Gao Shenran straightened his body, pushed away the servant who was supporting him, and waved his hand: "You, go and have a rest."
Xiaojuan wanted to help him into the room, but Gao Shenran was very dignified and courageous.
What he says is always very weighty and makes people unable to go against it.
But at this moment, he was drunk and could fall down at any time, which really embarrassed her.
If I leave like this, I'm afraid I'll suffer a lot for the young lady who dealt with the aftermath.
"Xiaojuan, bring me a cup of ginseng tea to sober up the hangover." Ji Xiaoxiao had already arrived at the door of the room and reached out to catch her husband, who was frowning.
His body leaned against hers, half hanging on her body, followed by a strong smell of alcohol.
The smoke made her almost faint, but Xiaojuan had already left as she was told
With great difficulty, he carried the huge man into the room and laid him down on the bed.
She was already sweating profusely and panting, looking at the man with his eyes closed.
The handsome eyebrows with solemn dignity, and the cold face that looks mysterious and profound no matter how handsome it is.
He is a tough and profound man, and at the same time a gentle and affectionate husband.
No matter who he is, he is enough to make women crazy
Feeling that the tip of her heart was trembling slightly, she hurriedly turned her face away, letting her hardened heart become strong again.
No, she can't be soft-hearted, nor can she sink
She wants to leave him, stay far away, and cannot become his appendage
When she turned to leave, her hand was held by him in an instant.
She looked panicked, her whole body froze, and she turned back to look in his direction.
But she didn't dare to look directly into those light green eyes, where there was the tenderness she was afraid of.
"Don't... leave." He took his hand and easily dragged her down on the bed.
Her soft body fell into his arms and was locked tightly by him.
The smell of wine was getting stronger and stronger, and it was just behind her neck, breathing warm air and spraying on her skin, making it tickle and crisp.
"You're drunk." She struggled slightly, but couldn't get rid of it, but was unable to struggle any longer.
Now she is very conflicted, panicked, struggling between hating and not hating, leaving and staying.
In his arms, she couldn't bear to leave, but whenever she thought of her father, her heart would break and throb.
Putting him and his father on the scale, two Gao Shenrans are not as important as one father
So, she hates him
At the same time, she also hated her own cowardice and incompetence