Quick Transmigration: The target of the strategy is sick again

Chapter 145 I have no money, so I want you to support me 41



Beibei looked at the person staring at him, and dared not make a sound.

Ou Linan: ["Are you drinking?"]

Bei Xinge: ["Forget it, forget it, I'm too drunk."]

Ou Linan looked at Beibei pretendingly, and then played with the wine bottle, letting no one see through his thoughts.

Ou Linan: ["But, aren't we old classmates? We haven't seen each other for many years, shouldn't we have a drink?"]

What to drink, he was afraid.

Bei Xinge: [("System system, hurry up, give me sober pills.")]

The big deal is to risk your life to accompany the gentleman, it's too scary, what's wrong with Anan, is he still keen on drinking?

Tongnanbei: ["Host, why are you wasting points?"]

Bei Xinge: [("What waste, do I call it waste? This is life-saving.")]

Tongnanbei: [("He got you drunk for one purpose, but he hasn't touched you for a few days when you came back.")]

This is right on point, since he came back and met that day, Anan hasn't done anything out of bounds.

Beibei rubbed her waist subconsciously, looked at Anan and smiled.

Bei Xinge: ["I, I pour a glass, I can't drink it."]

Ou Linan: ["Huh? It's okay, I will take care of you, I drink well."]

I was afraid that he would say such things, he was drunk, what if he did something out of the ordinary?

What will Anan think of him then?

But they hadn't seen each other for so long, and he didn't say a word after meeting, just being by his side made people feel uncomfortable.

None of them made it clear about the matter between them.

Ou Linan: ["Beibei baby, it's okay, I'll feed you, since you said you pour a cup, then let's have a cup."]

This must make him fall, what is the intention?

Ou Linan picked up the wine bottle and blew a few sips. Drinking wine like this is simply a riot.

After Beibei watched him take several sips, Ou Linan suddenly pulled Beibei to let him have a taste too.

Good things have to be shared, of course.

Bei Xinge: ["Well, you..."]

Sure enough, I didn't feel safe, it's over.

Ou Linan: ["Good boy, swallow it."]

Bei Bei was forced to swallow it down, but the taste of the wine was pretty good.

That's right, this is really overwhelming, but what he didn't know was that even if he just opened this wine and let him smell it, he might die of drunkenness.

Because... This bottle of wine was specially processed and prepared for him.

He thought that something indescribable would happen, but until he woke up the next afternoon, nothing happened.

I touched my waist, it doesn't hurt, it's still there~

Ou Linan: ["Are you awake?"]

Just sitting up from the bed, he was taken aback, he, he didn't notice why he was here.

Doesn't he know that people are frightening and frightening to death, why did they suddenly make a sound.

Bei Xinge: ["Um...um, I'm awake."]

Ou Linan: ["Did you sleep well?"]

Is this a common concern?still?

Bei Xinge: ["Very good, hehehe."]

Ou Linan stared straight at him, like a hound staring at his food.

What's wrong?This is, why staring at him like this?

Beibei looked down at his clothes, they were quite neatly dressed, with no leaks.

Bei Xinge: ["What's wrong?"]

Beibei pretended to be calm and looked at him, left the bed, and walked towards him.

Ou Linan stood up all of a sudden, as if frightened, walked in front of Beibei, and immediately picked him up.

Bei Xinge: ["Ah! What are you doing?"]

Oak South: [“…”]

Ou Linan didn't speak, put the man on the bed, took out the slippers, put them beside the bed, and put them on for him one by one.

Bei Bei only felt his face was a little hot, it seemed that he was thinking too much.

... a ... ... line ...

small theater:

Ou Linan: ["Thinking of what? Huh?"]

He just gave him a pair of shoes, why is his face still red?

Bei Xinge: ["You, stop talking nonsense, I didn't think about anything."]

It's scary, Anan is like a goblin.

Fascinating everywhere.

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