Rotten Terrier - Chapter 102 Extraordinary·Love (2)

Chang Shu pushed Mu Qingchen away and poured another glass of wine. The mellow aroma of the clear rice wine mixed with rice could not suppress the irritability in his heart. On the contrary, it was like adding firewood, which burned more and more vigorously.

"boom"

The wine cup knocked on the low table.

Mu Qingchen's shoulders followed, and he glanced at her with a guilty conscience and anxiously.

Why are you so angry all of a sudden? No one offended her.

Xiao Si came back with a portion of fried melon seeds, a portion of peanuts and a portion of crisp winter dates.

He said: "You two are slow."

Chang Shu grabbed him and ordered two more pots of wine and soju.

The drink she wanted was behind the counter, and the young man went three steps and two steps, and returned three steps and two steps, and brought two heavy wine jars.

At first glance, it's a huge amount.

Chang Shu held on to the belly of the altar and opened the wine seal. The rich aroma of wine leaped out of the mouth of the altar, and suddenly drifted away.

The young man has rich service experience, and he took two big bowls from nowhere, and said: "It's more refreshing to drink. There is a kind of heroic'I am smiling to the sky.'"

As before, Chang Shu didn't fill Mu Qingchen with it, and was alone in occupying the drink.

A big mouthful of soju, burned his throat, esophagus... and her depressed heart.

A few drops slid down her tight chin, splashed all over the gorgeous dress, slowly fading away.

Mu Qingchen could see now that Chang Shu was in a bad mood, especially bad, like a firecracker, it would explode at a single point.

She glanced down at the feet, remembering the pain of being hit by the rolling pin, and said to her heart, stay away from her, so as not to hurt my innocent pond fish.

Of course, this was just her simple and naive thought. From Chang Shu's perspective, it was Mu Qingchen that made her unhappy. Aristocratic family Xungui had seen her a lot, and it was the first time she saw such a hateful one.

"Mu Qingchen, I have something to ask you." Chang Shu said, drinking from the bowl.

After a few pauses, he took a few more sips while holding the wine jar. There was a slight drowsiness in his eyes, but his eyes were still bright, like a clear lake, with Mu Qingchen's suspicious face printed like a mirror.

"You said." Mu Qingchen agreed.

She moved back and distanced herself from Chang Shu.

Chang Shu asked, "I have a younger sister who looks a lot like me, exactly the same. Since you don't want to be a concierge, are you willing to—marry her?"

Mu Qingchen:...

Inexplicably asked an inexplicable question, she thought Chang Shu might be drunk.

But still seriously asked: "...is the temperament the same as you?"

Chang Shu made a decisive "um".

Mu Qingchen: Then who would dare to marry!

Chang Shu added: "Just like me, Duan Hui Xianshu."

Mu Qingchen: Who gives you confidence!

"Answer me, would you like to marry?" Chang Shu drank all the wine in the altar.

After this, she was really drunk, the Tianling lid seemed to be swollen with water, and she pressed it down heavily, then raised her eyes to look at Mu Qingchen, and even swinged around with the table.

She closed her eyes, trying to recover a bit of clarity, but still remembered that Mu Qingchen hadn't answered yet.

"What about you, Mu Qingchen, would you like to marry." She waited impatiently, using both hands, grabbing Mu Qingchen's face and pulling out, "Will you?

Mu Qingchen hurts, grabbing her wrist: "...yah, it hurts..."

Chang Shu was guilty of drunkenness, the strength of her fingertips did not relax, and the child said: "Don't talk nonsense, say, do you want to~"

"Willing, marry, marry." Mu Qingchen took off her hand.

The lingering sound of "marrying" was not dissipated in the air, and Chang Shu smiled comfortedly, and fell into Mu Qingchen's arms because he was too strong to drink.

What kind of experience is it when the sweetheart suddenly "throws his arms and hugs"?

Mu Qingchen felt it was... shocked.

She hasn't even accepted that she is judged

As for the fact of Xiu, how could she be so close to Chang Shu, although this approach was not voluntary by both of her.

She raised her hands high and lowered her eyes, looking at Chang Shu, who was holding her leg as a pillow, her blushing cheeks exuded a seductive fragrance and a touch of heat.

This is not a hooligan.

Mu Qingchen called her: "Chang Shu?"

Three consecutive noises were ignored.

She sighed helplessly and pushed Chang Shu's shoulder with her fingertips, but still nothing happened.

Then he turned his head over his ears and listened to Chang Shu's breathing... it was really even and long.

Mu Qingchen glanced at the two jars of wine on the table, and scornfully said that he was ashamed to ask for two jars because of the amount of alcohol, and my money was useless.

I thought I could take the opportunity to get some pocket money from her father's pocket. It's all right now, I'm paying all the money for the wine, and I have no money.

This is not terrible.

What was miserable was that Chang Shu didn't wake up no matter what, so Mu Qingchen had to carry her on her back, acting as hard work.

Mu Qingchen was a little clumsy for the first time he was betraying him. With a "boom", he knocked Chang Shu's head on the door lintel.

