Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Mi Qian thought she understood her thoughts, and fearing that she would be criticized by her superiors, she explained seriously:

"I know him. He...he is my brother. Tell your boss that he has been picked up by his family. Your boss won't scold you."

After saying that, Mi Qian nodded at the woman and wanted to continue pulling her away.

"Wait...wait. How can I confirm your identity? What if you are not me? Little girl, why don't you go back first? I will send this gentleman to the hotel. He will go back tomorrow when he sobers up."

The woman looked at her in disbelief and walked forward to take Qiao Chunqian.

Mi Qian stepped back with difficulty to avoid her hand.

What she said made some sense, but I just didn't want to hand the person over to her.

Mi Qian thought for a moment, stretched out her free hand, lifted up his drooping head, and tried hard to open his eyes:

"Qiao Chunqian, Brother Qiao, Brother Qiao, wake up."

After calling for a while, Qiao Chunqian opened his eyes and looked at her with hazy eyes.

"Brother Qiao, look, who am I?"

Mi Qian guided his answer.

Qiao Chunqian hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking carefully. Half a minute later, he slowly uttered two words, "Qianqian."

He looked unusually well-behaved; his serious and old-fashioned mask was removed, revealing his lovely side that made people want to reach out and touch him.

Mi Qian twirled her hanging hands in the air, imagining that feeling in her mind, and felt that the evil taste in her heart was satisfied.

Then he looked towards the opposite side.

"Now I can take him away. It was Brother Qiao's secretary who called me and asked me to pick him up. If he doesn't go back, the secretary will come to see your boss."

The woman had no choice but to stomp her feet and turn back into the inner room, feeling quite angry and ashamed that her plot had not succeeded.

Mi Qian struggled to prop the man up again, and the two of them, together like conjoined twins, staggered towards the direction of the parking lot.

After finally getting the person into the passenger seat, Mi Qian instructed Qiao Chunqian, who had his eyes half open,

"Qiao Chunqian, please fasten your seat belt."

Then he walked to the driver's seat, inserted the key and started the car, then glanced casually to the side.

Qiao Chunqian actually closed his eyes, and just leaned back in his seat, looking relaxed and sleeping comfortably.

No seat belts either.

Usually he was the one taking care of Mi Qian, but now everything was reversed, and Mi Qian found it somewhat interesting.

She leaned over and helped him buckle his seat belt. When she stood up, she saw that he was sleeping peacefully and comfortably, as quiet as the little prince.

Mi Qian felt strangely excited and a little shy, and fiddled with his overly long eyelashes.

When the man seemed to show signs of opening his eyes, she immediately put her hands on the steering wheel and pretended nothing had happened.

On the way back by car, Qiao Chunqian was also overly quiet.

He was well-behaved after getting drunk, but he was such a big guy after all, so when she got out of the car, she had to use a lot of effort to get him back to the apartment and into his room.

Mi Qian carried the man and threw him onto the bed, and Qiao Chunqian's drowsiness was dispelled.

He squinted his eyes, with only a slit open, which was blocked by his long eyelashes, so no one could tell that he was awake.

Mi Qian twisted her neck and shook her arms to relieve the pain that was pressing on her body.

When I lowered my head, I saw that Qiao Chunqian's face was red and hot, his lips were dry, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Mi Qian opened her phone, opened the search software, and typed in word by word.

'How to relieve the uncomfortable feeling after drinking and getting drunk? '

Hangover soup?

She opened the door and walked into the kitchen.

After a lot of noise, I almost set the kitchen on fire.

Mi Qian looked at the strangely colored unidentified object in the small pot, thought for a few seconds, and finally gave up the evil idea of ​​giving it to Qiao Chunqian to drink.

She took out a disposable paper cup from the locker, poured one-third of boiling water into it, and filled the rest with cold water.

She held a cup of warm water at just the right temperature and walked towards Qiao Chunqian's bedroom.

Mi Qian didn't know that Qiao Chunqian had only drunk a few glasses, no, there were only a few drops of red wine on his lips. Seeing how drunk he was, she thought he had drunk a lot.

Seeing how uncomfortable and thirsty he looked, I guess drinking some warm water would make him feel better.

Well, the main reason is that she really doesn’t know how to make a hangover soup.

After she left the bedroom, Qiao Chunqian opened his eyes. They were not half-open, nor were they squinted hazily. His eyes were completely open, no different from usual.

He felt that his current state was very strange, neither drunk nor intoxicated.

The vision was not blurry, but my consciousness was a little unclear, yet also seemed to be very clear. I felt a little dizzy, and my whole body seemed to be burning in fire.

It's not all just heat.

The desire and restlessness spreading from the bottom of his heart tormented the ever-restrained Qiao Chunqian.

Most people are like this. After enduring for a long time, they will be particularly indulgent when they are released.

Qiao Chunqian sat up from the bed, pulled the tie in front of his white shirt hard, then grabbed the collar and pulled it open, exposing a small piece of skin and the loosened black tie hung loosely in front of his chest.

Savage and unbridled, these two words are the only way to describe him now, completely different from the strict self-restraint he had in the past.

He sat quietly on the bed for a while, and suddenly heard footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door.

Qiao Chunqian didn't know what he was thinking. He stood up instinctively and walked towards the door.

"La la la mmm mmm."

It was the cheerful humming tone of a young girl.

The footsteps approached, and with a "click", Mi Qian opened the door.

There was a shadow in front of her eyes. Mi Qian looked up. Qiao Chunqian was leaning on the wall beside the door with one hand, looking down at her with a puzzled and confused look.

"You're awake, would you like a glass of water?"

Mi Qian only noticed Qiao Chunqian's still dry lips, raised the paper cup in her hand and said happily.

In Qiao Chunqian's sight, the girl in front of him had sparkling eyes and plump lips, as if something was tempting him.

He is so thirsty, biting it will definitely quench his thirst.

Once this thought appeared in his mind, he couldn't suppress it.

Qiao Chunqian lowered his head and decided to follow his inner voice to kiss those tempting lips. When he was about to kiss them, Mi Qian shrank her head back and spoke in confusion.

"What's wrong Joe..."

Before he could finish his words, the hand holding the water was grabbed and pressed on his head, and the other hand held the back of his head. As he was spinning, he was pressed against the door panel. Qiao Chunqian did not hesitate and kissed him deeply.

"Snapped."

The cup of water fell to the ground, and the spilled water wet the hems of their clothes.

The black trousers are even darker in color, like a bottomless cave that's going to pull people in.

The light-colored skirt was dotted with beautiful "petals", and a slight coolness stuck to her legs. Mi Qian hissed softly, and the man who was sucking her lips found an opportunity, stuck his tongue in, and began to patrol the territory.

"Do not……"

Mi Qian mumbled some ambiguous words, and with her free hands she pushed the domineering man in front of her.