The car door opened, and the cold wind blew in through the gap for a moment, and then closed tightly.

Ji Tang was sitting in the car and was inexplicably bored. He looked up at the window. Through a layer of ink-colored glass, he could only see Song Yumo standing tall under the street light in a white shirt and suit pants. He had no cigarettes in his hand, so he borrowed them from the driver on the side of the road. He lit a cigarette with his left hand. In the darkness of the smoke, his face made people unable to understand the joys and anger.

Perhaps he didn't smoke often, his brows frowned, and most of the pieces burned to ashes automatically.

Ji Tang couldn't help but think that he really couldn't talk about feelings. When it comes to the word "feeling", even a man who Song Yumo had a weak personality and knew how to control his desires could not resist it.

Her heart is not made of iron, and a woman's sixth sense has long noticed that Song Yumo's attitude towards her has something to do with her.

But his little love is probably the husband's innate possessiveness towards his wife, which is not worth mentioning compared to the Song family.

Ji Tang had long accepted his fate as a wealthy lady with luxurious jewelry and hypocritical and superficial cloakroom. She did not talk about so-called feelings or did not give to anyone with ridiculous compassion. Anyway, she had never owned such a thing in the past twenty years.

Her fair fingers slowly moved along the leather seat, and she found the storage cabinet on the left, opened it, and contained some mineral water and red wine.

Ji Tang was so frustrated that he simply took a bottle of wine from it, opened it and smelled it, and found a cup to drink it.

She didn't drink enough to be drunk for a thousand cups, but she didn't drink it in just one cup. So she drank it with confidence, and gradually, she began to hold the wine bottle, her thick and erect eyelashes stared at the dark figure of the man outside the car window without blinking.

Ji Tang was thinking about how long Song Yumo should be ready to stay outside in a thin shirt so that he would not be afraid of catching a cold?

If a dog man gets sick with a cold and is still put on her shoulder, if the suit jacket is still on her shoulder, Mrs. Song knows that, she may find an excuse to call her back to the old house of the Song family to accuse her, saying that she has not fulfilled her duty as a wife.

Then Jian Qing was even more sarcastic and might even joke with Shen Zhiqi in private.

Thinking of this, Ji Tang felt depressed and poured lipstick wine, not even a cup.

When Song Yumo finally calmed down his mood and was afraid that the smoke from his body would smoke the woman in the car, he deliberately blew the cold wind for half an hour. After taking a step back, he reached out and opened the car door, and the empty bottle rolled down from inside.

Inside the car was a bottle of wine thrown by Ji Tang. His long black hair was scattered around his shoulders. His face was already red and he was out of tune. He walked down from the bottom of his ears. He had nothing to hug him, and he hugged the man's suit jacket. At first he smiled softly, as if he had no strength. When he saw him, he began to recite. The tail sound dragged a low sense of grievance: "I don't want to go home."

Judging from her expression and the smell of alcohol in the car, Song Yumo probably got drunk.

His slender arms were placed on the car door, blocking the outside, and indirectly blocking the street light halo, so that even if Ji Tang tried to look at him with his eyes open, he could not tell who it was.

He did not look angry and tried to whisper: "What are you doing when you drink?"

"I'm thirsty." Ji Tang didn't realize that he was drunk and could still say a few words to him.

Song Yumo's eyes fell on her smiling face and asked again: "I'm thirsty and I have mineral water."

Ji Tang also nodded his head: "Yes."

After a while, she continued to hold the suit jacket in her arms and said aggrievedly: "I don't want to go home..."

Song Yumo was not sure whether she was talking to the owner of the suit jacket or treating it as another man. He slowly got into the car, closed the door gently, and said, "Why don't you want to go home? There are no jackals, tigers and leopards waiting for you at home."

Ji Tang was a little dizzy and shook his head.

Drunk people can't tell logic. They can't open their mouths when they don't speak. After that, they jumped to another place. They looked at Song Yumo with dark eyes, bit their lips as red as rouge, and began to call him brother.

"Second brother..."

"Why don't you ignore me, my second brother!"

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Song Yumo whispered to the driver to drive back to the villa and asked him to lower the glass plate first.

In order to prevent Ji Tang's perfect and decent image from being subverted outside.

Ji Tang didn't have this kind of trouble, put his hot face on the man's arm, and broke syllables in his red lips: "Second brother, are you heartless? After all, our mothers have a good time with our dad... You just have the heart to send me to the Song family... you, you."

Ji Tang "you" for a long time, but he didn't speak very clearly.

Seeing that she was talking hard, Song Yumo had the illusion of being short of breath, so he stretched out his hand and patted her back gently: "Let's not talk about it for now."

"You don't need your black and slanderous kindness." Ji Tang was not cold yet. He thought that he was not drunk, and held the clothes in his arms, and waited fiercely for the man close to him with red eyes.

Song Yumo looked at her, and his tone could still maintain a calm voice: "Then what do you want to say, say it."

