She quickly bent down, pushed him, and whispered, "Hey, are you so drunk?"
Yan Mubei waved his hand uncomfortable and knocked off her hand that pushed him: "Get out, don't bother me."
The mouth is very clear, but I don’t know whether the consciousness is clear or not.
"I'll ask you how much wine did you drink?"
"Two bottles of red wine."
"Where are you now?"
"Lin Qianqian, you tremble again, believe it or not, I will fuck you."
"…..." The dead man.
What else do you do except this shit in your dirty head?
This is not a solution to ask.
So, regardless of whether he was drunk or not, she pushed him and asked directly: "Did you send someone to catch Chai Jiao?"
"Yeah, I've caught it."
“Forced to confess?”
"Yeah, it's forced."
"She, what did she say?"
"Yeah, I said it."
Lin Qianqian sweated: "I'll ask you what she said?"
"Yeah, I've said it all..."
Now, Lin Qianqian's head was cold and she couldn't help but touch her neck.
He was dead, and he knew that she and Chai Jiao conspired to design him, and eventually made him the main suspect in the murder case.
Now that he woke up, why didn't he strangle her to death?
Her neck was so pitiful. She felt like she was being pinched before she was pinched.
For the sake of her neck, Lin Qianqian felt it was necessary to leave immediately, at least avoid the limelight.
Thinking of this, Lin Qianqian bounced up, packed her phone, car key, wallet and other things, and stuffed them all into her bags.
But there were bodyguards outside to guard the house, and she could not leave the door of the villa.
Suddenly, Lin Qianqian had an idea.
After spending a lot of effort, he turned the heavy man over and touched him with both hands.
Where is the cell phone?
He called Deng Liang to come up and said that he had to be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment as soon as possible.
The situation was critical, so it was natural for her to follow everyone to go to the hospital.
After going to the hospital, there were so many people that she sneaked away.
Yan Mubei was not completely drunk. He was just a little drunk. He just wanted to stay here and stay where she was there.
So when Lin Qianqian touched his pocket with her hands, the man who was not very sober under the influence of alcohol felt that this was her showing goodwill to him.
Humph, the dead woman's mouth is so hard that she is so hard that she says she wants to leave him and doesn't love him, but she is actually always peeking at his beauty.
Lin Qianqian, you are so erotic, so bad.
Yan Mubei felt comfortable all over the body and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He reached out and grabbed his wrist and pressed it hard on his chest, accompanied by his powerful heartbeat, murmured: "Touch here, I like you touch here."
That happened to be his... chest.
Lin Qianqian, who was suddenly locked in her left hand, sweated: "…..."
I feel a little nervous. Your chest is not a woman's chest. It is hard and flat. What's the point of touch?
Lin Qianqian was crazy and messy in her heart.
In a panic, he secretly looked up at him, and saw that the man was still closing his eyes. The words just now were soft, like a dream, more like a waking up.
She pushed him with courage and whispered: "Yan Mubei, I love you, do you love me?"
I thought I was arrogant and perverted. If I heard the woman who had rejected him and suddenly told him that I loved him, he wouldn't have been able to get up and laugh wildly.
Jian Guy pointed at her nose and laughed at her: Lin Qianqian, I knew you loved me, have you finally admitted it? Did you admit it?
But he didn't.
Yan Mubei did not react and his actions remained...