Turn your love rival into your wife

Chapter 5: Sharing the same bed.

Ren Er realized that everything just existed in his own fantasy. What should he do?

Oops, the broken pavilion's eyes are killing people!

His brain was running fast and an idea came to him. The dog took out another lollipop and clucked his two rows of white teeth: "I asked you if you want some candy? I think your face looks wrong, maybe a little weak."

Song Wanting She was staring straight at him just like in his fantasy, but the eyes in the fantasy were honey-like, while the eyes in reality were like knives.

He hurriedly peeled off the candy skin and raised the bright red lollipop to Song Wanting's mouth: "It's pepper-flavored, just like you."

After all, he was quick to talk just now and used a bad adjective to say that he was a bit stained. He was scolding, so Ren Er's attitude was particularly low-key.

Song Wanting tilted his head back and glanced at the spicy lollipop with disgust. What the hell is this, a chili-flavored candy?

And why does Chaotianjiao look like him?

There is indeed something wrong with Ren Er's mind.

Ren Er perseveredly sent the candy forward again, and Song Wanting shouted: "Take it away!"

Ren Er curled his lips and turned his hand to stuff the candy into his mouth. Anyway, he had already expressed his apology, so it was Song Wanting did not accept it.

His tongue stirred the candy in his mouth, and he suddenly remembered that he just said that the candy looked like Song Wanting.

Then he is licking Song Wanting now.

Song Wanting still dressed so sexy.

His Adam's apple made a popping sound. Although Song Wanting told himself countless times in his mind not to pay attention to him, he still couldn't help but glance at him and saw him taking out the candy in his mouth in a panic and wrapping it again in candy wrappers. Okay, after putting it on the table, I pulled a piece of paper to cover it, like covering a corpse.

After two seconds, he probably noticed it himself, and quietly pulled the white tissue down a little, revealing the upper part of the lollipop.

After finishing all this in a daze, Song Wanting leaned back in his chair and muttered: "The broken pavilion is so annoying..."

The two were so close that Song Wanting could hear clearly.

The hands on his legs gradually tightened and he took a deep breath. He must find an opportunity to punish him!

Ren Er was sincerely worried because he blamed Song Wanting for saying something about sock clips, causing him to know about such unorthodox things, and even going to his head to create those weird shapes without authorization.

Ren Er calmed down, and the two of them finally became quiet.

After the auction ended, Ren Er was the first to stand up. He was almost suffocating here, and quickly followed the instructions to the next venue without looking back.

Song Wanting didn't move, still digesting the anger secretly, tapping his hands on his legs, and picking sacks for Ren Er in his head.

The birthday party has come to the last part, which is eating and drinking in buffet mode. Ren'er is really hungry. He holds a plate and is not picky about eating, but only has two pieces of meat.

Soon the plates could no longer be piled up, so he went to an empty table in the corner to eat, and took two glasses of wine from the passing waiter.

I drank a glass of wine in one gulp. The wine tasted a little sweet and tasted quite good.

He usually drinks beer. At Snowflake 55OL, he can drink a box of beer by himself and can still walk in a straight line. He is very confident in his ability to drink and drank two glasses in two gulps.

Then he called a waiter with his hand.

The waiter smiled and bent down to deliver the tray to him.

He chuckled and took the tray from the waiter's hand.

Waiter: ...

Ren Er pointed at the dozen glasses of wine on the tray and said, "I'll drink it." He also raised his eyebrows confidently.

The waiter saw that there were two empty glasses on the table and reminded him kindly: "Guest, this wine has a lot of staying power."

"It's okay, I have a good capacity for drinking." Ren Er still didn't believe it, wasn't this just sweet water? .

The waiter said nothing more, collected the two empty glasses and left.

Ren Er was taking a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, and his eyes were darting around. He saw Jiang Mian once in the bathroom today, but he should be very busy on this occasion, so he had better not cause any trouble to him.

