Chen'er supported Mo Yun'er, which was so tilted. When Chen'er, who was busy, felt her gravity tilt and was about to fall, he hurriedly threw the candlestick in his hand that had already been thrown out of the candlelight, and supported her with both hands to stabilize her steps. Every time this happened, Chen'er could accidentally touch Yun'er's pair of soft and elastic breasts.

They walked very slowly, but fortunately they returned the same way. After being so stable, Chen'er felt that the candlestick was a burden, so he threw it into the garbage dump under the corner of the wall.

Chen'er didn't know whether Yun'er was asleep or was confused and unconscious. She could walk, but her legs and feet were always weak from time to time. Because Yun'er was to be taller than him, Chen'er struggled. But there was no way. If you want to blame, you could only blame yourself for not being able to stop her and not let her drink like a fool.

Thinking of this, Chen'er couldn't help but start to complain about the waiter full of hippie smiles. Why do you have to serve so much wine? It doesn't taste good if the table is full of meat! Yes, that's right, I blame the waiter! There is not so much wine, so there is no such thing as it is now!

There was no one at night. Except for the pub like Jieyou Tavern, Xuanxuan was crowded with people, the rest were closed and the shop was doing odd jobs in the shop went back early.

There were also some drunk people walking past Chen'er with their backs and talking nonsense. Every time this happened, Chen'er would deliberately support Yun'er, and her sleeves deliberately covered Yun'er's double peaks. Chen'er's head could be blocked like this and not seen. If you would touch it, it would definitely be. Who made Yun'er's place so full?

Chen'er had no intention of blaspheming Yun'er, but he simply didn't want to expose himself or did not want to cause unnecessary trouble because of Yun'er's double peaks.

After wandering around, Yun'er once opened her eyes in a daze and happened to see Chen'er in such a state. But she snorted foolishly and said to Chen'er vaguely: "Why do you do sneakily..."

Chen'er gave her a look in anger. When the people walked away, Chen'er complained: "Who told you to drink so much wine, I'm almost exhausted."

I don’t know if Yun’er heard it or if she listened to it, but she just said “happy” and there was nothing else to say.

After all, Chen'er is really tired when he walks like this and he will definitely fall in three steps. Although the night wind is blowing and there is a snowy tail between his neck, he is already sweating profusely.

In a slightly dark alley, Chen'er found two sacks full of unknown things. He tried hard to support Yun'er to walk there. He first gently placed Yun'er on the sack, then stood up and breathed a long sigh.

While wiping the sweat off his forehead with the corner of his sleeve, he looked at Yun'er lying there in anger. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh. He simply sat next to him and took her home after a while.

Chen'er, who had just rested, had not breathed a sigh of relief again, and a faint red light emitted from her clothes. Suddenly, a matchmaker with an umbrella wearing a bright red dress appeared in front of him.

Chen'er was happy and subconsciously glanced at Matchmaker's feet, but at this time it was covered by a red skirt, and the pair of silver bells tied to their ankles were unable to see.

The matchmaker noticed Chen'er's loss and sighed but ignored it. She just said coldly in a gentle voice: "What? The beauty is drunk next to her, and the alley is dark and there is no light. Do you want me to avoid it?"

Chen'er pulled the corner of her mouth: "Matchmaker, are you jealous?"

The matchmaker snorted angrily: "You can eat food randomly, and you can't talk randomly!"

"Che" Chen'er smiled slightly and said stubbornly: "Then why do you have to burn me for a while whenever I have any unintentional physical contact with Yun'er or say some love words? "

The matchmaker under the oil paper umbrella seemed to snort helplessly again, and she said coldly: "The red line between you and Hongxi is destined by God. If you don't look for her at this time, you just waste your time drinking and romantic here. Do you have no idea in your heart?"

Hearing this, Chen'er was like a fruit that had been steamed with moisture. He spread his head and said helplessly: "Matchmaker, this red line cannot be seen or touched. Don't I cannot see it, Hongxi's girl can't see it either? You always say something strange, and it makes you look like one of us two... Yun'er is my good brother. If I don't accompany her today and she drinks alone, I feel the most guilty in my heart! Matchmaker, you always stand and speak without a pain in your waist."

The matchmaker turned around and did not forget to block the oil-paper umbrella behind her. She said, "I am not anyone, and you don't have to blame me for forcing you like this. You decide on your own. In the end, you can't blame others, let alone me."

"No, matchmaker, you are here again..." Chen'er stood up powerlessly, looked at the oil-paper umbrella blocking her face and smiled bitterly, "That matchmaker, what should I do?"

The matchmaker seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said calmly, "I will not participate in your business much. Next, you will do whatever you want. This is God's will, and it cannot be changed or violated. But one thing is what I must say to you. I hope you can fall in love with her as soon as possible, and I hope you can have more time to love and feel each other's sincerity."

“…”

Chen'er just glanced at the matchmaker and then collapsed into the sack.

