"And there is surveillance in the castle. I can find a beautiful lady to bring it out to you."
Thinking about it, the beauty called her last night to inform her... So, there must be evidence to prove her innocence.
When it came to surveillance, Jian Chenche's face turned even colder.
"You really came here on your own when you were drunk..." Meng Kui's voice became weaker and weaker.
It was obviously not her fault, so why did she feel so guilty and lacking in confidence?
Without saying a word, Jian Chenche lifted up the blanket and was about to get off the ground.
My head is so dizzy...
"You also saw that you are still wearing your pants," Mengkui tried her best to explain, "Your clothes were taken off because you vomited on your body, so I helped you take them off."
Jian Chenche's expression turned even more terrifying as he glared over——
Do you want her to explain?
He didn't need an explanation at all, what he needed was for her to admit it!
She came up to him like a rogue as usual, begging him, and he climbed down the stairs.
There was no expected reaction, and his expression was terrifying: "Shut up!"
Mengkui hesitated to speak. Did she say anything wrong? She really didn't do anything...except for that, the attempted kiss.
For no reason, I was even more disgusted by him, which made me feel sad.
Jian Chenche staggered to the ground. He was hungover and had not fully sobered up from the alcohol before he stepped on the ground and fell back onto the bed.
Mengkui stretched out her hand to help, but then retracted it and slapped her own hand hard with the other hand——
"I really have many hands. Don't worry, I promise I won't touch you again."
Jian Chenche: "..."
"But you really drank too much, and walking is a problem. I'll ask the servant to help you."
Jian Chenche said angrily: "No need!"
The two words were almost shouted, and my eardrums were about to be perforated.
Mengkui took out his ears. Did he take any gunpowder? He was so angry.
"Oh... By the way, you don't like ordinary servants touching your body," she suddenly realized, "that's why I didn't let the servants touch you last night. I was helping you clean up."
"..."
"I know you hate me too, but at least I have served you before. I think I will be more familiar with how to take care of you. And if you are drunk and don't know, you won't resist me so much..." Mengkui left
Before arriving at the corner table, he picked up the receiver and pressed it and said, "I'll ask the servant to call Ye Xin over. Please wait a moment."
Jian Chenche was severely internally injured by Meng Kui early in the morning.
Moreover, I don’t know how to vent this suppressed energy...
He felt a lot of pain on the back of his head. When he touched his head, he found that there was a piece of gauze on it.
On the right arm, there is a gauze bandage wrapped around it.
Mengkui hung up the intercom and said, "There, you were injured in the fight last night."
"Fight?" Jian Chenche closed his eyes hard, his brain was fragmented and he couldn't remember anything.
"Well...it's Mr. Hemu."
She was with Mu Xicheng last night!?
Jian Chenche's face darkened again...
In other words, it wasn't because he came into this room drunk that Meng Kui and Mu Xicheng were in the same room?
A lonely man and a widowed woman, my husband loves me and my concubine loves me, you take care of me!
Jian Chenche's hand bones creaked several times, and the pain in his chest was caused by Mu Xicheng's kick! So, he really had a fight with someone before his bones hurt. He didn't have anything sexy with Meng Kui last night.
story!
In other words, the picture in his mind is really a spring dream.
This realization made Jian Chenche almost mad!
"Don't be angry. Mr. Mu didn't hit you on purpose...it was because you drank too much."