Looking at these glamorous people with fake smiles on their faces, it was not interesting, so I got up and brought back a plate of meat. After eating for a while, I felt a little hot, so I raised my hand to grab the collar, but stopped when it touched the tie.

Song Wanting said that he should dress appropriately, but he didn't know how to do this tie, so he put down his hand in frustration.

The wine glasses on the table were emptied one after another, and he started to sit steadily and gradually started to shake a little, but his position was in a corner, so he didn't attract anyone's attention for the time being.

He raised the glass to his mouth, but it hit his nose directly. He groaned in pain. The glass slid down little by little and stuffed it into his mouth. He drank half of it and spilled half of it.

When I was placing the cup, my eyes were almost cross-eyed, and I was aiming at the table, muttering: "Why is this table swinging around, hehe~" and laughing twice stupidly.

"I caught you." He put down the cup very confidently, and the cup fell to the ground while wiping the edge of the table.

Fortunately there was a carpet, otherwise he would have murdered an innocent cup.

He felt a little out of breath, and reached out to scratch his neck. He couldn't figure out the tie even after grabbing it twice. His reason had already left home with the alcohol: "Song Wanting...Song Wanting!"

He groaned and shouted. , he had to go find Song Wanting, and he remembered while holding on to the table. As expected, he wiped the edge of the table and slid down, and he fell off the chair.

He fell so hard that he screamed.

Now, it attracts attention.

He fell between the table and the chair, and everything in his sight was a double image.

A nearby waiter came over first: "Sir, are you okay?"

"You are so gentle, you are not Song Wanting, you are Mianmian?" He reached out to grab the waiter: "Mianmian, Song Wanting, I want Song Wanting ..."

The waiter took a lot of effort to lift him up and put him on a chair. Many people gathered around him, and one of them got closer: "This is too much to drink."

Ren Er pointed at him. , pouting in disgust: "You are so ugly, you are not Song Wanting."

The man's eyes widened, and he threw away his hands angrily.

Ren Er scratched the back of the chair. He felt so uncomfortable and his head hurt so much. He was going to be out of breath. He was going to die.

"I want Song Wanting...Song Wanting..."

He repeated it over and over again, almost unable to open his eyes, and the hands holding the back of the chair gradually loosened.

Jiang Mian ran over quickly and saw him like this: "Ren Er, why did you drink so much?"

Ren Er nodded his head more than ten times before raising his head and said inarticulately: "Song Wanting ..."

Various conjectures have appeared in the minds of the unclear people watching.

"If you want to see Brother Ting, I'll go find him right away." Jiang Mian grabbed a waiter and said, "Take care of him for me."

He hurriedly went to find Song Wanting. There was no banquet hall or bathroom. When he passed by the smoking room , they saw Song Wanting sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his head tilted back slightly, the misty smoke spread over the tip of his nose with the rise and fall of his chest, and a slender cigarette was quietly burning in his hand.

"Brother Ting!"

Song Wanting turned around and saw him. He immediately put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, stood up and walked towards him: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mian was a little tired from running and panted heavily: " "Ren Er is drunk."

Song Wanting's eyes were filled with:?

"He keeps saying he wants to see you."

Song Wanting's head was filled with:?

Although he wanted to refuse, Jiang Mian came to him, and he couldn't find any reason to put it off. He could only follow Jiang Mian back to the banquet hall. Looking at the group of people surrounding the corner, he felt something bad in his heart. a feeling of.

Even he was a little hesitant when he stepped forward at this moment.

"Everyone, give way." Jiang Mian shouted and opened the way in front.

The onlookers all turned around, all eyes fixed on Song Wanting. Song Wanting secretly gritted his teeth, his face unmoved, but he almost caught all those sights with his peripheral vision.

It's really wonderful. I guess Song Wanting will become the talk of the town after dinner these days.

And all of this is due to this...

