Jian Chenche's face turned as black as Bao Gong, his head was broken, his arm had such a big cut, and there was a dull pain in his chest. He didn't know how many times he had been kicked.
Mengkui watched helplessly when he was drunk and beat him like this, and even spoke up for Mu Xicheng afterwards.
Jian Chenche's chest felt like it was being bitten by countless scorpions, and she was numb with pain.
Very good, within a week, this woman was bribed.
Jian Chenche came to the ground coldly, walked two steps and kept shaking.
Mengkui wanted to help but didn't know what to do: "Don't move, you are so drunk that you can't walk."
"..."
"I have already asked the servant to call Miss Ye, please wait. This room can be left to you. She will take care of you here and wait until you sober up before leaving."
Jian Chenche's steps were crooked, he took a few steps forward and a few steps back, his head was very dizzy.
Mengkui carefully stretched out an index finger and gently poked his shoulder——
Jian Chenche sat back on the bed.
"Look, you will fall if the wind blows. It's very dangerous to go out like this."
Jian Chenche's face was stern, and his asphalt eyes stared at her: "I don't want you to meddle in other people's business."
Mengkui's heart felt tight and she was extremely sad: "I know, I'm leaving."
Mengkui gave the room to Jian Chenche and quickly left the room.
Sure enough, he was drunk last night...and couldn't remember anything.
He also forgot how he forcibly kissed her, right?
Mengkui walked a few steps and found that she was still wearing slippers, nightgown, and her hair was messy. The servant passing by looked at her strangely.
…
Jian Chenche hit her head hard twice with her fist. He was so drunk that he found her room by himself!?
The room where Mu Xicheng and she stayed...
His sharp eyes swept across the room, as if everything here was dirty.
The sofa Mu Xicheng and Meng Kui sat on, the bed they slept on, the carpet they walked on, the shared bathroom, the tea set they drank from...
The luxurious furniture looked filthy in his eyes.
Jian Chenche calmed down, stood up and took a step forward.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the bedside table...
One hand involuntarily opened the drawer and rummaged inside.
He opened both drawers and didn't see what he wanted to see.
Jian Chenche walked around the bed to the other end and opened the two small drawers at the same time...as if he was possessed and unable to control himself.
"Mr. Jane... may I ask, what are you looking for?" A weak voice came from the door.
Mengkui, who had left, just wanted to come back and change into ordinary clothes, otherwise her hair would be disheveled and she wouldn't be able to go anywhere.
Jian Chenche's body froze, and his body was still in a rummaging posture.
"Maybe I can help you..." This is her room, she should be familiar with it.
What are you looking for?
A few big words floated in Jian Chenche's blank mind - condoms!
He wanted to see if there was anything forbidden for 18~ in this room!
What did Meng Kui do when she was alone with Mu Xicheng!
Of course, it would be impossible for him to say this answer even to death.
When he realized what he was doing, Jian Chenche's face turned purple first. He seemed to be inexplicable and completely out of control.
Like a perverted uncle!
"Mr. Jane?" Mengkui probed in a low voice.
"What are you doing back here!" Jian Chenche was caught on the spot, and naturally his tone was not good.
"Oh..." Mengkui remembered the reason why she came back.