It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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Gu Cong's eyes were very clean.

There was no sympathy, no pity, and even the self reflected in it could not be called embarrassed. The other party seemed to just take out a can of wine in a normal way and asked him if he wanted a drink.

The limbs that didn't want to move at first suddenly surged with some strength, and after realizing that he disliked the hard floor of the entrance, Xi Ye took the arm that Gu Cong consciously handed over, took advantage of the momentum to get up, and snatched the soda can from the opponent's hand along the way.

The rooms in this building all come with a spacious balcony, but Xi Ye doesn't have much time to take care of it. At most, he finds a time when he is not in the sun-preferably on a cloudy day, standing on it to blow the air.

Now, there is one more person who blows the wind in the middle of the night.

With his index finger slightly bent, Xi Ye skillfully pulled the tab open with one hand, using the residual instinct of his body, leaving enough space for the bubbles to roll over: "I told you to watch a joke."

"Have you heard what Xue Minglang said?" Xi Ye tilted his head to ruin his reputation for no reason, "Don't take it to heart."

"There is also the matter of speculating on CP to make money..."

"I know." Even though he was the most injured person but still wanted to comfort him, Gu Cong interrupted the young man and seriously emphasized: "I am different from Xue Minglang."

Don't say that it was emotional indiscretion, even if he was really being used, after thinking about it carefully, he would probably be willing.

Otherwise, how would he have the chance to get close to Xi Ye?

Looking at the red marks on the young man's neck, Gu Cong said softly, "You two are arguing...is it because of this?"

"That's right." Nodding, Xi Ye raised his hand and sipped his mouth lightly, "But it has nothing to do with you, Xue Minglang has convulsions by himself, and everything I do is dirty."

The bubbly liquid slid down his throat, and he frowned imperceptibly, as if he had drunk a can of strange Coke.

Xi Ye himself is a very self-disciplined person.

But the so-called plot made him self-taught in many things.

"He really hates it," Gu Cong pulled out a jug of new wine out of nowhere, and touched Xi Ye's, "That pot fell well."

The amber pupils were full of the cunning of a successful prank. The young man, even bad words, made him speak frankly and frankly. He smiled with a rare expression on his face. Xi Ye raised Gu Cong's arm, touched the other's hand, and quickly took a sip: "That's right."

"Thank you for helping me get my drink."

Gu Cong who was out of the situation: "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Deliberately leaving a stained lip print on the mouth of the can as a mark, Xi Ye raised his eyes, "Kids, don't drink."

Xi Ye also said this on the plane, and it was also because of the wine.

Unconvinced, he stood up straight, and Gu Cong compared his own size: "I'm an adult."

Xi Ye calmed down: "Stop singing?"

Little Bai Yang, who was still green and tall just a second ago, immediately withered.

"I'm not such a good boy," he muttered in a low voice, Gu Cong argued hard, "Mr. Xi, you seem to have misunderstood me."

Xi Ye: "Really?"