Ji Shaoyi put his hands on her waist, carried the person and walked towards the base.

Lang Qiao felt a moment of dizziness, and when he came to his senses, he was already lying on his shoulder.

"Let me go!" She struggled.

Not only did Ji Shaoyi not let go, but instead walked faster.

The stupid dog behind him not only stopped seeing the opportunity, but instead barked even more wildly.

The winner-like attitude made Lang Qiao feel unhappy. He was about to scold him for hundreds of rounds, but his butt was slapped with him.

"Obide." Ji Shaoyi's voice was low and heavy, with a bit of threat: "Otherwise I will post a Weibo post to tell the world that you like to slide and have slid many times."

Speaking of this, he laughed softly and teased her, "When you wake up tomorrow morning, you will see the front page headlines of major news media: Shock! The 1v4 sniper on the field actually did this late at night!"

As soon as these words came out, the person lying on his shoulder immediately became quiet.

Even if she was drunk, she still cared about her big shot.

But she was so careful about her image. After he was frightened by the barking of the dog, she could rush up to fight the dog for 300 rounds in minutes.

Even if you can't hold it back.

She is obviously the one who should be well protected.

Ji Shaoyi seemed to have a candy in his mouth, and the more he tasted, the sweeter he felt, so that he couldn't help it and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing?" Lang Qiao's tired voice came, obviously a little sleepy.

"I laugh at you." Ji Shaoyi's tone was lazy, sounding particularly hypnotic: "Compared with your strong desire to protect yourself, the straight-straight-like personality is no big deal."

"It doesn't matter if you can't say love words. I'll tell you in the future. It doesn't matter if I can't coax people. When I'm angry, I can coax myself. You have seen my handsomeness and slutty in daily life, and I have also seen my stingyness in finding people to settle accounts when I get drunk. I have seen your usual strength and seriousness, and I have also seen your childishness and cuteness after I get drunk..."

After saying a lot in one breath, he chuckled and said, "What should I do, Lang Qiaoqiao?"

"What should I do?" Lang Qiaoqiao, who was suddenly named, looked confused.

The next second she heard Captain Ji's voice soaking in her voice, saying word by word: "We all know each other so well, it may be difficult to end if we don't live long."

And his husband Qiao Qiao snorted happily, and said indifferently: "Then let's grow old until you grow old."

She didn't want to wait until she was 70 years old and 80 years old. When she thought of sliding on the slide and swinging, no one would let her go.

It would be embarrassing to be discovered by a group of children!

The night was seductive and the wind was gentle. When Ji Shaoyi finally carried the person back to the base, Lang Qiao was already so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Ji Shaoyi put the person on the bathroom table with ease, turned on the faucet and started his own one-stop bathing service.

Lang Qiao sat on the toilet with her short legs swaying, watching him quietly as he was busy.

The warm vision went up from his green onion fingertips, passing through his bow-like tight and powerful arms, and lingering at his raised Adam's apple.

Maybe the dim lights in the bathroom were too ambiguous, or maybe the alcohol was at work, so that Lang Qiao felt a little itchy when he looked at it.

She wanted to make trouble for no reason.

Ji Shaoyi's throat was dry after being stared at her scorching gaze. Just as he was about to reach out to cover her eyes, Lang Qiao's hands climbed up to his shoulders, and he came to him like a water snake, raised his head, and fell down and kissed him gently on the bulge between his neck.

Ji Shao was stiff and inexplicably thought of a very appropriate sentence.

Woman, you are playing with fire.

"Don't move around." His Adam's apple rolled twice unconsciously, and even his voice became dull: "A little thirsty."

The next second, Lang Qiao took a light bite as he kept rolling. The deep pool-like eyes were filled with lust. He looked up at him without any concealment and said, "What about this?"

"I'm not thirsty." Ji Shaoyi threw away the hot towel he had twisted in his hand, lowered his head and kissed her eyes and said, "It's a bit hot, please help me get rid of the fire?"

...

The next morning, the Demon King took his luggage and boarded a flight abroad.

Compared to live broadcasts after retirement, he wanted to go to several more countries and hospitals to ensure that his hands could recover better.

After all...How can I know if it can work if I haven't tried it?

He had already planned to leave quietly, so he got up very early, but he didn't expect that when he packed his things and went downstairs, the living room was full of lights.

Zheng Hang, Gatlin, wait for me, Ji Shaoyi, Lang Qiao...

All those who fought side by side with him were lined up in the living room and sat neatly.

The coffee table was filled with things.

It seems that it should be a gift they gave him.

The Demon King has not been very sociable since he was a child, and it was really uncomfortable to be flirted with by them like this.

Zheng Hang was probably in the hospital that day and was frightened by his body ruins. He took out a book called "Living" from the entire base overnight, and handed it to him in tears and said, "Baby, no matter whether your hands can be cured or not, you must take good care of your health and you can't waste yourself anymore!"

"If you really can't think about it, just open this book and read it. People who are worse than you are still alive. What reason do you have not to live!"

Demon King: "…"

"I'm really not able to think about it." He took the book with disgust and muttered: "It seems that there are many professional players who are recuperating in the hospital I want to go..."

If he is lucky enough to meet the professional player who is unable to think about jumping off a building after retirement, he must show him the book and tell him that the meaning of life is to live!

This is the book that Brother Hang gave him, so you can't waste it.

After pulling him and nagging for a while, Zheng's old father Hang sat aside in tears and gave up his seat to the others.

Gatlin was actually quite afraid of the Demon King, but he had to bite the bullet and walk forward, hand him a keyboard and said, "Don't use the blue-axis keyboard in the future, it's a waste of time."

"That's it." After I echoed every day, I also handed over my mouse.

The style of parting is still normal until...

Ji Shaoyi took out a copy of "Non-Mainstream Sad Quotes Copybook" and patted his shoulder solemnly and said, "When I really can't think it through, I'll go online to talk to you. There are thousands of sad quotes here for you to send, so that you can't cure your hands at a young age and even make your head sad and bald."

Demon King: "..." You're just fucking sad and bald!

He won’t get tired of writing sad quotes for another ten years!

But...How did Shaoyi know that he is a senior Internet cloud-proof user?
Chapter completed!