Please draw your way of death

This little interest in Meng Qishu's mouth eventually shot himself in the foot.

But everyone teased him, no matter how hard he tried, he would naturally have to accept it.

Shao Shiyi's wedding came very quickly, the wedding was very lively, there were no media or outsiders.

And Meng Qishu finally got his wish and met the mysterious bridegroom official that Shao Shiyi was talking about.

The appearance of the groom's official is not particularly outstanding, but his temperament is gentle and outstanding. From a distance, one can tell that this is a person who can easily do anything no matter what state he is in.

Several people from Meng Qishu and Jinghong were sitting at the same table mixed together. When the newlyweds came to toast with wine glasses, they heard a table of elders scrambling to shout at Shao Shiyi, "Happy Newly Married" and "Have a Precious Child" and so on. Hot talk.

"Thank you everyone." Shao Shiyi had a decent smile on his face, and the smile in his eyes couldn't be stopped.

She held up the wine glasses and touched them one by one. When the wine glasses touched Meng Qishu's from Ning Mianzhong's, she sharply noticed the two identical small rings on their ring fingers.

Raising his eyes, his meaningful eyes swept across the faces of the two of them. Shao Shiyi pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Brother Ning, good things come in pairs. When can I have your wedding wine?"

"I plan to do it in a while." Ning Mian finally knew that Shao Shiyi was teasing on purpose, so she responded directly, completely ignoring the suspicious look cast by Meng Qishu beside her, "The banquet on January 26, are you coming?"

"Then we must come." Shao Shiyi should be straightforward, and finally asked some detailed questions with Ning Mian, and then went to the next table with the groom's arm.

"When was the banquet scheduled? Why don't I know?" Seeing Shao Shiyi walk away, Meng Qishu rubbed the toe of Ning Mianzhong's shoe under the table, but raised his eyebrows, it was a Xingshi asked the meaning of guilt.

"I've made up my mind, I've already started to plan." Ning Mian finally returned to him, grabbed his hand on his knee, clasped it with her own, raised her eyes with a gentle expression, Looking at him, "I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"You are capable of hiding it from me for so long, huh?" Meng Qishu's hand was held in his, and he didn't resist, only a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he didn't look like he was going to be angry, "January 26, is it intentional?"

Ning Mian finally didn't speak, but her brows and eyes were soft, and she traced his slightly arrogant smile with deep eyes.

January 26 is Meng Qishu's birthday.

"It's not intentional, it's just a passing word," Ning Mian finally replied, "I didn't know it was your birthday until I realized it."

It seems that these numbers have been rolled in my mind for several times, and they are already rotting there, and when it is time to set a date, they will flow out naturally along with my thoughts.

"Is it just casual?" Meng Qishu didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this answer. His gaze met Ning Mianzhong's gaze, and he looked over fearlessly, as if he wanted to peel off the soft flesh that was so soft. Something deeper, "What about me?"

Ning Mian finally stared back frankly, let him see, he pursed the corner of his lips and smiled, but only said two words: "Pleasing to the eye."

Meng Qishu opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but the people around him suddenly became lively, scrambling to stand up, shouting and rushing in the same direction.

In order to avoid being carried away by the crowd, Meng Qishu got up from his seat almost as soon as he realized it.But his reaction was obviously not as fast as that of Ning Mian, who was beside him. Before he took two steps away, Meng Qishu felt his wrist being held by the person beside him, pulling him to a place where no one was around. bring.

"What's going on?" Meng Qishu looked in the direction of the crowd, but hadn't realized what happened.

"The little game has started. If you win, there will be prizes." Ning Mian had already written down the entire wedding process in advance, so he just glanced over there and immediately understood what happened.

Meng Qishu didn't have much interest in small games, but the position where the two of them were standing was really in the way, so he took Ning Mianzhong's hand behind his back and walked to another empty and deserted place.

"Wait a minute, I haven't given you something yet." Ning Mianzhong's voice sounded behind him, Meng Qishu turned his head, and saw Ning Mianzhong took out a card from his pocket and ran it along the heel of their clasped palms. Tuck it in.

"Team formation card." Sensing Meng Qishu's puzzled gaze, Ning Mian finally explained, raised both hands, and asked him with sincerity in his eyes, "Are you forming a team, Qishu?"

Meng Qishu stared at him speechlessly, his lips moved: "Such a good atmosphere, you just want to form a team with me?"

Before Ning Mian had time to respond to what Meng Qishu meant, she saw the person in front of her take a step back, bent her knees, and knelt down on one knee in front of him with her back straight.

There was a smile on Meng Qishu's brows, he slightly lifted the hands of the two of them together, at the level of his eyebrows, looked up at Ning Mianzhong's eyes, and said: "Mianzhong, do you want to marry?"

"..." Ning Mian finally didn't answer, he stared at Meng Qishu's smiling eyes for two seconds, then suddenly took half a step back, and knelt down on one knee in front of Meng Qishu.

Meng Qishu blinked, and before he could react, he saw a pair of familiar eyes at his line of sight.

The two knelt on one knee facing each other, looking at each other silently.

A question mark slowly appeared on Meng Qishu's forehead.

Two big men face to face and kneel in a proposal pose, holding hands together. Isn't this scene really funny?

Ning Mian, at least you should say something.

