MTL - After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy-Chapter 585 drunk

  Chapter 585 Get drunk

   It's just different from Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao's side, where one feeds the other and eats in harmony.

  The neighbor Zuo Qing and Yue Ziyu are about to fight.

   "If I eat a piece, I will die?" Yue Ziyu looked at the piece that Zuo Qing had baked, and said bluntly.

  Zuo Qing answered him solemnly, "I don't know if I will die, but this piece of barbecue will definitely die in your stomach."

   "I'm here to save its fate." She vowed.

  Yue Ziyu raised his eyebrows after listening to her, and then took advantage of Zuo Qing's time to turn around to get the seasoning, without paying attention, he stretched out his chopsticks and quickly picked up the piece of meat and ate it into his mouth.

   "Yue Ziyu!!"

   By the time Zuo Qing found out, it was already too late.

   Yue Ziyu chewed carefully, as if savoring the taste. "its not bad, right."

   "Who made you eat it!" Zuo Qing was furious.

  But the barbecue was already lost, it disappeared into Yue Ziyu's mouth, and Zuo Qing couldn't get it back no matter what she did.

  She couldn't get angry again, so she changed the method and reached out to grab the freshly baked slice in Yue Ziyu's bowl, thinking that it would be worthwhile to change it.

   But when the meat got into her mouth, Zuo Qing felt something was wrong as soon as she chewed it.

so spicy.

  The spiciness that spread rapidly from the taste buds was accompanied by the rising heat, Zuo Qing coughed, and her eye sockets turned red.

   "You, you... cough cough, what did you put... cough."

  It was so hot that I couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

  Murong Qiao propped his chin with one hand, looked at the couples next to him, and casually took a sip of the iced juice in his hand.

  She ate too much meat just now, and felt a little tired for a while, so she took a can of drink and drank it.

   The juice should have been stored in the refrigerator for a long time, and the coldness in the mouth dissipates the heat of the barbecue, making people very comfortable.

   "Hmm..." She half-closed her eyes, feeling a little dizzy.

  Huo Yichen came back with some fruits for her, and when he sat down, he saw Murong Qiao's face seemed a little red.

   "Is it hot?" He asked casually, and carefully handed the tip of the cut strawberry to Murong Qiao's mouth.

  Murong Qiao took a bite first, "It's okay."

  The sweet taste spread on the tip of the tongue, and Murong Qiao couldn't help but took another sip of the iced juice, and then unexpectedly found that the juice also tasted like strawberry.

  Just one sip down the can, and it became empty. Murong Qiao shook it a little dissatisfied, and then got up to get it, but the movement was too sudden, and the whole person fell backwards with too much force.

  Huo Yichen quickly caught her with his eyes and hands, and finally realized something was wrong.

   "Jojo?" he called out.

  Murong Qiao fell into his arms, and couldn't help feeling unwilling to get up, and even reached out to touch his face.

   "Achen..." Murong Qiao's voice also floated up, and the second half was vague again, not knowing what he said.

  Looking at this, it is obvious that he is drunk.

  Huo Yichen frowned, clearly remembering that he didn't buy a drink with particularly high alcohol content.

  He glanced at the table, found the one that Murong Qiao had just drank, took it to his hand and studied it carefully.

  It is a fruit wine with a high alcohol content, probably due to the strong flavor of the juice, so that people don't notice the alcohol content, and I don't know how it got into Murong Qiao's hands.

  Following this downfall, Murong Qiao finally let the alcohol get on his head, and his face turned red, and he was in front of Huo Yichen in a drunken state that looked extraordinarily attractive.

   "...she might be a little drunk, I'll take her back to rest first." Huo Yichen said, and picked Murong Qiao up and prepared to go back.

  Everyone is quite relaxed at the moment, chatting with each other, and when Huo Yichen first proposed to go back to the room to rest, they agreed.

   Instead, Lu Ruman took the initiative to ask, "How about I help you see her off?"

   She frowned slightly and looked over. After realizing that the situation was different from what she had expected before, she was inevitably stunned.

  The fruit wine was originally prepared by her for Huo Yichen.

   It’s rare for everyone to eat together, and it’s a good time to fish in troubled waters. Lu Ruman thought that after Zheng Yu broke up with him, he would no longer be able to use their relationship to cut the fans’ leeks, so he planned to find a better way out.

   As a result, this plan fell on everyone, the most outstanding person, that is, Huo Yichen.

  So Lu Ruman took advantage of the time to bring the drinks, and placed a few bottles of extremely high-alcohol wine on Huo Yichen's side in advance, thinking of taking advantage of the chaos at night to get drunk with the other party...

   But now it was disturbed by Murong Qiao's accident.

  Seeing that Huo Yichen was planning to go directly to the room to send Murong Qiao back, Lu Ruman tried to save him.

  But Huo Yichen didn't even give her a look, and left with Murong Qiao in his arms.

  Lu Ruman sat back to his original position in embarrassment, lowered his eyes and remained silent, hiding his unwillingness.

  But Zheng Yu saw everything from the side. He saw Lu Ruman's little abacus clearly, and then slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, pulling out a slightly ironic smile.

  He said everything, Huo Yichen didn't like her at all.

  Alcohol is a liquid that can be described as wonderful.

  Drunken people are always in different poses, they can have almost any appearance, and they can always do things that they usually have no courage to do or subvert their image.

  Drunkenness erodes the nerves, and at the same time anesthetizes the senses and reason. Murong Qiao only feels that his whole body is in a trance, and he doesn't know what year it is.

   "Achen..." She subconsciously called Huo Yichen's name.

  Huo Yichen hugged her and opened the door, not forgetting to answer. "here I am."

   "Achen..."

  Murong Qiao still shouted from time to time.

  Huo Yichen helplessly put the other party on the sofa first, and then helped Murong Qiao take off cumbersome clothes such as shoes and coat.

  He should be sober. Murong Qiao was honest even though he was drunk, and he didn't move around or resist him.

   "Raise your legs." Huo Yichen softened his voice.

   It's not easy to sleep in jeans, he feels uncomfortable when they are so tight.

  At this time, Murong Qiao was obedient and did whatever he asked, so that Huo Yichen completed the work without much effort.

   It's a pity that this stability didn't last long.

  When Huo Yichen tried to get Murong Qiao to take a bath, he found that he couldn't complete this matter independently in the other party's state, but if he went in by himself...

  Thinking about what happened in this situation, Huo Yichen relied on his own reason and determination, and directly decided to skip the bathing step in his heart.

   "Then just go to sleep." Huo Yichen carried him to the bed.

  Although Murong Qiao always said that he would get fatter, Huo Yichen actually felt that he was just as light when hugged.

  Perhaps I should really study cooking seriously, so that I can feel better in the future.

  Huo Yichen was planning in his heart, wanting to put Murong Qiao under the bed.

   "A Chen?" Murong Qiao suddenly half-opened his eyes to look at him.

  Huo Yichen lowered his head and met the misty and twinkling eyes, watching the light refracted inside, which reflected only his figure in a clean and clear way.

   "What's wrong?" Huo Yichen looked at her.

  Murong Qiao tilted his head, and was momentarily stopped by Huo Yichen's question.

  The thoughts in her mind are now broken, and she can't sort out a smooth train of thought at all.

  So Murong Qiao directly handed everything over to instinct, and stretched out his hand to grab Huo Yichen's collar.

  A strength as light as a kitten came from the neck, and Huo Yichen lowered his head helplessly to close the distance between the two.

  Looking at each other like this made the "self" in Murong Qiao's eyes clearer.

  (end of this chapter)