Mondi turned around and opened his hands and plunged into Liu Yang's arms.

“Sister... Sister Yang...”

“Don't talk, hold me tight...”