"Han Zhihan, can you hug me?"
After not responding for a long time, Jin Guoer could not be disappointed. She wanted to retract her hand, but was pulled up by Han Zhihan. Before she could react, she threw herself into his arms the next second and lay on his warm chest. Her heart shrank slightly, and she couldn't help but turn red eyes again.
He wrapped his hands around his hard-covered waist, sniffed, and rubbed his little face against his chest. A man who had only known each other for a month was willing to give her a hug. Why did his dearest and most beloved family members refuse to tolerate and understand her? "Han Zhihan, thank you."
"What happened?"
Jin Guoer raised her head, "Do you want to drink?"
"I don't think I've drunk enough?"
"It won't be so uncomfortable when you're drunk." She grabbed her chest and cried so hard that she couldn't help it. Maybe she had never seen Jin Guoer, who had always been optimistic, cry like a child.
"Walk!"
"Where are you going?"
"Don't you want to drink?" His cold big hand held Jin Guoer's little hand, but inexplicably calmed her down.
They didn't go to the bar and came to Han Zhihan's apartment outside. It was not large in size, with only one bedroom, and there was a wine rack outside, filled with various foreign wines, red wines, and even high-concentration white wines.
Jin Guoer had been a salesman before and was also a victorious general who was at the wine table. Whether it was red, white, or beer, he could mix and match it at will. He was a little drunk before, but after a gust of wind, he woke up a lot.
Now I feel uncomfortable and even more desperate to drink wine.
If Han Zhihan and Jin Guoer competed with wine, they might not be able to win.
But Han Zhihan was used to being deep in costume. Even if he was really drunk, he still had the cold face that could not be struck. He leaned against the sofa and sat on the ground, relaxed his posture extremely, straightened one leg, and arched the other leg slightly, lowered his eyelids, and his eyes were a little confused.
The more Jin Guoer drinks, the more tears shed.
"Don't cry!" He frowned, his temples hurt a little, and her crying made him feel a little more upset.
"Han Zhihan, I feel uncomfortable."
"Speak it out if you feel uncomfortable."
Maybe I was really drunk, and some words were easier to say, "Rou'er and I were obviously children of our parents. Why did I still give in after being wronged and couldn't even give in, and I wanted me to coax her?" It was so uncomfortable to hold it in my heart, but no one around me could understand her. The most affliction was the one who felt most aggrieved.
Her tears were like pearls with broken lines. The moonlight shone through the window, and it was reflected by a little bit of water.
He stretched out his big hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Let's go."
The first time, I was so gentle, not with a look of disgust and indifference, Jin Guoer was completely stupid and even forgot to cry.
My head, which was obviously a little clear, is now even more dizzy.
"Tell me, look."
"What?" Under the hazy moonlight, his lazy look made Jin Guoer a little dry mouth.
"Those shitty things in your house."
Jin Guoer opened her mouth, "My parents gave birth to me, and my grandmother kept asking them to have another boy. Later, Jin Rouer was born. She was weak and sickly. She kept her next to her grandmother. Even if she didn't like her, she would have feelings for her. Rouer's mouth was sweet and she often made her laugh. Children like me who could live well anywhere became insignificant. Even if my fiancé was taken away by her sister, her grandmother would blame me. It was because I didn't look down on people and let such scum deceive her sister. It was so funny. In grandma's heart, Yang Shuo is a scum, so I can marry, but my sister can't be cheated?"
Once he opened up, Jin Guoer had endless things to say, "Anyway, I have been used to it since I was a child. Jin Rouer can act coquettishly, I don't know, Jin Rouer will shed tears, I don't know, I'm careless, so I won't get hurt. Just a few days ago, my father and mother came to me..." Her mood was a little depressed, and shed tears silently with her head down.
"Hmm?" He raised his narrow eyes slightly.
Jin Guoer sucked her red nose, "Jin Rouer is going to marry Yang Shuo."
"Sad?" His voice was a little dangerous, but he was obsessed with his own sorrow and could not extricate himself.