While expressing his willingness to cooperate, he reached out to open the savings cabinet and found that all three bottles of red wine had been drunk. No wonder he was so drunk that he didn't know anyone.

Ji Tang understood his words, and his expression became cold and said, "Do you like my husband?"

Song Yumo suspected his auditory hallucination for the first time in his life, and he didn’t even know how Ji Tang thought about his relationship with Ji Duzhou?

Before he could frown and deny it, Ji Tang approached with a sibling loyalty, patted his shoulder earnestly, and murmured: "Second brother, sister advises you to turn back as soon as possible."

"Just, just..." She started to speak clearly again, and her lower lip bit her bright red color: "My husband and wife and I are not harmonious at all. He may be a little cold in nature, and it is not all..."

Song Yumo sat on the chair without pushing away the woman full of alcohol, and his face was not as happy as before.

Ji Tang stared at him for a long time, then came over again, and exhaled gently in his ear: "I will tell you one person, Song Yumo may also be a sexual abuser."

Two or three seconds later.

Song Yumo laughed furiously, and pulled the woman who wanted to run away with his long fingers. He asked softly: "Have I abused you in bed?"

Ji Tang hated being pulled by a man like this when he was so angry. Now that he didn't call his second brother, he started to sternly and said, "Who are you? You dare to touch me. Are you not afraid of being beaten to death by Song Yumo?"

After several consecutive fierce questions, the fox pretended to be powerful and powerful.

Song Yumo had never seen Ji Tang drink some wine, but he looked like this.

She would also pretend to cry, hold the man in her arms and keep sobbing twice like a dubbing; "Song Yumo, don't catch a cold or die, otherwise I will be scolded."

After saying that, he began to sit in the car and count the ten major sins of Song Yumo.

I was still thinking about the divorce agreement that was taken away and choked up: "What does he mean? I took the divorce agreement and I still kept kissing me. Is it so easy to kiss my mouth? I am so miserable."

After a full forty minutes' drive, Ji Tang cried all the way to his house, but no tears fell from the crocodile.

Song Yumo would coax her at first, and even suspected that she was pretending to be drunk. Later, she was criticized by her shortcomings and her face was not very good-looking. When the car stopped in front of the villa, the driver left first.

Ji Tang was reluctant to get out of the car at first, and his hand trembled slightly, trying to push his arm away: "I don't want to spend the night at other men's house. My elder brother will break my legs. He, he is too fierce, I'm afraid."

Song Yumo also heard from the words of a woman that Ji Tang regarded herself as her junior high school years.

He was about to coax him, but Ji Tang didn't give him a chance. When he cried, he began to change his state: "Song Yumo doesn't like me."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Song Yumo still kept holding her out of the car. He looked down at her calm face. After a while, he found that his throat was a little hoarse: "How do you know he doesn't like you?"

"He likes Shen Zhiqi, a fool."

Ji Tang started to be very logical again, staring at his handsome face, his pupils were not focused: "If Shen Zhiqi had no heart disease, she would be the most satisfied daughter-in-law candidate for the Song family. Do you think I was crazy, wouldn't it..."

"He doesn't like others." Song Yumo interrupted the possibility of her guess, and her dark eyes only reflected her figure.

Ji Tang didn't say whether he believed it or not, and smiled softly, as if he had recognized him as that person again.

She threw away the suit in her arms, raised her hand, wrapped around Song Yumo's neck, and whispered: "I don't like to listen to what you say, nor can I coax me sweetly, my wife doesn't even say good night, and my baby won't shout? Do you want me to teach me?"

Song Yumo was about to bow his head, but the next second she was her red lips sealed.

Ji Tang suddenly became gentle like water, and kissed him very actively. His slender fingertips followed the gap of the man's shirt buttons, and wanted to get in. He hooked the beating heart in his chest without any reason, and murmured: "Song Yumo...Song Yumo, let's not go home, right in the car, okay... I like you, I like you so much."

She is exquisite and beautiful, and she is undoubtedly 100% successful when using the beauty trick.

Ji Tang was so domineering that he didn't let him carry him back to the villa, so he had to throw away the man's shirt, watch and everything in the car, but he refused to take off his classical long skirt, his head was dizzy and he tossed the man uneasy.

I just asked him to change positions all night, and it was less than ten minutes before he could try something else.

...

When I sobered up, it was around five o'clock in the morning.

Ji Tang suddenly sat up, and was still in the car with a closed space. An embroidered pure white skirt was hanging loosely on her body, revealing her fair shoulders. She turned her head and saw herself reflected in the car glass with a little confused look.

He looked quite embarrassed, with his long hair covering his face, a few strands of hair pressed against his delicate chin, and his lips were gone with lipstick, revealing a hint of weakness.

After two seconds of dying, Ji Tang realized that besides himself, there was another person in the car who could breathe and gasp.
Chapter completed!