Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (31)
Xia Lin was still trapped in the sorrow of his previous life, but Song Yan was already drunk to a new level. One moment, he climbed to the top of the stone pier to sing in the wind, and the next moment, he squatted at Xia Lin’s feet and grabbed his trouser legs pitifully. Xi said, “Xia Lin, don’t ignore me…”4
Xia Lin felt that if he continued like this, there would be no end, so he raised his voice and said: “Zhou Shuo, come here quickly.”
Zhou Shuo ran over quickly after receiving the order, helped Xia Lin lift Song Yan up on one side, and asked, “Second Young Master, what should I do?”3
”What else can we do? Send him home…” Xia Lin said as he carried Song Yan out, “Damn it, he’s dead!”
Song Yan lay on Xia Lin’s shoulder like a puddle of mud, still mumbling something indistinctly.
Xia Lin couldn’t hear clearly and had no intention of listening. Song Yan said several times but couldn’t get a response. He suddenly became angry and pulled Xia Lin’s head with one hand, kissing him hard on half of his cheeks. .4
Xia Lin was surprised by this attack and was a little confused for a moment. He remembered that Song Yan had never bent so fast in this life, so why did he kiss her so easily?2
Song Yan succeeded with one move and pressed Xia Lin against the concrete wall aside. He used the weight of his whole body to suppress the opponent’s hands and feet. At the same time, he held his face with both hands and gnawed on his face without any order. G.
This wave of Cao Zuo was so sharp that Zhou Shuo was stunned on the spot.8
Xia Lin felt a strong smell of alcohol blowing into his face. The sticky saliva covered his face and sealed his mouth and nose, making him almost breathless.2
He turned his face away hard, opened his mouth to breathe, and then felt Song Yan stick his tongue in.2
”Fuck…” Xia Lin cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.
He began to struggle with all his strength, and shouted while struggling: “Zhou Shuo, you are addicted to making decorations, aren’t you? Don’t you know how to pull him away from me?!”4
”Ah? Oh.” Zhou Shuo came to his senses belatedly and hurriedly ran up to pull Song Yan away from Xia Lin.2
Xia Lin wiped his face with his sleeves in embarrassment and found that his words had been scratched by that guy.1
Before he could figure out how to react to Song Yan’s sudden forced kiss, he saw Song Yan laughing proudly with his hands on his hips: “How about it, Xia Lin, what’s so great about being gay? I can kiss men too! “11
Xia Lin instantly had the urge to throw him to the ground and stomp on him hard.1
”Yes! You can!” Xia Lin roared at him, “Do you really think homosexuality is just playing house?!”3
”Second Young Master,” Zhou Shuo advised, “he is drunk and has no idea what he is talking about. Don’t be as knowledgeable as him.”3
In fact, Xia Lin didn’t know that Song Yan was talking drunkenly. It’s just that after this bastard successfully brought back memories of his terrible past, he didn’t do it so heartlessly. Xia Lin suddenly wanted to destroy him. .4
At this time, Song Yan was still clinging to him without fear of death, so Xia Lin kicked him to the ground without mercy, exhaled, and said bitterly: “I really have to have a brain attack to come here to offer sacrifices.” For your entertainment…”
Zhou Shuo looked at Song Yan, who was lying on the ground, drinking, crying and laughing like crazy, and silently lit a candle for him in his heart.2
Xia Lin said again: “Zhou Shuo, you call Uncle Teng up, and then you two are responsible for sending him home. I don’t care here.”
Zhou Shuo asked cautiously: “What about you, Second Young Master?”
”Me? Go home! Review!”11
Zhou Shuo thought for a moment and nodded. There was nothing wrong with his answer.
