Chapter 35: Drunk afterwards (2)

There was a sudden tightening of his throat, his eyes were unnaturally removed from the rest, but he couldn’t help but walk outside when he came in. The eyes were put back on that person.
He was dressed a little thin, and his eyebrows fell under the light, still like a very handsome sheep's thin jade, very transparent.
I don't know if he used to be cold in the past, even if he is no longer the former character, he can still feel the faint chill on the face.
It may also be a snow outside, which will make his face three-point cold.
Shen Zhifan cleared his throat and smiled. When he smiled, the frost had faded. The coldness between the eyebrows was replaced by the childishness of the scorpion, which turned into a warm and thin jade.
However, he also looked very unnaturally, and found that he could think of yesterday's embarrassing situation no matter where he fell, so he finally set his sights on Lauren.
"Cough, that, good afternoon, Mr. Lauren." His voice was a bit difficult, low as a mosquito, "Good afternoon, swearing general."
The words turned to the head and the expression was very stiff.
"Well... good afternoon."
"Well," Shen Zhifan was a little embarrassed and could only respond.
The words paused, because I didn’t know what to say, but I also nodded stiffly.
... In short, the scene is very embarrassing.
"Oh," Lauren slammed his legs open and held his chin in his doubts. "Mr. Shen is too out of view. After that, everyone is a ministry. It’s good to call adults directly. Adults are also very good today. Ah, it’s okay, you see you kissed me yesterday, and you’re so polite, hahahaha, everyone is just a writer.

Speech: "..."
Shen Zhifan: "..."
Oh, very good, the scene 尴尬 successfully upgraded to mAX.
The words never felt that the role of prayer was so great, and I never felt that Lauren’s lethality was so great.
"Hey?" Lauren slammed his head. "How do you look at me? Hahaha, even if I am handsome, I don't have to look at it. We might as well talk about what happened last night...?"
When Lauren looked up, he finally saw that the general was about to smother his gaze. He didn't know why he felt his neck cool, and he changed his tone of speech at the end.
He licked his head and remembered some embarrassing words about his hand before he left.
- "Don't tell the generals last night."
- "Remember."
- "Do not bother the adults and Mr. Shen when they are alone."
- "Remember to remember."
- "If you still have to die."
Lauren played a small abacus in his heart. He felt that the general was too stingy. It wasn’t that the wine was bad. This is something that everyone knows is not good. As for not disturbing him and Mr. Shen alone...
He groaned and thought about it.
I don’t think so. It should be Mr. Shen’s harassment of him and the generals.
Lauren felt that he was very wronged.
Thinking must be that the prayer is not smart enough, and the advice left is not useful.
The prayers that just came home also had hangover sequelae. When he went home, he still had to attend a family meeting. It was a headache. He finally came over and said what he was saying, and suddenly he made a sneeze.
He sucked his nose and thought, it wouldn’t be Lauren’s great and chanting him?
He should...will not listen to his advice?
Lauren was wronged and wronged, but he still pondered the look of the generals, and pondered the look of Shen Zhifan, and finally found a few traces of what is wrong.
"Lauren."
The words are unbearable and can be opened gently.
Although the voice was light and fluttering, I don’t know why Lauren felt a fierce wind blowing down his back and let him shudder. He looked at the generals in a stupid way, and the heart under his body shivered. .
"How, what's the matter?" Lauren swallowed and his eyes were very confused. "I should have done nothing wrong today... right?"
He paused and wondered: "Is there really?"
But he is only helping Mr. Shen to integrate into their new department.
He, is he doing something wrong?
... suddenly said that there is no prayer, even the punishment of Lauren has no motivation.
Lauren grievously stood up and succumbed to the generals of the generals and stepped back two steps: "That... then you talk, I, I will go down a shovel."
It’s hard to breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as I look up, I see the clear and drooping eyes of Shen Zhifan, and the heart is suddenly tight.
- There are only two of them left now.
So the degree of ambience of the atmosphere does not seem to be two points better than Lauren’s departure.
But he couldn't keep silent all the time, so he tried to find a topic. He just saw a thin shirt in the youth: "How to dress so little?"
When he finished, he suddenly became dumb, and when he returned, he almost bit his tongue.
Shen Zhifan’s face was red, and his eyes went out to the outside and stared out:
...because my clothes are on you.