"Don't shit, the moment he betrayed me, we had nothing to do with each other, but it's all for me to get married. Why should I let me go back to be a testimony and bless them with a smile?" This is the most annoying thing.
If she didn't agree, her mother cried, and her father sighed, making her feel sorry for her poor sister.
Jin Guoer patted her chest, "What about me, who can pity me, who can feel sorry for me?"
I thought she could live a little free life after she left that pathological family, but she didn't expect that they would not plan to let her go.
He supported the ground with both hands, narrowing the distance between them, and her reflection appeared in his cold eyes. Jin Guoer suffocated her breath and even forgot to cry.
"you……"
"I feel sorry for you."
"What?"
“Go to the wedding.”
"don't want……"
"I will support you as much as you like."
His warm breath hit his face, and she felt her face was about to catch fire, "You... um..."
Jin Guoer sobered up most of the time and was completely awakened by fear. Is there anything more terrifying than Han Zhihan's kiss?
She was stiff and her mouth was filled with a strong smell of wine, which made her feel a little drunk.
His words were still lingering in his ears, and there was a touch that even she could not explain clearly.
I have to admit that even if it was drinking, she was willing to sink into despair.
Slowly closing her eyes, she trembled and motionless, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
Unexpectedly, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his body limped on her.
...
Jin Guoer opened her eyes and looked at the dog man who had fallen asleep in disbelief.
What a fucking dog!
Han Zhihan, please die.
He got up from the ground and kicked him twice. "Even with this little alcohol content, he dares to compete with me!"
Han Zhihan groaned and frowned, but there was no sign of waking up.
That night, not only Jin Guoer, but also Feng Yuanman was sent back to the room by Ling Yaner and lying on the bed.
Not only dizzy, but also hot.
He pulled his clothes hard, Feng Yuanman found his cell phone, and the video call was connected to Song Yang.
It took about ten seconds to connect. Song Yang happened to take a shower, holding his cell phone in one hand and wiping his wet hair with the other, "I was about to call you, but I didn't expect you to call me first."
Feng Yuanman lay on the bed, holding the phone in both hands, and burying her head on the bed, so Song Yang could only see her head.
"Why don't you look up?"
Feng Yuanman raised his head, his fair face flushed, his eyes a little confused, as if he didn't know where he was?
Song Yang frowned, "Aman, are you drinking?"
"Um."
With such a frank answer, Song Yang couldn't help but itchy hands and wanted to hit her little butt, "You admit it's pretty quick."
"Xiao Yoko, I miss you." Her voice was soft and cute. If she acted coquettishly, the man's bones would be slim.
At this time, she pouted her pink mouth and kissed her directly on the screen of her phone.
“…”
Well, although this beauty is a bit fat, her plan is correct.
It is particularly useful for Song Yang.
“Why drink?”
"I'm in a good mood. I drank it with my sister-in-law and the others today. Xiao Yangzi, I bought you a gift." After that, I found the phone holder from the drawer, fixed the phone, and then got up to find the gift. I was shaking and almost tripped a few steps away.
Song Yang hurriedly shouted, "Come back and lie down, don't..." Feng Yuanman on the other end of the video tripped by the long-haired carpet under his feet, and fell to eat shit.
She covered her knees and it hurt so much. Her face was entangled and she looked so pitiful.
"Where did you fall? Aman?"
Song Yang on the other end of the phone was almost in a hurry. If she hadn't been in the Feng family now, Song Yang might have really rushed over.
Feng Yuanman climbed up from the ground and glanced blankly around. It seemed that she had forgotten the other end of the video, and muttered, "What do I want to do? Oh, by the way, take a shower, I haven't taken a shower yet?"
Song Yang was stunned. Didn’t he say he wanted to give him a gift?
Within a few seconds, Feng Yuanman took off all of himself and even looked for pajamas in the room naked.
He opened his mouth and wanted to stop her, but found that he was like a voyeur. He stared at her snow-white skin, and even his fleshy belly looked particularly cute.
His eyes wandered on her fair chest like glowing. He understood one thing for the first time.
man.
Oh……
As long as you are a woman you like, even if you are fat, you cannot control your desires.
Chapter completed!