Her foot that crossed the threshold immediately froze in the air, making sure that someone on her back did not have the tendency to wake up and curse, then quietly landed her foot and turned away from the direction when she came and went.

After walking a few steps, the person suddenly stiffened: "Why... why is it dark! The Mu drum is over? I didn't hear it."

She thought, it must be the reason that being with Chang Shu disturbed her mind, and she didn't care about the sound of Mu drum.

Carrying Chang Shu on her back, she went around in a circle, and found that apart from them, there was only a cloud of darkness on the long street, not even a ghost.

Looking up at the sky, staring at the high hanging Xia Xuanyue, the cold white light made her feel hairy.

The curfew is not a joke, you have to find an inn to rest.

Mu Qingchen looked around, lifted Chang Shu who was sliding downwards, and continued to move forward.

Afraid of being discovered by Wuhou who was patrolling the street, she did not dare to go out and strayed around, like a little mouse desperately hiding herself, walking one street after another against the corner eaves.

It was hard to find an inn that hadn't completely closed, and the shopkeeper was about to close the door.

Mu Qingchen carried Chang Shu on his back for a long time and walked for a long time, with little strength remaining in his thin arms and legs.

Across a long distance, weakly shouted: "The shopkeeper."

She should be lucky, and in the dead of night, the boss will hear her voice like a gossamer.

Reopened the door, went out to check, and saw that they were both well-dressed, knowing that they were the owner of good money, and eagerly ran to support her.

Lead her into the shop.

Inside the shop is a boundary beyond the jurisdiction of Wuhou, and there are two tables of people drinking and punching, shouting inaudible drunken words.

Mu Qingchen found a place to sit down, her aching legs and feet were loose, but Chang Shu was still hanging on her back.

She allowed Chang Shu to lean her head against her neck, hugging herself like a koala hugging a tree trunk.

The shopkeeper poured her a cup of tea, she took it, thanked her, and drank it upright.

After a short break, I asked the shopkeeper if there were rooms available, and I wanted two.

However, when paying the money, I remembered the fact of making pocket money, and coughed twice to cover up the embarrassment, and I only had one room.

The shopkeeper's flattering smile disappeared instantly, and even gave her a contemptuous look.

I don't know if the shopkeeper was deliberate, and the room opened for Mu Qingchen was on the third floor, causing her to step on step by step ladder, desperately climbing up.

When I got to the room, I didn't have the strength to put Chang Shu on the bed. I took off my arm and threw it into the lunch box.

According to the plot in the storybook, orphans and widows live in the same room, not to mention that something that makes people blushing is at least a bit of a drama.

For example, quietly, quietly, looking at Chang Shu's sleeping face, stroking her cheek, or... stealing a fragrance.

Wretched.

Mu Qingchen cursed in a low voice, she threw away these inconsistencies

Thoughts. Taking off Chang Shu's shoes and socks, she took off her wine-scented clothes, and threw them to the ground like a sack.

After a few moves, she was panting from exhaustion.

Covered Chang Shu with a quilt, went to the bath in the backyard to take a bath, came back refreshingly, blew out the candle, lay down beside Chang Shu, and went to the peaceful Meng Zhougong.

One was drunk, and the other was tired, and both slept till dawn.

Chang Shu's temples swelled and hurt, his brows tucked lightly, and with a grunt, he leaned against the bed, facing out of the bed.

She couldn't help but touch a soft, hot object. She was a little puzzled. In her memory, when she had such a strange thing on her huanghuali bed.

Her doubts were incomprehensible, she opened her eyelids reluctantly, and entered her eyes. It was a fuzzy face, gradually focusing and becoming clear.

It seems to be a...person...

Looks like... Mu Qingchen...

Yes... it's Mu Qingchen...

etc! !

How could Mu Qingchen be in my bed! !

Chang Shu seemed to be struck by thunder, and his internal organs were thunderous. His eyes widened suddenly, and he bounced up quickly as if being burnt.

"Mu Qingchen! You are presumptuous!!"

She kicked out, and with ten layers of skill, she kicked Mu Qingchen off the ground.

Mu Qingchen woke up in severe pain, instinctively hugged herself, and rolled on the ground.

When the pain subsided, Fang felt that there was a cold cypress floor under him at this moment, not a soft quilt.

She leaned on the edge of the bed with her feet on her feet, her angry eyes stretched out towards Chang Shu: "You, you, you..."

You have been for a long time, but you didn’t have a reason for it, but Chang Shu had the upper hand: "You stinky rascal! Stinky rascal! Stinky bastard!"

In one sigh of relief, Chang Shu cursed three curse words that he would only know in his life.

She pulled the quilt ball in her arms in a panic, her expression changed again, and she hesitated to lift the quilt a little...

"Mu Qingchen, you who destroyed the Nine Clans, my clothes are!"

"I'll take it off for you," Mu Qingchen rubbed his legs, "No thanks."

"Who gave you the courage!!"

Mu Qingchen patted his chest with a defiant face, which meant that I gave myself the courage.

Chang Shu: My palace will cut you with one knife! !