Song Wanting's gnashing of teeth in his heart suddenly stopped. Ren Er was lying on the back of the chair with his arms pillowed on his head. His young and tender face full of collagen was blushing, and he half-closed his eyes, which was obvious. He must be feeling very uncomfortable right now, breathing with his mouth open and making his name sticky.

Such a big one always looks pitiful when it's not annoying.

Jiang Mian ran over and pushed Ren Er: "Ren Er, Brother Ting is here."

Ren Er raised his head in a daze, and his unfocused eyes wandered for a long time before settling on Song Wanting.

Song Wanting looked normal, but he was extremely nervous. If Ren Er dared to talk nonsense, he would not be put in a sack and sent directly to be reincarnated, so that he could quickly strive to be a good person in his next life.

"Song Wanting..."

Song Wanting stepped forward and came to Ren Er, raising his hand halfway, ready to gag him at any time.

Ren Er raised his hand and shook it several times before grabbing the tie, "Untie it for me, I can't untie it..." The corners of his mouth were pitifully depressed, and there was an intoxicating smell of alcohol in his eyes, which was a little moist. The dog's eyes were more than a hundred times aggrieved than usual.

Song Wanting's pupils swayed twice.

Ren Er couldn't sit still and rushed towards him. His hand that was about to gag subconsciously supported Ren Er, and Ren Er's head was pressed under his chest: "I'm going to die...it's all your fault...I Even if I die, I will make you my backer."

"Pfft--" Jiang Mian, who had watched the whole process, couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that he came to Brother Ting just to untie his tie, but he was so drunk that he still couldn't help it. Let's send him upstairs to rest first."

He looked towards Song Wanting. Of course, Song Wanting couldn't do this kind of work. He motioned to the waiter to help him, but as soon as the waiter's hand touched Ren Er, he was stopped by Ren Er. Get rid of it.

He hugged Song Wanting tightly and shouted: "Don't let me die by myself!"

Everyone was stunned.

If Ren Er had feelings now, he would feel that his arm was about to be cut off by Song Wanting, but the alcohol made his body's reaction slower.

In order not to continue to embarrass himself here, Song Wanting could only drag the guy who was going to die with him, and sent him to the room upstairs with Jiang Mian.

He sat on the edge of the bed with sweat on his forehead, Ren Er still hugging his waist tightly.

Jiang Mian was embarrassed, what should he do? He didn't have time to waste here. After that, he had to take photos with the guests.

Song Wanting saw him looking at his watch several times. He didn't want to go down now. He was annoyed by the gossipy eyes: "Mianmian, go ahead and do your work. Just leave him to me."

"Brother Ting, can you do that? ?"

Song Wanting smiled without any warmth: "It's okay, I will handle him well."

The word "handle" made him bite hard.

But Jiang Mian didn't notice anything was wrong: "Trouble with Brother Ting. I'll come over as soon as I'm done."

"Go, don't worry."

After Jiang Mian left, Song Wanting tried to pull Ren Er's hand twice. , still didn't pull him away, he was so angry that he raised his hand and gave Ren Er a slap in the face. However, although the posture was harsh, it didn't make any sound, and he still withdrew his strength when he was about to touch.

I was embarrassed to slap him in the face, but I was still angry when I didn't do anything. I stared at the hand holding me for a long time, and my sleeves ran up, revealing my strong arms.

He took out the lighter from his pocket and burned all the hairs on Ren Er's arms. While burning, he pursed his lips and smiled, looking like a devil.

Although it didn't burn Ren Er, the high temperature finally made Ren Er let go of his hand and turn over to lie flat on his side.

He got up and ran.

"Uh..."

A choking voice came from behind him, and he turned his head. Ren Er was hanging himself by his tie with one hand, his tongue stretched out.

He was so angry that he stamped his feet.

Where did this fool come from!

I could only go back and open Ren Er's hand. I felt a headache when I saw the tight tie, and my nails hurt. I finally took the tie off Ren Er's neck.

