She felt that Zhou Sicheng said he had drunk, so he shouldn't be lying, and he would definitely not be allowed to drive drunk. She quickly sent another message: "Didn't he say he had drunk?"

Zhou Sicheng: "I just drank four bottles of beer, a small matter."

Wenjing: "A glass of wine is also wine."

Not to mention four bottles.

She gritted her teeth, and didn't know why she suddenly felt wronged, her eyes were a little sore, and then edited a text message to Zhou Sicheng, "I'm so ordinary, why do you have to play with me?"

She actually hates her like this.

There shouldn't be any entanglement at all.

When the news was sent, she went to the door to change her shoes and went downstairs.

...

Zhou Sicheng looked down at the mobile phone screen and edited the information to reply to Wen Jing’s message just now.

Suddenly he heard the sound of knocking on the car window and he raised his head.

A familiar face flashed in front of him, and joy flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly put away his cell phone and opened the car door and got out of the car.

Facing Wenjing, he said the content of the message he just edited, "Wenjing, you are not ordinary at all."

Very serious and serious tone and expression.

Wenjing has never felt that Zhou Sicheng is so serious about her.

She also became serious and asked, "Then what's the difference between me?"

After asking, she tilted her neck.

I didn't know how to express my expectations in my eyes.

Zhou Sicheng said: "The difference between you is that you feel ordinary."

As he said that, he smiled, raised his hands and held Wen Jing's face in pamperingly.

Not serious again.

Wen Jing rolled her eyes, "What the hell is logic."

He pushed Zhou Sicheng's hand away and said, "Get in the car, I'll take you back."

She passed by Zhou Sicheng, got into the car, and immediately closed the car door.

The strong smell of smoke was a little pungent. She frowned and turned to see cigarette butts and ash in the ashtray on the car, and a cigarette butt was smoking.

How much cigarette does this guy smoke?

She turned to look out of the car, and Zhou Sicheng was also looking at her, looking at her steadily. She might as well break into his narrow eyes, as if she had fallen into a vortex.

Sleeping in, unable to get out.

I recalled every bit of what I had with Zhou Sicheng in my mind.

‘You whisper, it’s too noisy.’

'You are Amu's cousin and I am my cousin, don't be polite to me.'

‘Didn’t you say you like pink bears? I bought them for you.’

‘It melts even if I don’t eat it. I’m just buying it for you.’

‘This is my customized model at their house, unique. I will give it to you once a day from now on so that you can get tired of it…’

‘Wenjing, I really want to like you, let’s date.’

It seems that they have never experienced anything grand. Even Zhou Sicheng's sudden confession that day was so calm.

But she remembered everything clearly and clearly, and she could even remember every word he said.

When she was in school, she didn't like to memorize and always forgot to lyrics when she sang.

Is this guy poisonous?

Suddenly a car came, and a strong light came over. Wenjing quickly stopped her thoughts, withdrew her gaze, and tied it with her seat belt.

The car in the same unit has returned. Zhou Sicheng's car occupied someone's parking space. The car was honking the horn. Wenjing met the other party and stretched out her head to say hello to the other party, "Uncle Zhao, we're leaving now."

A man in his fifty years old saw Wenjing and showed a loving smile on his face, "Jingjing, I'm still out to play so late."

Wenjing replied with a smile: "My friend has drunk and I'll give him some."

The other party was waiting for the parking space, so she had to drive out quickly.

After saying hello, she nodded politely, withdrew her gaze and stepped on the brakes.

no……

It's a little out of reach, so I have to pick a seat.

She frowned and touched the seat under the car, but she couldn't touch the seat for a long time.

Zhou Sicheng sat in the passenger seat, holding the door frame with his elbows, looking at Wen Jing leisurely in a hurry, and a funny look on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Jing was sweating anxiously, and turned to ask Zhou Sicheng, but found that he was laughing. She was black-faced, "Why are you laughing?"

“Here.”

Zhou Sicheng sighed lightly, and his body suddenly leaned forward and approached Wen Jing.

Wen Jing leaned back in shock, raised her hands, and stared at Zhou Sicheng in surprise.

Zhou Sicheng turned his head, his face almost stuck to Wen Jing's face. His hand deliberately slowly helped Wen Jing adjust his seat, hoping that time would stay here, and hoped that the seat would not be adjusted properly.

Wen Jing's heart was about to jump out, and she clearly heard her heartbeat.

The face is as hot as it is burning.

"Erha, your heart beats so fast."

Zhou Sicheng suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at Wenjing with a playful smile in his eyes.

Wenjing was embarrassed and scolded him in shame, "Hurry up, are you okay?"

She still doesn't feel the seat move.

Before Zhou Sicheng could reply to Wenjing, the neighbor uncle who was waiting for the parking space smiled and said, "You can adjust slowly, it doesn't matter. I'm fine if I go home, and I can't sleep yet."

He even picked up his phone and started to watch the short video.

That calm look seemed to be saying: I am air, I don’t exist.

Wenjing: "…"

Uncle Zhao seems to have misunderstood something?

She finally felt the seat move forward. She tried it and her feet could step on the accelerator brake. She reached out and pushed Zhou Sicheng, "Okay, get up and drive."

Zhou Sicheng didn't want to move, Wenjing couldn't push it. He continued to look at Wenjing and asked funnyly: "Can you see the reversing mirror?"

Wen Jing looked around and saw that the car was too big and the rearview mirror was really invisible. She tried hard to suppress her temperament and asked Zhou Sicheng to continue to adjust and "refresh."

Zhou Sicheng nodded, "Okay."

His body pressed down slightly again, and he looked at Wen Jing with a smile on his face.

Wen Jing felt that the position was rising.

Her and Zhou Sicheng's faces were getting closer and closer. The tips of the two of them were pressed together, and her head was pressed against the backrest, so there was no place to hide.

She clearly felt Zhou Sicheng's breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, she was a little hot, staring at Zhou Sicheng, "You..."

Zhou Sicheng whispered: "You asked me to raise the higher."

Wen Jing's heartbeats thump.

Breathing is getting harder and harder.

No, she wanted to breathe, and she felt like she was suffocating, so she turned around.

At first glance, Uncle Zhao smiled when he saw Wenjing looking at him, and when he saw Wenjing looking at him, he quickly raised his phone, pointed to the screen and said to Wenjing, "This video is really funny. Does Jingjing like to watch short videos?"

The screens are locked.

Wen Jing was speechless, she replied with a silly smile, "I don't like it, he likes reading newspapers."

Uncle Zhao sighed, "Oh, then he can't keep up with the young man."

A meaningful sentence.

Wenjing didn't have the time to think about it, and nodded with awkward smile, "Yes."

She quickly pushed Zhou Sicheng away, started the car, and stepped on the accelerator.

The car slowly drove out of the community. Zhou Sicheng looked at Wenjing. Although the light in the car was dark, he could still see Wenjing blushing.

He couldn't help but joke, "Your neighbor is so humorous and funny, let's talk."
Chapter completed!