"No..." She put her palms on his chest and pushed hard, but he hugged her tighter and held her hard, leaving no space at all.
The crazy kiss with the smell of alcohol made her head dizzy. She didn't know if it was because of the smell of alcohol or something else. She felt that her head was gradually emptying out. The people around her had no strength and were as soft as a puddle of water.
Like, fell into his arms.
This was not her first kiss, but she had never been kissed so passionately. His kiss made her unable to breathe and almost suffocated her.
But she actually didn't hate him. When he let her go, she still felt a little lost.
"Yingluo, your face is so red...so cute..." He touched her cheek with his palm, drunkenly, and said words that made her shy and happy.
"That's enough, Brother Bupo, I'll take leave to take you back." Yingluo endured her shyness. She knew that drunk people would do unreasonable things, or when he woke up, he wouldn't remember that he had ever done anything.
It's just something you've done, just think of it as a good memory.
"Yingluo..." But he was drunk, but he kept shouting her name, which made her unable to help but have some expectations. Does he have a place for her in his heart?
It's impossible, he is the chief of staff of the military region, and she is just an ordinary woman from Beijing, and she is just a waitress in a hot pot restaurant.
Thinking about their gap, the story of the prince and Cinderella could never happen to her, because she knew very well the impossibility between classes.
She shouldn't have any illusions.
He was so drunk that he couldn't even stand still.
Yingluo had no choice but to support him, ask for leave from the lobby manager, and then help him leave.
As she walked through the hall, she was stopped by a group of people.
"Yingluo, what do you mean by this? I asked you to accompany me to eat hot pot and drink with me. What's wrong with you? I said you were at work and it was inconvenient. You left work faster than a ghost. What do you mean now?
"You hooked up with another man, you dislike me, right?" The speaker was a young man, in his mid-twenties, well-dressed, a rich second generation, who came here all the time and pestered her.
Seeing him, Yingluo was heartbroken. She was trying to kill herself today, and she encountered this guy who was looking for trouble.
"Young Master Liang, what are you talking about? He is my friend. He was drunk. I sent him back, not what you think." Yingluo didn't want to offend him, and she couldn't offend him, because he was a frequent visitor here.
, she has a relationship with the store manager here, and if she offends him, can she still live here?
But she doesn't want to offend people, and they still come to provoke her.
"It's not what I thought? Then who are you, eh?" Young Master Liang seemed to have had some wine too. When he saw her with other men, he got angry. He wanted to be good with her, but she
Repeated rejections have already made him very embarrassed, and today's behavior made him even more embarrassed.
"My friend, he's really drunk. I'll apologize to you next time. That's all right." Yingluo supported Quan Bupo, a little anxious, and wanted to go around him, but his group of pig friends and dog friends were blocking him.
, and others knew that he had some background and did not dare to provoke him.
"No, I want you to accompany me now." After finishing speaking, Master Liang immediately stretched out his hand to grab her wrist.
