Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

Chapter 155 Antique Auction【25】

An Ting and Rong Chuan went home separately after eating hot pot. An Ting arrived at the door of his house at ten o'clock in the evening. He was just about to enter the password to open the door, but he heard a click and the door was opened from the inside.

Wanyan Qingji stood in front of An Ting with an unhappy look on his face. After smelling the smell of alcohol on An Ting's body, he frowned and reprimanded in a low voice: "If you don't go home immediately after get off work, you still drink and fool around with others. Are you in need of cleaning up?"

An Ting blushed and threw herself into Wanyan Qingji's arms. He held his waist and acted coquettishly: "Okay, I just drank a little beer, not too much. Don't be angry."

"This trick of acting like a spoiled child doesn't work."

An Ting raised his eyes and looked into Wanyan Qingji's red eyes. He raised a smile that confused all sentient beings, "Huh? It doesn't work? Then does it work?"

Wanyan Qingji said nothing, and An Ting knew that he must be waiting for him to take the initiative to kiss him, so An Ting smiled and kissed Wanyan Qingji's thin lips.

At first Wanyan Qingji remained motionless, but then he changed his passive position to active one, aggravating and deepening the kiss.

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After An Ting took a bath, Wanyan Qingji proposed to take An Ting for a ride. After he asked An Ting's opinion, he took An Ting's hand and walked out of the room.

Going downstairs and coming to a black sports car, An Ting asked in confusion: "Is this car yours?"

"Yes, I just bought it today. I bought it because I wanted to take you for a ride."

An Ting looked at Wanyan Qingji, who had his hair tied up. He looked at Wanyan Qingji's casual suit tonight, and found that Wanyan Qingji was handsome to a new level in his eyes.

"Then may I ask Mr. Wanyan, where do you plan to take me for a ride?"

"The beach, anywhere is fine, as long as it's where you want to be."

"Then just drive."

When Wanyan Qingji helped open the car door, An Ting suddenly thought of a question. He looked at him and asked softly: "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Have."

"Where did you, a thousand-year-old corpse king, get your driver's license?"

"Get in the car, I'll help you fasten your seat belt, and don't worry, I'm driving safely and won't let anything happen to you."

"Well, I believe you."

An Ting sat in the passenger seat of the convertible, feeling the wind blowing on his cheeks while listening to the car music. Not to mention how carefree and unrestrained he was at this moment.

When Wanyan Qingji drove the sports car to the gate of the riverside park, he parked the car and took An Ting's hand into the riverside park for a walk.

"What do you think of this late night walk?"

"There's no one around at this time, wouldn't it be convenient for us to go on a date?" Wanyan Qingji held An Ting's hand tightly, smiled and gave the back of his hand a peck.

An Ting and Wanyan Qingji walked hand in hand to the river, and then found a bench to sit down. An Ting nestled quietly on Wanyan Qingji's shoulder. He looked at the sparkling waves on the river and whispered. Said: "Qingji, staying with you quietly like now, actually makes me feel quite happy."

Wanyan Qingji held An Ting's waist with his left hand and rubbed An Ting's hair with his right hand, "As long as I am with you, no matter what I do, I will be happy."

"By the way, An'an, I have an invitation to the auction. Do you want to go?"

An Ting was puzzled, "Where did you get the invitation? Don't you have no friends? Who gave it to you?"

Wanyan Qingji told An Ting without any secret, "It's Wang'an. His invitation letters were given to him by others, and then he gave two of the invitation letters to me."

"Well, what kind of auction is it?"

"antique."