He glanced at the red mark on Ren Er's neck for a while, which was very cruel to himself.

Just when he was about to leave for the second time, he was knocked down by Ren Er, a hungry tiger.

Ren Er was now completely drunk and no longer wanted to die with him. The general structure was like a mountain. Song Wanting struggled twice, and even before he got up, he was a little dizzy.

He also drank a lot during the social gathering tonight. He went to smoke just now to sober up. As soon as he took a sip, Jiang Mian found him.

Now the alcohol is starting to take over, the comfortable bed, and Ren'er's body that is as warm as a furnace. He is naturally afraid of the cold, otherwise he wouldn't have already covered himself with only his face and hair not long after the fall. The hands are still exposed.

Moreover, the smell of alcohol on Ren Er's breath was floating around his head, constantly making him dizzy.

I originally wanted to take a break and continue struggling, but ended up falling asleep directly during this break.

About two hours later, the door to the room was opened cautiously. After finishing his work, Jiang Mian looked inside and was dumbfounded when he saw the scene on the bed.

Then the corners of his mouth were side by side with the sun.

Brother Ting, who usually looked like an elder, actually curled up in Ren Er's arms very obediently. Ren Er's chin rested on Brother Ting's head, and his arms circled Brother Ting's waist and hugged his back.

Another leg hit Brother Ting's leg.

There was a feeling of wanting to embed Brother Ting into his body.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but take out her phone and take a photo, and then quietly left, turning off a few lights thoughtfully.

The sun and moon alternated quietly, and the hot sunlight fell on Ren Er's butt through the window. He slowly opened his eyes and closed them, then opened them again after more than ten minutes.

I looked around blankly, rubbed my head with a headache and sat up. I touched something on the bed and picked it up and saw that it was a bow.

He shook his head, no, Song Wanting said this thing is called a bow tie.

He threw it away in disgust, yawned and stretched, feeling a lot more refreshed. He must have been in a hotel. After getting out of bed, he went directly to the bathroom to take a shower, and then returned along the original route without even turning his head.

After getting dressed, he left.

In the elevator, I sent a message to Jiang Mian: Sorry, I caused you trouble yesterday.

When he got out of the elevator, he bumped into a group of people. He thought their expressions were a little strange. Not only them, but everyone he met along the way looked at him twice.

He smoothed his hair proudly. His handsomeness did not allow him to keep a low profile.

After taking a taxi home, I woke up Gauss, who was still asleep on the sofa, and said in a daze: "Boss, you are back." He turned over and sat up in less than two seconds.

Ren Er, who was changing his shoes at the door, was startled: "What are you doing?"

Gauss laughed: "Boss, your face... hahaha -"

"What's wrong with my face?" Ren Er was confused and didn't change his shoes either. , went to the bathroom, and he knew what was wrong with his face. He had a vivid little tortoise on his face, which was drawn with a green pen.

"Fuck! Who is so wicked!" He said why the way other people marveled at his handsome gaze today was different from usual.

Quickly recalling his limited memory of last night, he finally settled on that bow tie.

"Song Wanting!!!"

He was so angry that he took out his cell phone and sent another message to Jiang Mian: Mianmian, it was Song Wanting who took care of me last night. He left early today and I haven't been here yet. I have time to say thank you to him. Can you give me his mobile phone number?

Jiang Mian quickly sent over his mobile phone number and said: Sorry, I was busy just now.

He didn't even bother to reply with a kind word, and directly dialed Song Wanting's number.

"Hello, who's there?"

The clear and cold voice, just three words, made Ren Er's anger stop for a second, but it was only for a second.

"Song Wanting!!!" He roared so hard that the veins on his forehead popped out.

But there was no movement on the other side. He took away his phone and took a look -

fuck!

Hang up.

Call back.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off and cannot be connected temporarily, sorry..."

Ren Er's hands were shaking as this guy blocked him.