There is no more power to say that even the scorpion is clear.
He is very embarrassed now.
After playing the rebellious period and the second period of the generals many years ago, he has not been so embarrassed for a long time.
Most of him is serious and unmoving, and even from his youth he can see that his restraint is almost as strong as an ordinary person can't reach.
And if that kind of emotion falls down... almost no need to think, he just listened to the description in Lauren's mouth, and probably can imagine the reason why Shen's clothes are on him.
If he has been fully opened for a long time, then... then it means that he must have done something to Shen Zhifan yesterday.
- "Then you will hold Mr. Shen for a while, then then we will marry him in front of us. Well, nothing seems to be nothing."
It’s hard to avoid talking about Lauren’s words.
... I really want to poke Lauren who just told him this passage. Of course, I want to poke myself to kill myself yesterday.
He, he managed to fool the other party.
Ok, it’s not that easy.
The present Shen is so clean and transparent as a stream that can see the bottom at a glance, from the beginning, without admiring his admiration.
Therefore, it is almost easy to swindle such a sneak peek. However, even such a breeze, he feels overwhelmed and guilty in the face of excessive trust.
There are also some unbearing sensations.
Suddenly the dead fish was suddenly sent to the water, but the fish did not know whether it was boiling water in the boiling pot, or the sea that gave it life and redemption.
So much so that when the layer of paper was suddenly smashed, he felt a sigh of relief and pacing.
"I was very rude last night."
He licked his lips and his head went down, revealing his sharp and handsome side face.
"My wine... has not been very good, is it scaring you?"
"It doesn't matter," Shen Zhifan paused, and quickly waved his hand, then paused again. It didn't seem to hold back. "That... than you usually, slightly, arrogant."
Speech: "..."
He cleared his throat again, and to be honest, his nephew was nothing to clear, but when he was nervous and embarrassed, he couldn't help but clear his throat.
"Yesterday was too rude," he sat down and re-smit himself a glass of sober soup. After all, the generals had many years of leadership experience. When they were pretending, they looked very calm, except that he knew his fingers were still playing slightly. Trembling, "I apologize to you."
Shen Zhifan shook his head again: "No, no... drunk, this, understand."
The throat is moving again. When you are nervous, you will drink the hangover soup directly. You will drink the guise and decisiveness of the guillotine.
"I thought I wouldn't get drunk yesterday, I didn't expect... cough," I didn't know if it was a psychological reason after drinking two. He felt that he was better, and finally had the courage to turn to the opposite youth. "Two days." It’s a holiday, I will send you back.

Shen Zhifan lowered his head slightly and hesitated, and suddenly it seemed to stop talking.
"Oh, yes," the words suddenly realized. "You just came over and asked me something."
Shen Zhifan nodded and finally took the courage and took out a flower branch from behind.
A word of sorrow, because he was too nervous and guilty, he never found that Shen Zhifan had a hand that was always behind him.
Now he saw what he was hiding behind.
It is a flower, but if there is no such flower, it is almost no different from wild grass. The petite and weak white petals don’t look too spiritual. After all, it has been uprooted, but the sun is beautiful, even with Such a pure flower also stained two points of golden burning.
His heart was tight and he looked at Shen Zhifan with some incomprehensibility.
"This is what I gave to you when I was drunk last night," Shen Zhifan seemed to chuckle, bowed his head and couldn't see the look, but the light fell on his brow, very gentle. "I didn't open yesterday. But when I woke up in the morning, I found it open. It was beautiful. Can you tell me what the flowers are?"
Speaking of a throat, whispered: "What is the name of the flower, it is called ... moonlight, forget me."
"Well, this way," Shen Zhifan continued to hang his head. If you look closely, you can see that his wrist with a squid is also shaking. "That, thank you, I gave it to me yesterday."
He paused, and he seemed to find that there was nothing to say in his words. Some hesitant stagnation, it seemed to be somewhat lost, and he could only turn around with some reluctance: "Then I will leave first..."
Although he turned around, he had a footstep, because he heard the footsteps coming from behind him. He couldn’t wait to turn back. He had his fingers crossed his arm. He followed his inertia and his fingers were sticky. Got to his chin.
His chin was eager but not rudely slammed, his eyes were too late to open, and the other party had already kissed.
He smelled the taste of the hangover soup, not rushing, but it was exceptionally cool.
This kiss was exceptionally short, just as the kiss last night was exceptionally long.
"... are you still drunk now?"
After a kiss is finished, Shen Zhifan does not dare to look up.
The breath of the other side is still within easy reach of him. He leans his throat and can see the other's tall nose.
"No," the other party slammed openly, and the voice was as low as the mountains and valleys slowly hitting Shen Zhifan's mind. "I am sober now."
"I... very awake," the other's voice hesitated and slowed down, with unspeakable lightness and joy, and couldn't help but blend in with the lingering lingering of the two lovers. "Very."
His voice did not fall, and the young people who did not wait for the response responded, even if they kissed deeply.