The dishes are over five flavors, and the wine is over three rounds.
Chen Guoqiang lost his psychological burden, drank one glass after another, and lost his mouth: "Brother, let me tell you, you can't get used to your daughter-in-law, and the more you get used to it, the blinder will be in vain. Look at me, if you give me a beating, the woman will become
Be honest, I can’t do it without fighting!”
"Women are meant for pain."
It was rare to see anger on Song Yishan's calm face.
"You are still young and don't understand, haha. From now on, brother, I...will teach...you..."
Chen Guoqiang was so drunk that he couldn't tell who was who. Qiao was so angry that he grabbed his glass of wine and said, "Old Chen, what are you talking about?! You drank too much, so that's it for today."
"Then let's... drink some other time..."
Chen Guoqiang stuck his tongue out and his face was as red as pig liver.
"I have something to see my second sister, so let her and Xiaoxue stay here tonight."
Sun Huifang was afraid that Chen Guoqiang would go home drunk and beat up others, so for safety reasons, she let Qiao Xiangxiu and Chen Qingxue stay.
Chen Guoqiang didn't care. His mind was in confusion. He was about to talk to his Jiaojiao about the fake marriage certificate, so he didn't bother to pay attention to Qiao Xiangxiu.
Qiao Xiangqian originally didn't want to talk to Chen Guoqiang and wanted to drive him back, but Chen Guoqiang waved his hand, staggered, and insisted on driving himself.
Qiao Jin thought to himself that in ten years, someone would definitely check him for drunk driving.
"Uncle, aunt, I'll go back too."
Song Yishan nodded slightly.
"Xiao Song, we didn't have a good time today. Next time we come here specifically to have a good meal. We must come."
Qiao stepped forward and grabbed Song Yishan's hand, reluctant to let go. Sun Huifang also helped by holding Song Yishan's other hand.
"Lingling, give it as a gift. Thanks to what Xiao Song said today."
Qiao Xiangxiu winked at Qiao Qianqian and Sun Huifang. The two understood and quickly let go, pushing Song Yishan to Qiao Jinling's side and echoed again and again.
"I'm going to see Brother Song off too~"
Big light bulb. Snow comes online again.
"You are everywhere. Come into the house with mom. Don't be an eyesore here. Let's go. Auntie said she made a new dress for you. Let's go try it on."
Qiao Xiangxiang pushed and pulled Chen Qingxue back into the house. Qiao Xiangqian and Sun Huifang exchanged pleasantries and then went back to the house.
There were only two people left in the courtyard, Qiao Jinling and Song Yishan.
On a midsummer night, the moon is bright and the stars are few, the breeze is blowing, and the insects are chirping happily.
The affection between the two had clearly reached its peak. Song Yishan still remained silent, staring at Qiao Jinling, with thousands of words gathered in those passionate eyes.
"Uh, wait a minute. I'll get something."
Qiao Jinling was panicked by being stared at, and suddenly remembered that she wanted to give Song Yishan a gift, so she hurried back to the house.
She calmed down, but she felt hot at the base of her ears. When she looked in the mirror, she almost hid her head in bed in shame. No wonder Song Yishan was staring at her like this. The girl in the mirror had hot eyes, slightly rosy cheeks, and her skin looked more and more like frost and snow.
Pink and jade carving.
She used a cool handkerchief to cool down her face, slightly relieving the heat in her body, and then took the things out.
In the courtyard.
Song Yishan's tall figure was cast on the ground, stretching out a long line. The night wind was slightly warm, neither cool nor dry, and his white clothes glowed softly under the moonlight, making him look like a handsome knight from the world, as cold as frost, unlike a mortal.
Qiao Jinling was fascinated by it.
Broad shoulders and narrow waist, perfect body ratio, and incredibly long legs, straight and slender, thin but not thin. How can someone be so good at growing taller?
Even if she has a good-looking face, there is nothing to say about her figure, and she also has a good mind. If Song Yishan hadn't been hers, she couldn't help but blame God for the injustice.
