Jin Meihe suddenly wanted to cry and curse, md, go to a crowded place, there were not enough people drinking in the open air today, did you stop that pervert from showing off, did you stop him, did you stop him?
Arriving soon? Where are you coaxing the children? Xiao Yimo hung up the phone like a sleeping pill. Jin Meihe felt much calmer and gradually fell asleep.
When I saw Liang Lie again the next day, Marshal Liang narrowed his eyes and a wicked smile appeared on his face, as if nothing had happened.
Since everyone has completely forgotten, she, Jin Meihe, is not a naughty person. She just thinks that he drank too much and was affected by the sensational atmosphere yesterday.
Or maybe he was kissed by Xiao Yimo’s ‘Prince’ (I don’t know if you still remember the one who appeared at the beginning, Xiao Yimo’s very humane pet dog, the Prince)
"Today is the last stop in Venice, and we will go to Milan tomorrow." Liang Lie looked at the worksheet sent to him by his secretary, and then informed Jin Meihe in a rare serious manner.
"Oh" although Milan is a fashion kingdom, she is not a designer, let alone a star in the fashion circle, so she prefers Venice to the luxurious Milan, so she is not interested in that.
“There’s nothing special to do today, I just want to communicate with the designers and manufacturers here in Venice.”
Communication? Jin Meihe pouted. To put it nicely, it’s communication, but to put it badly, isn’t it just a dinner party? It seems that people in the fashion industry are nothing more than that, vulgar!!
In the evening, the people at the table, except for Liang Lie, were all Italians. Jin Meihe couldn't understand a word they said. All she could understand was the wine glasses being handed to her.
As the only lady at the table, she naturally attracted a lot of attention, and Jin Meihe was not a pushover. She smiled and greeted her with a glass of wine.
One of the tall Italian men handed Jin Meihe a glass of wine. After Jin Meihe took it without thinking, the man repeatedly toasted Jin Meihe. It was not so much a toast as a drink. As a Chinese son and daughter,
How can Jin Meihe still be looked down upon by foreigners? There is an old saying in China that women should not be tolerated by men.
Without Xiao Yihao's drinking buddy by her side, who will take care of her? I originally wanted to keep myself rational, but at the wine table, no matter which country you are in, there is no difference in drinking. After you drink the first drink, there must be the second one.
Two cups, one after another, Jin Meihe couldn’t stand it anymore
When she fell down on the table in a daze, still maintaining a trace of rationality, she suddenly missed Xiao Yihao. Xiao Yihao, come and help me block these people. She didn't want to drink anymore, she was so damn good at drinking.
The first time she was so drunk, the first time she didn't want to drink anymore, the first time she missed Xiao Yihao so much, the first time she fell drunk in the arms of an unreliable man
In fact, Liang Lie drank a lot. These are all businessmen. There is no one at the wine table who has not been there before.
Once the food is cool and the wine is done, the meal is over
Back at the hotel, Liang Lie helped Jin Meihe, who was drunk and unconscious, directly to his room, because he didn't have the key card for Jin Meihe's room and didn't know where she put her, and he was also very drunk now.
I really don't have the energy to rummage through her bag.
Lying on the bed was a beautiful woman, the woman he had long admired. Liang Lie's most primitive desires were aroused.
The impulse in his heart made him rush towards Jin Meihe without thinking, but... Although Liang Lie was not a gentleman, he was not a villain who took advantage of others' danger.
After going back and forth like this several times, Liang Lie finally plucked his hair and rushed to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
The cold water melted away Liang Lie's impulse and the excitement under his body.
But... Liang Lie's desire that had been extinguished for a long time came out of the bathroom. When he saw the person on the bed rolling over in his sleep, and a flash of spring light suddenly appeared on his chest, the extinguished desire was rekindled without hesitation.
This time he couldn't help it anymore. She was obviously the woman he wanted, and he knew she would hate him when she woke up, but he couldn't deceive his body.
Taking off his shirt, Liang Lie pressed on Jin Meihe's body, dragging Jin Meihe's clothes. When the roundness of Jin Meihe's chest completely appeared in front of his eyes, his only rationality disappeared.
Jin Meihe, who was pressed underneath her, was a little out of breath. She twisted her body in an attempt to get fresher air. This movement made Liang Lie's body even more angry.
The big hand moved from Jin Meihe's rosy face, to her neck, to her collarbone, and downwards in turn. Every inch of skin Liang Lie touched was extremely hot.
And Jin Meihe, who was in a daze, let out a shameful moan because of the gentle caressing of the big hand (I don’t know if it’s a forbidden word, so let’s separate first)
Liang Lie selfishly thought that this seductive voice was her invitation.
"Jin Meihe, can I come in?" Even though he knew she was drunk and unconscious, he still wanted to ask, wondering if he could find a more comfortable reason for himself.
Jin Meihe couldn't hear clearly what he said. She only knew that someone was touching her, very softly and comfortably. She wanted to continue in bed. Jin Meihe didn't have much experience, so she just talked to Xiao Yi.
Mo Zai had done that once when she was drunk, but it was the only time, and she didn't remember it. If the red on the bed sheets hadn't reminded her, she really thought nothing had happened.