Chapter 662 The Book of the Idiot Author (30)

It goes without saying that childhood sweethearts are good friends. Wen Qing, who has always liked Qi Sheng, finally waited for Qi Sheng's confession when she was 18 years old.

Seeing Wen Qing's somewhat shy and expectant look, Xia Qiu smiled and suddenly put his hand on her shoulder.

"Xiao Qing, it's good to like someone, but if you are too accommodating to him, he will not see your existence."

If it were the plot of this book, then Wen Qing and Qi Sheng would probably not be too smooth. After all, people who have not experienced it will always subconsciously ignore the good of the people around them.

"No. He and I have been in love for more than ten years. He will not see that he knows I am there." Wen Qing didn't care.

Xia Qiu sighed in his heart, because he knew it was there without seeing it, so he would instinctively ignore it.

Back to the Ai family, Xia Qiu brought Wen Qing a few small bottles of so-called rose water, and then gave her a few more bottles.

"Here, there are extra bottles made this time, you can give them away."

Wen Qing accepted it with a smile.

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"Drink with me." The man driving the car had a frenzy in his eyes, his hands tightly grasped the steering wheel, and his knuckles were a little white.

Jiang Xiaoke felt a little pity and a little palpitation.

"Okay."

Jiang Yunfei looked at her deeply, and there seemed to be a shadow of her in his eyes, but when he looked more carefully, there was nothing.

Two boxes of beer, simple stewed food bought from the small restaurant downstairs.

One bottle for each person, as if competing to see who would finish it first, one bottle for Jiang Yunfei and one for Jiang Xiaoke.

The clear face was a little drunken, and Jiang Xiaoke's consciousness was also a little confused.

"Don't go home until you are drunk, Fei."

"Don't go home until you are drunk." Jiang Yunfei looked at her, his eyes were a little deep, and then slowly became hot.

White calves, sitting cross-legged on the ground, slender waist and moving face, this body, he tasted it before when he was drunk, and the taste... was not bad.

"Jiang Xiaoke, do you like me?"

Opened two more bottles of beer, handed one to Jiang Xiaoke, watched her subconsciously gulp down, with a blurred look in her eyes, without asking anything, Jiang Yunfei asked.

"I like you. I like your eyes the most. I have liked them since I first saw you." Jiang Xiaoke said dizzily.

His face was close to her hand at some point, so that she could touch his outline with her hand.

If these eyes were a little gentler and smiled a little more, they would be him.

In a trance, Jiang Xiaoke felt that she was really drunk.

"Fei, I like you. I have liked you for a long time. Unfortunately... you have never liked me. I... it's too late." Jiang Xiaoke mumbled confusedly, and tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

Secret love is so bitter, especially when you can't get it, but that is her best friend, she can only watch and bless them.

"I am here." A light and hot kiss, turned and kissed the corner of her eyes, "Don't cry, I am here."

For some reason, as if her tears burned his heart, Jiang Yunfei hugged the little woman.

She was so fragile, as if she was not enough to fill his arms, and he completely embraced her with just a gentle hug.

But she seemed to be different from those women who approached him.

She likes him!

Jiang Yunfei carried Jiang Xiaoke, whose face was flushed, sideways.

She was as light as a feather.

Jiang Yunfei's reason recovered a little after enduring the strangeness in his heart, but he still carried her sideways into the bedroom without any hesitation.

Jiang Xiaoke's moans were blocked between her lips and teeth. She dreamed that she was dreaming. She finally had a forbidden relationship with the man she had secretly loved for seven years. It was so extreme, and yet so uneasy...