ST3YC Chapter 83.1

Youngest Son Propose

 

The party was full of fun, and after playing all day, Qingqing couldn’t help but get sleepy halfway through, and her little head slowly drifted away.

 

Fu Heng noticed that she was sleepy, so he picked her up and motioned to the others, “I’ll take Qingqing to rest first.”

 

“Okay.” Qingqing could only be taken to sleep by Fu Heng, and this was already a consensus among the others, so Gu Lan didn’t stop him.

 

Bai Qiyu has nothing to say. After all, his current identity is just Gu Qingqing’s old friend, and he is not qualified to be so close to her.

 

Seeing the invisibility of Bai Qiyu’s loss, Gu Lan patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

 

Several people continued to play, but since there were no children present, they shared their drinks.

 

Among them, Bai Qiyu was the one who drank the most fiercely, he obviously drank so much alcohol, but this person was not drunk and other people had to admire his alcohol capacity.

 

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was almost drunk, so they split up and went back to the house to sleep.

 

“You… so heavy!”

 

An Ran helped the drunk Fu Sishen and held her breath to get him into the elevator. The two stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately An Ran managed to hold on.

 

“Drinking so much wine, are you not afraid of alcohol poisoning.”

 

Fu Sishen smelled of alcohol, making him dizzy and almost losing the dog man.

 

She hates the smell of alcohol the most, it smells bad!

 

When the elevator reached the designated floor, it opened with a ding-dong sound. An Ran quickly helped Fu Sishen out and almost collided with the man in black who was about to enter the elevator.

 

The man walked away very quickly, and An Ran also realized that they almost hit someone, she nodded and apologized: “I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s okay.” The hoarse and thick voice, as if it had been burned by fire, was not unpleasant, but it gave people a very gloomy feeling.

 

An Ran was stunned, turned her head subconsciously, and saw that he had entered the elevator, letting the elevator door slowly close in front of her, blocking the line of sight from both sides.

 

“What a strange person.”

 

Shrugging, looking at Fu Sishen who was drunk in a mud puddle again, An Ran sighed deeply, resignedly helped him up, and continued to drag the big bear into the room.

 

“Really, why does he weigh so much when he looks like such a thin person?” She gritted her teeth in anger.

 

After they finally entered the house, An Ran was already exhausted.

 

She let go of his hand and let Fu Sishen slide onto the sofa, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then went into the bathroom to clean up.

 

After stirring for so long, it is now filled with the smell of smoky charcoal fire from the barbecue, and it is also mixed with the strong smell of sweat and alcohol. It is really unpleasant and patients with germophobia cannot bear it.

 

After cleaning up, she went to clean up Fu Sishen again, hurried back and forth, and finally An Ran broke out in a hot sweat. After she finally settled down with the drunk dog man, she had to go to the bathroom and take another bath.

 

It was too late and she was very tired. Her room was downstairs. An Ran didn’t bother to go there anymore, so she simply took Fu Sishen’s T-shirt as pajamas and then quietly occupied his big bed.

 

As for Fu Sishen?

 

The poor guy curled up in grievance on the sofa that was not comfortable for his height, covered with a spare hotel quilt.

 

Fu Sishen woke up in a daze when he was sleeping in the middle of the night, feeling uncomfortable, he got into bed, lay down, and fell asleep.

 

In the early morning of the second day, a shrill scream suddenly sounded, awakening An Ran who was having a good dream.

 

“What are you doing?!” An Ran, who was in a bad mood when she woke up, kicked Fu Sishen down with one foot.

 

Falling on the ground with his feet upside down, Fu Sishen still held the quilt in his hand, pointed at An Ran with a look of fear, and then pointed at himself: “You you you… I I I… What did you do to me?”

 

His shy and angry little appearance may seem like that of an innocent child who has been ruined by a gangster.

 

An Ran:”…”

 

Wake up friends, we have the wrong script.

 

Holding her forehead helplessly, An Ran had to admit that after so many years together, Fu Sishen was still a damn innocent virgin.