While teaching myself that I shouldn’t do this, I told myself that she couldn’t tell myself what to do next. This... I could only be speechless.

Chen'er couldn't understand why the matchmaker wanted to let her be in love with Hongxi earlier like this. If he was destined to tie the red line between the two, why should he be anxious? Isn't it better to let everything go? He also has the identity of the matchmaker, and these questions made Chen'er feel overwhelmed.

He leaned his head and leaned against the wall, looked at the oil paper umbrella and asked weakly: "Matchmaker, today I saw a girl named Bai Luo, I don't know..."

"I don't know!"

Before Chen'er could finish his words, the matchmaker had already interrupted Chen'er decisively.

Listening to the matchmaker's slightly nervous and inexplicably angry tone, Chen'er raised her eyebrows and hesitated: "Don't you recognize me..."

The matchmaker still responded flatly: "Why should I know her?!"

Chen'er said "Oh", grimaced at the matchmaker's oil-paper umbrella, rolled her eyes and knew the answer in her heart.

The matchmaker must know Bai Luo! And he must know Hong Xi! She definitely has a great relationship with the Qingqiu Fox clan! Not only does she have a jade pendant carved with fire foxes, but even the crisp sound of the silver bell wrapped around her feet is exactly the same as Bai Luo! Although it is a bit hasty to judge based on the sound alone, Chen'er still feels that Bai Luo and the matchmaker may have some blood relationship!

Chen'er's front teeth bit on his lower lip, and his eyes were full of cleverness and ready to wait for an opportunity to say it. He also imagined in his mind the scene of the matchmaker's surprise oil-paper umbrella falling after he guessed correctly. His calves bent and ready to exert force. Chen'er was ready to wait for an opportunity to see the matchmaker's mysterious face.

"Matchmaker!"

"kindness?"

Chen'er smiled and said, "Are you Bai Luo's mother?"

As soon as he blurted out, Chen'er ran towards the oil-paper umbrella.

The matchmaker was stunned, but the next moment the matchmaker turned around quietly, and Chen'er's face hit the oil paper umbrella. I never expected that the oil paper umbrella was quite good, but it was just a sight that was so strong!

The plan to unveil the mystery of the matchmaker has failed...

But I heard the other side of the oil paper umbrella smiled slightly, and the voice was particularly nice.

Chen'er was stunned, his lips slightly raised, and then he heard, "Chen'er, I won't tell you who I am, you will never guess, so save your energy. Also, I did have an engagement with others, but at that time we might have a fate without separation, so we have no children. In this way, I still need you to do something for me in two years."

Chen'er said in surprise, "What's the matter? Why do you have to do two years later?"

The matchmaker smiled and said mysteriously, "Because two years later is a new beginning."

"ha?"

Chen'er couldn't understand, and the matchmaker didn't explain. Chen'er asked several times, but the matchmaker still didn't tell him. Chen'er could only act like she had listened to the reply to the heavenly book. Everything was blank, otherwise what could it be.

The matchmaker is particularly mysterious when she appears, so she inevitably has a little mysterious color, isn’t it quite in line with her tone?

Although there is no previous resistance and coldness between the matchmaker now, there is still a layer of diaphragm gap between the matchmaker and him.

Chen'er couldn't tell what the diaphragm was, nor did she know what the gap was, but she always felt that it was impossible for them to become friends, but if he wanted to tell him what the relationship between him and the matchmaker could be, he couldn't say it.

Chen'er only has one word, that is, the matchmaker is like a fortune teller. She knows a lot of secrets, and she is like a fortune asking for a fortune asking for nothing and needs someone to guide her. But Chen'er feels that this is not complete, and what is in trouble is whether the matchmaker is related to her. Just like whether the fortune teller and the fortune asking for a fortune asking for a fortune teller have any internal relationship.

I ask for fortune-telling, and each one pays and the other collects money. Chen'er and the matchmaker cannot share the secrets of heaven for no reason. There must be something that Chen'er doesn't know about. But the matchmaker said that Chen'er didn't want to ask, because he knew that he would ask in vain.

"Matchmaker!"

"kindness?"

Chen'er scratched her head and grinned, and turned to the topic and confessed: "Actually, the matchmaker's voice sounds very nice, especially when you are smiling."

The matchmaker was stunned for a moment and pretended to be calm and said, "Maybe."

Chen'er responded unyieldingly: "What is possible? Matchmaker! Your voice is really nice, so don't talk to Chen'er so coldly in the future. OK?"

The matchmaker did not respond to him, but Chen'er still begged behind the oil-paper umbrella: "Okay, matchmaker, so our relationship will become familiar. OK, matchmaker! If you don't respond, you agree! Is it a default?!"

The matchmaker seemed to be unable to withstand his persistence, and also seemed to be helpless and warm.

She asked helplessly: "Do you like Hongxi's voice?"

Chen'er was stunned for a moment and said suspiciously: "Why did the matchmaker break up the topic again?"
Chapter completed!