"Let's go."
Qiao Jinling hurried over, the small flame on her chest beating restlessly again.
"Oh, what did you get back?"
Song Yishan asked with a smile, showing his shiny white teeth, arranged neatly, not too big, not too small, just right.
When he is not smiling, his temperament is elegant and cold, and his every move has an aura of "keep away from strangers". But when he smiles, his whole face becomes lively and a little more fireworks.
"Let's go out and talk."
Qiao Jinling took Song Yishan's hand and came to the door. She knew that there must be a lot of eyes hiding in the house at this time, peeping in the dark.
Song Yishan pushed the bicycle, and Qiao Jinling walked beside him. The two pushed slowly in tacit understanding. There was only one street lamp in the dim alley. It was not that bright, but it was enough to illuminate the road underfoot.
"Wait a moment."
Qiao Jinling ran out of the alley and came back soon, holding two old-fashioned popsicles wrapped in paper and with beans on the top. Qiao Jinling suddenly wanted to eat them.
Qiao Jinling couldn't wait to open it, but the popsicle stuck to the tip of her tongue and couldn't be pulled off.
Song Yishan set up the bicycle and tried to help. She was so painful that she was holding back tears. Song Yishan did not dare to exert any more force. He stared blankly at her tearful eyes and suddenly kissed her in a daze.
The ice cubes melted under the high temperature of the tongue, and Qiao Jinling's tongue was saved, and she fell into another kind of entanglement between her lips and teeth. Qiao Jinling's mind was confused, she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to open them, and her ears were still hot, burning to her heart.
The four lips were entangled together. Compared to the last kiss, this time it seemed more passionate. Perhaps it was the cover of the night that made the two of them more devoted.
Qiao Jinling could feel her body temperature rising little by little, reaching the sky. She was being hugged and kissed by her beloved, and her body was catering to this passionate love.
She was a little suffocated. Song Yishan's kiss was domineering and entangled. She thought he was gentle and delicate, but she didn't expect that he would invade her mouth bit by bit.
This was a feeling I had never felt before. My toes were numb all over my body. The popsicle in my hand melted little by little, and the water dripped down. Only when there was a small pile of water stains on the ground did the two of them separate.
Both of them were breathing heavily, and the hot breath lingered between them. Song Yishan pressed Qiao Jinling's forehead, held the back of her head in his hand, and smiled shyly: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"What can't you hold back? Do you want to eat popsicles?"
Qiao Jinling asked the question knowingly and deliberately making a joke.
"What do you think?"
Song Yishan's tone became ambiguous again.
"very nice."
Qiao Jinling buried her head in Song Yishan's arms. She used to think that he was too tall, but now she feels that he is just right.
"Would you like some popsicles? I'll buy them for you."
Song Yishan was still thinking about the popsicle that melted into a puddle.
"Hey, don't eat anymore. You cooled me down. Now I'm not hot anymore."
Qiao Jinling curled up in Song Yishan's arms, and her fluffy hair tickled Song Yishan.
"Oh, I see, then it's time for me to buy popsicles to cool down."
Song Yishan hugged Qiao Jinling tighter in his arms. This hug seemed to have appeared many times in his dreams.
This time, it's so real.
The two of them just hid in the shadows, hugging each other tightly, feeling each other's heartbeat. It was pounding and strong. They didn't have to do anything. They just held each other like this. The feeling of their hearts beating together gave them a sense of security that they had never experienced before.
"By the way, I gave you something."
Qiao Jinling wanted to break away from Song Yishan's arms, but was tightly held. It seemed that Song Yishan did not want to let her go.
"What?"
Song Yishan's voice was lazily filled with satisfaction.
"If you put the brooch on your bag, it will become completely mine."
Song Yishan heard this and let go of Qiao Jinling.
Qiao Jinling took out two small yellow flowers from his pocket, kept one for himself, and placed the other one in Song Yishan's palm.