"I haven't had time to congratulate you, Professor Ding."
After laughing with her two roommates for a while, Zhao Jingjing took the initiative to walk to Ding Ning and said generously.
"Hey, you can call me Ding Ning. It sounds more comfortable."
Even though Ding Ning knew that Zhao Jingjing was a lesbian, when he saw her delicate and perfect face and big bright eyes, his heart still began to beat faster. He forced a smile and said.
Zhao Jingjing did not speak, but stared at him. The affection in her eyes made Ding Ning feel inexplicably flustered.
He secretly wondered, "Isn't this girl a lesbian? Why does she look at me like this? Has she changed? "
He stared at her, unwilling to show weakness, but he was lost in her watery eyes, which made him feel deeply regretful. "It's a pity that such a beautiful girl is a lesbian."
"Well, don't look at me. Hurry up and go in. I'm starving."
Liu Wenjing's mischievous voice broke the atmosphere between them.
They looked at each other and smiled. Then they turned around and walked at the same time … Put down their feet … Raise their feet … Put down their feet …
The synchronized pace seemed to make them find the silent tacit understanding at the beginning, which made him sigh a lot.
After entering the box, Zhao Jingjing's face was as usual. She naturally pulled a chair and sat next to him.
Ding Ning looked at Liu Wenjing and Song Xiaoyu with a strange expression and muttered in his heart, "The three of them live in the same dormitory. Don't they know that Zhao Jingjing is a lesbian?"
Liu Wenjing and Song Xiaoyu were confused by his gaze and looked at each other, not knowing what he meant.
Fortunately, Zhang Haifeng picked up the beer glass in time and said excitedly, "Come on, let's have a toast together. The first toast is to celebrate the boss becoming an honorary professor. Cheers."
"Cheers!"
"Congratulations, boss."
"Drink up!"
Everyone showed him respect. Even the three women did not drink, but picked up the beer and drank it up.
"Come on …"
"Why are you drinking so fast? Eat some food first."
Zhang Haifeng wiped his mouth and poured a second glass with great interest. He was about to drink it up together, but Liu Wenjing twisted his ear angrily. He immediately nodded with a smile, which made everyone laugh.
After this little episode, the atmosphere on the scene became joyful. Liu Wenjing was indeed a marketing major. She and Zhang Haifeng echoed each other in bickering.
Song Xiaoyu did not talk much, but once she opened her mouth, she made witty remarks, which amused everyone.
Zhao Jingjing was originally a little silent, but after three rounds of drinking, she became slightly tipsy and talkative.
Perhaps because everyone was in a good mood, the atmosphere was harmonious throughout the night, and everyone drank to their heart's content.
In the end, the three women were drunk. Liu Wenjing simply put several chairs together and lay on them. She used Zhang Haifeng's thigh as a pillow and slept soundly. Song Xiaoyu was more gentle. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes to take a nap. Zhao Jingjing was better. She held Ding Ning's arm in her arms and refused to let go. She fell asleep on the chair.
It was understandable that they were a couple, but Ding Ning was embarrassed. He secretly cursed, "Don't lesbians hate men? Why didn't I feel it?"
He wanted to pull his hand out, but when he saw Zhao Jingjing's delicate pink cheeks with a hint of drunken blush, and her long eyelashes trembling slightly, he really couldn't bear to do that.
"What a precious beauty! He should be a lesbian. This is simply irresponsible to all male compatriots," Ding Ning thought regretfully.
It was meaningless to pretend to be drunk when he was drinking with his brother, so he did not run his martial arts to get rid of the drunkenness. At the moment, he was a little drunk, and his brain was muddled.
With a "bang", Wu Xian lay his head on the table without warning and snored loudly. Song Xiaoyu was also lying on the table, but she did not wake up.
"Haha, Third Brother … Third Brother can't take it anymore. Big Brother, I … I propose a toast to you … drink … drink … drink up."
Zhang Haifeng's eyes were fixed, and he gave a toast vaguely with his tongue hanging out. Regardless of whether Ding Ning drank it or not, he directly poured the liquor into his stomach.
With a "puff" sound, Zhang Haifeng, who had drunk half of the liquor, couldn't hold it anymore. He opened his mouth and spat it out. His head tilted, he leaned against the back of the chair and snored.
Ding Ning was drunk, and he laughed and shouted, "Damn it. Every time you treat me, you still let me … pay the bill. No, you get up … get up and continue to drink."
"Don't be noisy.
You are so annoying. "Zhao Jingjing frowned, waved her small pink fist unhappily, and pouted her small mouth as if she was sleep-talking.
Ding Ning tilted his head and looked at her pouting red lips with his drunken eyes. An impulse from the bottom of his heart made him hold her delicate face without hesitation and kiss her …
The next morning, Ding Ning woke up with a hangover. Before he opened his eyes, he frowned uncomfortably. He opened his blank eyes and looked at the strange environment around him. After a long time, he came to his senses.
"Where is this? It looks like a hotel. Hey, didn't we drink in a restaurant? Why did we come to a hotel? " "I can't remember what happened later at all. I'm really drunk."
He shook his head with a wry smile to sober himself up. When he was about to sit up, he suddenly froze, opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and looked at Zhao Jingjing, who was sleeping soundly beside him, in disbelief.
He lifted the quilt with trepidation and peeped at her. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his scalp was numb.
Looking at the torn clothes scattered on the ground, he could totally imagine how crazy they were last night.
