Zhuo Jian struggled for a moment, unable to open his eyelids: "Fu Yanye, please don't hug me so tightly, it's uncomfortable."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes to see her lying limply in his arms, thinking, no matter how uncomfortable you are, can you still be as uncomfortable as me?
It wasn't until he saw the crystal clear eyes in her that he relaxed, gently caressed her arm and whispered, "Is this gentle enough?"
"Too light, don't you want me anymore?"
Zhuo Jian muttered.
Fu Yanye's heart twitched, what nonsense were you talking about?
The two of them returned to Shengyuan. Fu Yanye put her on the big bed and lay on her, "I'll put the bath water in and then go to bed after taking a bath."
Zhuo Jian nodded drowsily. At this time, the blush on her face was getting worse. The alcohol had its best effect, making her confused.
At the same time, Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang, Zhang Mingli's call, Zhuo Jian suddenly got up, looked around, found her bag at the end of the bed, opened it and took out the phone from it, and saw the words "Sister Meimei"
He picked it up immediately and lay down at the end of the bed: "Sister, I'm home."
"Just get home. Are you drunk?"
Zhang Mingliang listened to her voice and asked worriedly. Su Bai had just told her that Zhuo Jian was not a good drinker.
"a little bit."
Zhuo Jian smiled stupidly and narrowed his eyes.
Zhang Mingliang: "Where is your husband?"
"Husband? Husband?"
Zhuo Jian murmured, then roared and shouted throughout the room.
Fu Yanye ran out of the bathroom, thinking something had happened.
Zhuo Jian saw him with squinted eyes, smirked and said to the person on the phone, "He's here."
"That's good, then hang up."
Zhang Mingliang said.
"Okay, goodbye sister Meili."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he threw away the phone and lay on the end of the bed and fell into coma.
Fu Yanye stood at the door of the bathroom and sighed helplessly, then walked forward and said, "Go take a shower."
Zhuo Jian was silent, but his rosy little face, and every inch of his beautiful skin below, made him have no temper at all, but his adrenaline continued to surge.
His gentle fingers gently unbuttoned her shirt. Without undoing one more button, his heart beat harder.
This woman's damn magic power made him couldn't help but lie with her at the end of the bed, kissing her lips softly and murmuring: "Baby."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian agreed in a daze without even opening his eyes.
"say you Love Me."
Zhuo Jian's body felt itchy from being kissed, and she twisted under his body, trying hard to turn around and go to sleep.
I can no longer hear clearly.
Fu Yanye's lips brushed across her face, and he lay there looking at her with disappointment.
The light in the room was warm, and the tall man at the end of the bed slowly approached the woman's back, and then rested his forehead on the back of her neck, silent.
I don't know how long it took, but when the room was quiet enough, he suddenly stood up, picked up the sleeping person again, and went to the bathroom.
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At twelve o'clock at night, when the stars are still in their prime, the men and women writhing on the dance floor on the first floor are releasing their stress and charm to their heart's content.
Zhang Mingliang took the initiative to find Su Bai's room and saw Su Bai half lying on the bed smoking. As soon as he closed the door, the bustle outside had nothing to do with them.
Su Bai raised his eyes to look at her, his heart froze, and then he pretended to get up: "Is something wrong?"
Zhang Mingliang walked up to him, took his cigarette away from his lips, put it into his own mouth and took a long puff.
Su Bai looked at her, suddenly unable to say anything irritable in the dim space.
Zhang Mingliang kicked his legs, and he stepped forward consciously.
Zhang Mingliang sat on his lap while smoking a cigarette.