It seemed that Meng Qishu's complaints in his heart were too strong, and Ning Mian on the opposite side finally said the first sentence since he knelt down on one knee: "Marry."

As his voice fell to the ground, the palms of both of them felt cold, and the touch of skin to skin came, and then there was the warmth of each other's body temperature.

Meng Qishu didn't even need to look to know that the team formation card had taken effect, he clasped Ning Mianzhong's hand a little tighter, and said, "The marriage line has been drawn, you have no room for regret."

"I will find you wherever you are in the future."

With a smile in her eyes, Ning Mian gave a shallow "hmm", nodded and said, "I don't regret it."

Ever since I planned to hook up with this guy, I never thought about regretting it.

Shao Shiyi's wedding was held grandly and smoothly. After the curtain ended perfectly, according to the previous plan, the couple would spend two days at the beach.

Ning Mian was always busy with work, so she could barely stay for one night, but even if she asked for leave, there would always be troubles, big or small.

So when he came back from answering the phone from outside the hotel that night, all the people had already drunk to the point of throwing up.

At that time Meng Qishu was sitting quietly in the corner, Ning Mian finally didn't feel anything, but when he walked in to have a look, he realized that this guy was already in a daze.

"Mianzhong..." A vaguely drunken voice with a little dependence came to Ning Mianzhong's ears, in such a large audience, he wished he could just cover his mouth and pack this guy up and take him away.

"Why do you drink so much?"

"They poured me wine..." Meng Qishu raised his head, his eyes seemed to have been soaked in the wine, slightly drunk.

Who can irrigate you?

Ning Mian finally exhaled amusedly, she couldn't say anything, she could only hug him and pull him: "Where's the room card?"

"in the pocket."

When she half hugged the man in her arms, Ning Mian finally felt that this guy was really drunk. If it was normal, Meng Qishu would definitely not be lying on his shoulder like now, being so obedient.

Ning Mian finally supported Meng Qishu's back with one hand, and pressed him in her arms, and went to his pocket with the other hand to touch the hotel room key card.

But his eyes became wrong the moment he saw the room card: "Sex suite?"

Meng Qishu in his arms leaned on his shoulder and rubbed against him, as if he didn't realize that something was wrong: "Sister Shao gave it."

Ning Mianzhong: ... What does Shao Shiyi want to do?

But at this time, it is obviously unrealistic to ask Shao Shiyi to change rooms, let alone...

Ning Mian finally raised her eyes and scanned around, where is Shao Shiyi's shadow?

Presumably they were newlyweds, and the two of them held hands and went through the two-person world.

Of course, you can't bother.

Ning Mian, who had no choice but to take the room card, took Meng Qishu back to the corresponding hotel room on the card.

"Get up, drink some water." Putting Meng Qishu down on the bed, Ning Mian finally turned around and poured water on the bedside table, then sat on the edge of the bed to pull Meng Qishu on the bed.

"..." Meng Qishu supported Ning Mianzhong's arms with both hands, and looked him in the eyes with a little sluggish response. The next second, his upper body sank, and he rushed straight towards Ning Mianzhong.

Ning Mian didn't react for a while, and she was thrown onto the bed just like that.

"...Qishu, get up first...what are you doing?" Ning Mian finally sighed, and was about to prop up her upper body when Meng Qishu grabbed her hands and pulled them upwards, she couldn't help frowning slightly.

Meng Qishu didn't answer, he narrowed his eyes slightly with sliver of light, just leaned on his body and lowered his head to find his lips, kissed them, and rubbed them slowly.

Ning Mian's thinking was finally interrupted by him, and she didn't dare to make any overreacting actions for a while, so she had to hold back her strength and let him do whatever she wanted.

It wasn't until the two of them parted unsteadily that Ning Mian finally realized that her wrist had been handcuffed to the head of the bed by a cheap sex handcuff at some point.

It's really weird, how did this guy get this thing in such a short time?

"Qishu, stop playing." Ning Mian finally tugged at his wrist, and found that the little thing was still quite strong, "Drink the water first, be good."

"..." Meng Qishu looked at him in a daze for a while, and seemed to finally realize what he said, so he hummed lightly, and carefully rolled over from him to reach for the water glass on the table.

...just let him go first.

Ning Mian finally looked at the back of Meng Qishu, who was obediently drinking water, and sighed in distress.

"At the end of sleep..." When Meng Qishu climbed up again after drinking the water, his lips were still a little wet from the water.As if he was dizzy due to drunkenness, he put his face on Ning Mianzhong's chest, closed his eyes slightly, "...I want you."

"Good boy, let me go first, okay?" Ning Mian finally coaxed him with a hoarse voice.

"No..." Meng Qishu frowned, propped up his upper body, his eyes seemed to be stained with something other than drunkenness, he pulled Ning Mianzhong's leg away and squeezed in, looking down at Ning Mianzhong with Seriously, "want to..."

In the end, Ning Mian only felt that her scalp was numb, and her tone was a bit difficult and helpless: "Qi Shu, don't mess around..."

In the next second, Meng Qishu reached out to grab something from the bed, pulled away the roll of black tape with half-closed eyes, bit it off, and stuck it to his lips under Ning Mian's unbelievable gaze.

"I'll be gentle," Meng Qishu threw the tape aside, put his lips close to his lips through a layer of tape, and comforted him, "Don't worry."

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