At the thought of having sex with a lesbian after getting drunk, Ding Ning wanted to cry but had no tears. He held his head in distress. "Drinking really makes things worse."
"What should I do now?" "Should I treat it as a one-night stand or take responsibility?" "However, will a lesbian let a man take responsibility?"
Ding Ning's mind was in a mess. He lit a cigarette in distress and leaned against the bed to smoke.
"Is this a cigarette after the deed?"
Zhao Jingjing, who had woken up at some point, opened her black crystal-like eyes, looked at his profile and asked.
Ding Ning shivered all over, and most of the ash fell off. He gave a hollow laugh and didn't know how to face it.
"Give me a puff."
Half of Zhao Jingjing's shoulders were exposed, and she stretched out her slender hand to grab the cigarette from his hand. She unceremoniously pulled his arm under her head and pillowed it comfortably. Then she took a puff like a model.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem …"
Unfortunately, this model was immediately destroyed by her violent coughing, which made Ding Ning feel relieved. He grabbed the cigarette from her hand with a funny face and pinched it out in the ashtray. "Don't smoke if you don't know how to smoke."
"Ahem, I want to taste the legendary cigarette after the deed."
Zhao Jingjing coughed with tears coming out, and said with a face full of hidden bitterness.
Ding Ning nervously wiped her tears and looked at her seriously, saying, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Zhao Jingjing looked at him with a faint smile, which made Ding Ning's heart beat like a drum. He braced himself and said, "We all drank too much last night. I don't know how it happened."
"And then?"
Zhao Jingjing's face was very calm, and there was no emotion in her crystal clear eyes. She just looked straight at him.
Ding Ning became more and more at a loss. He blushed and said embarrassedly, "I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever you say."
"Then I didn't go to register for marriage."
Zhao Jingjing's plain words made Ding Ning so angry that he almost fainted. His mouth opened so wide that a duck egg could be swallowed.
"What? You regret now? Didn't you say that you'll do whatever I say? "
Zhao Jingjing showed a sneer at the corners of her mouth. "Men are all the same. They don't recognize others when they pull up their pants."
"I …"
Ding Ning's face turned red, but he didn't know how to refute. After all, he drank too much and did something wrong.
It was obviously impossible for him to marry Zhao Jingjing. He rubbed his nose and said awkwardly, "Well, can you change the condition?"
"Okay!"
Zhao Jingjing's words made him happy, but her subsequent words made his heart sink to the bottom, and he even became a little angry out of shame.
"Break up with Ling Yun and be my boyfriend."
"Impossible."
Ding Ning's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Don't think that you can threaten me because I slept with you. I won't break up with Ling Yun."
Zhao Jingjing was not annoyed. She stared at him and asked curiously, "Do you like Ling Yun so much?"
"Nonsense. She is my girlfriend."
Ding Ning said irritably.
"Then why did you sleep with me?"
Zhao Jingjing's tone was indifferent, and she gave him 10,000 points of critical damage.
"I … I drank too much, didn't I?"
Ding Ning suddenly felt like a deflated ball and answered guiltily.
"Isn't it against the law to kill people after drinking too much?"
"How … how can it be the same?"
"How is it different?"
Ding Ning, "…"
"There's something wrong with your attitude, humph!"
"Then tell me your conditions," Ding Ning said humbly without any imposing manner.
"Be my boyfriend."
"Impossible."
"Why?"
"I have a girlfriend."
"It's your business to have a girlfriend, but it's my business to be my boyfriend."
"What logic is this?"
"I don't need logic."
"You … you're not. Oh, I see."
Ding Ning suddenly understood and said in surprise, "You want me to be your boyfriend on the surface, so as to cover up your lesbian identity."
Zhao Jingjing, "…"
"Am I right?"
Ding Ning's face was full of joy, and he secretly thought that he was so smart.
"Oh!"
But then, Zhao Jingjing blocked his mouth with her pink lips …
After the sex, Ding Ning looked confused. He carefully poked Zhao Jingjing's arm, which was as soft as mud, and asked very modestly, "Aren't you a lesbian? Why do you call me that so … so … soul-stirring? "
Zhao Jingjing's pretty face was flushed, and then she rolled her eyes, gnashed her teeth, and roared, "You are a lesbian, and your whole family are lesbians."
Ding Ning was completely stunned. "What? Aren't you a lesbian? Then last time you and Ling Yun … "
"Uh, I am a lesbian. I like both men and women, okay?"
Zhao Jingjing immediately gave in and said guiltily.
Ding Ning's face darkened. Although he tried to hide it, he still could not hide the disgust in his eyes.
Zhao Jingjing was keenly aware of it, and immediately became furious. She lifted the quilt and shouted, "What's with your eyes? You are my first man."
Ding Ning looked at the moving plum blossom on the snow-white bedsheet, and he was completely stunned. Zhao Jingjing curled up her body aggrievedly, and cried with her back to him.
"Ahem, well, it's my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you. Good girl, don't cry, okay?"
Ding Ning felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He held her in his arms and comforted her in a gentle voice. She was small, soft, but weak and fragrant, which made people feel pity for her.
The sound of sobbing gradually weakened. After a long time, she even snorted slightly.
Ding Ning gently held her pretty face and helped her wipe the tears on her face. Looking at her beautiful face, he felt a burst of tenderness in his heart.
He would not tell her that when he woke up and found the woman in his arms was her, he pretended to be distressed and panicked, but in fact, he pretended to be.
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