"Words, you don't know what pot of you, the door is dead ... what I am with him, three thousand ... not to give a point ..."
In the bar, it has been cleared, so Su Hanyan's fluttering Fengyan is naturally very clear.
"Brother, I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear ..."
Li Jinyan was sweating and was anxious to clarify. Drunk and vomited the mantra, the amount of information was great, he lamented.
Needless to say, looking at Fengyan, the girl in front of him entered his heart.
Feng Yan didn't speak, frowned, stepped forward to bend down, and pursued Su Hanyan's forehead.
The temperature was normal, he put a little heart, and his deep eyes filled with distress.
"Word," Su Hanyan grabbed Feng Yan's hand, "I tell you ... I don't allow him to come. I'm not allowed to come. I said ... I'm not good. I'm not good. I'm not good.
, I got the hall ... down ... I got the kitchen, I don’t know how good ... is it? "
She squinted and smiled, and her body fell in the arms of Fengyan.
"Is it?" She couldn't hear the answer, roaring.
"Brother, you talk slowly, I ... I'm back to New York ..." Li Jinyan didn't wait for Feng Yan to answer, and ran away.
At the entrance of the bar, Jiang Rui took people there, saw him out, and greeted politely.
"Master!"
"Jiang Rui, take me to the airport ... let people drive my car back ..." Li Jinyan notified that the private jet was prepared to take off when he notified Feng Yan.
Drunk Fengyan's woman, and got such a private information, you had to run quickly.
Of course, Jiang Rui didn't dare to neglect, and quickly ordered to arrange the car and man.
In the bar, Feng Yan held Su Hanyan in her arms and wiped her back for her. Looking at her drunk, there was a complex emotion in his heart.
She cares about the words he said to Li Jinhuan. He thought that this woman would not listen to him. He would not listen to him.
"So stupid, you are not good, but not good at it!" He kissed her forehead because of drinking alcohol, the temperature of her skin was slightly hot, and her breathing was full of alcohol.
Fengyan does not like girls smoking and drinking, and does not like girls to show off in front of him.
But to Su Hanyan, no matter what she did, he would indulge subconsciously.
She is also a young lady, but she does not have the noble arrogance in the eyes of ordinary people owned by those girls.
She often said that she was not good, and he knew why she said that. But, she didn't know, his favorite is the most authentic Su Han smoke.
"Go! Go home!"
Feng Yan watched her quietly, hugged her, stepped out of the bar.
"Yan Shao, I would like to return to New York." Jiang Rui opened the door.
"Um!"
Feng Yan hugged Su Hanyan and got into the car. She leaned in his arms and struggled gently.
"You ... why hold me?" She wanted to push him away.
Feng Yan tightened her arm and hugged her waist firmly: "Who do you want to hold?"
"Ayan?"
"Wake up?"
Su Hanyan didn't speak anymore, maybe he heard him, just relaxed as the whole person, sleeping over.
Feng Yan looked down at her red face, and couldn't help raising her hand and touched it. When her long eyelashes were stood up, she fanned the fan, and a smile filled with a sweet smile.
Seeing her laugh, Feng Yan also laughed with a pleasant mood.