At this time, Souji was completely drunk, "burping" and "burping" with cute wine burps.

At this moment, Qingdeng put his hands on his hips and looked at the director-general not far away with a dumbfounded expression.

After the fireworks display, Qingden felt deeply regretful for the first time in a long time that there were no smartphones and portable cameras in this era.

He really wanted to record Souji's current appearance completely, and show it to her when Souji wakes up in the future, so that she can experience what it's like to have "black history controlled by others"

a feeling of.

"Hmm... sniff, sniff! Sniff, sniff!"

At this moment, the general was seen lying on all fours, strolling around the banquet hall, repeatedly twitching his cute nose, just like a simple and honest Shiba Inu - and the one wagging his tail crazily.

"Um……?"

Suddenly, she suddenly stopped with a "hmm" sound, the frequency of her nose wagging suddenly increased, and a dull hair on her hair stood up slightly as if she sensed something.

The next moment, she hurriedly ran towards... Correction, she crawled towards Qingnog on her hands and knees. With a gentle movement like holding a feather, she picked up the unopened bottle of sake at Qingnog's feet.

"Hey hehe~"

While showing a happy giggle, the Souji repeatedly rubbed the body of the wine bottle with his delicate side face covered in reddish color, and narrowed his eyes into narrow slits.

"I found you~~hiccup~"

As he spoke, he lifted the catkin swayingly and prepared to unscrew the mouth of the wine bottle.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from his side and snatched the wine bottle from his palm.

"Okita-kun! You can't drink any more!"

"Ah~Tachibana-kun~Give me back~Give me back~~"

So drunk that he couldn't even speak clearly, and his tone became soft, Souji raised his arms in the air, trying to take the bottle away from Aomori's hand.

Qingdeng sighed helplessly, then stood up and stretched his arms to raise the bottle above his head.

In an instant, an insurmountable mountain stood in front of the General Secretary.

The "dwarf dog" of the Souji wanted to snatch something from Qingteng... He was somewhat humiliating himself.

"Ahh~ give me back~ give me back~~"

Not to mention how Souji struggled to stand up on tiptoes as tender as green onions; not to mention how Souji stretched his arms to the limit; not to mention how Souji jumped like a rabbit. In the face of the absolute height difference, it was all useless and useless.

.

Qingteng handed the bottle to his left hand, and the director jumped up to Qingteng's left side.

Qingteng handed the bottle to his right hand, and the general manager jumped up to Qingteng's right side.

After wandering back and forth around the General Directorate for several times, Qingteng patiently advised:

"Okita-kun, stop drinking. Look how drunk you are now. Just calm down."

Qingdeng's words were sincere and sincere.

“Uh-huh~~”

Souji held the front of Qingtou's clothes with one hand, and with the other hand, he stretched his toes that were slightly white at the joints to the limit. He tried desperately to reach the bottle, but Qingteng raised it to the ceiling.

The wine bottle was flush - it was obvious that she didn't listen to Qingdeng's words at all.

Souji, who leans most of his body against Qingteng like a sloth, has his round face that can be broken by blows and the tip of Qingteng's nose very close, more than five centimeters away and closer than three centimeters. It is said that they are very close.

The eyebrows and eyelashes are not an exaggeration either. You don’t need to concentrate very much and you can easily count the slender eyelashes of Souji one by one.

I could clearly feel Souji's breath, the warm breath full of alcohol smell, constantly spraying on Qingnobo's face. It was obvious that the alcohol content was staggeringly high, but Qingnobo miraculously did not find it unpleasant.

Qingteng's eyes only met Souji's eyes for a moment, and then he quickly looked away abruptly, not daring to look at Souji again.

Qingden likes the white and rosy color very much, and Souji... her current face happens to be this color.

Souji is not the type whose face turns as red as a monkey's butt whenever he gets drunk.

No matter how drunk he is, Souji's face will only be covered with a layer of rose-red sunset.

This "sunset glow" cooperates with Souji's original white and tender skin, and together they create a gorgeous scenery that, although it cannot be said to be peerless, is enough to make Qing Teng's mind wander.

At the same time, the current appearance of Souji, who can't even speak clearly, gives people the feeling of a "sickly beautiful woman", which is endearing.

The desire to protect the General Secretary in his arms rose like a gush of water from a spring.

Qingden felt that his heartbeat was beating very fast...

Every time Souji's breath hit his face, he could clearly feel the "pop" sound in his chest getting slightly heavier.

"Okita-kun..."

Qingden took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and tried to make a last-ditch effort to dissuade Souji from drinking.

However…….

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Changes abound.

"Ah...~~"

The general manager suddenly let out a small scream.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of fragrant wind accompanied by intoxication hit Qingdeng directly.

Qingdeng, who had not expected this turn of events, couldn't help but screamed, subconsciously stretched out his hands, tightly hugged the object that suddenly crashed into his arms, and then fell to the ground with his face facing the sky.

The vision is spinning.

The ceiling appears in the front line of sight.

Also appearing in front of her sight... was a slender ponytail that was full of luster and felt as smooth as the highest-grade silk in the world.

"Ok, Okita-kun?"

Instantly, a look of shock filled every corner of Qingdeng's face.

He stared dumbfounded at Souji, who had just bumped into him, was now tightly held in his arms, and was now letting out intermittently "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...~" in pain.

Just now, in order to snatch the bottle from Qingnobo's hand, Souji continued to stand on tiptoe.

The entire weight of the body is supported by a few tiny toes.

If it is normal, let alone just tiptoeing, even if the Souji is asked to stand on his head and only use his fingers to support the ground and do a "reverse tiptoe", the Souji's body will still be stable.

But the problem is... the general manager is in a trance right now.

On all fours, he learned to crawl like a Shiba Inu... He was so delirious that it was obviously impossible for him to be able to stand normally again.

With such a physical and mental state, it's only a matter of time before you fall down in such a position where it's difficult to maintain your center of gravity.

Sure enough - the general manager, who was in a hurry to grab the drink back, accidentally lost his balance at that moment, fell forward unsteadily, and collided with Qingteng.

Just like that, Aoto and Souji both fell down on the tatami.

Because Aoden acted as a cushion, Souji was not injured.

Qingto, who was lying on his back, felt that his back was in severe pain, but fortunately the ground under his feet was soft tatami, not a hard brick road, and there were no wine bottles, tables, or anything else that would hurt him.

It was someone's belongings, so Qingdeng wasn't hurt at all.

The director-general, who had lost his basic ability to judge, had no idea what the current situation was.

She raised her head, looked around blankly...and then buried her head again.

I don't know if it was because she felt so comfortable lying in Qingdeng's arms. She narrowed her eyes, and like a tired puppy, she bent up and took a nap on Qingdeng's broad chest.

Qingdeng was left alone there, feeling embarrassed and embarrassed.

The two people lying on the ground hugging each other looked like the most intimate couple in the world.

The distance between the two was so close that their breaths almost collided with each other.

Each other's body temperature is transmitted to each other through clothes.

The commander-in-chief's warm breath was so warm that sweat broke out on Qingden's forehead.

Souji's powerful heartbeat continued to sway Qingden's eardrum.

The emotion called "reason" slowly takes over the dominance of the brain and body.

——Fortunately, there is no one here now!

Qingdeng sighed with relief in his heart.

Fortunately no one was around.

Otherwise...it might make people wonder if he has any special hobbies.

Taking advantage of the boss when he is drunk and unable to move...

Qingdengang was grateful for his good luck——

Snap, snap, snap...

From the direction of the corridor, footsteps that I have heard many times in the past three months suddenly came.
To be continued...