He also fell asleep, breathing smoothly, and had not woken up yet.

On the small table, there were wine, dried fruits and desserts, most of which were not moved.

The ice cubes in the ice bucket had long melted, and there was still a lot of green plum wine left, so they were soaked in soup.

Luo Huan remembered the part of drinking, and looked at the Qingmei wine that was so refreshing but not full of tears. He felt a secretly regretful.

Why are you drunk? You waste these fine wines?

As soon as she moved, Hei Jieming woke up.

"How are you sleeping?" He glanced at her with a sleepy black eyes.

Luo Huan felt a burning heat on his face, "I didn't do anything strange last night, did I?"

Because she always had a difficult time after drinking, she had no confidence in herself.

"Your dance is still so good." Hei Jieming held her waist and lazily praised her.

The dance part is the same as before, and I have no memory at all.

Luo Huan covered her head, "BOSS, why do you always like to watch me dance after getting drunk?"

Hei Jieming hugged her with one hand, freed up his other hand, imitated her appearance, and covered his forehead, "Wife, why do you always want to drink so dizzy that you are willing to dance for me?"

"BOSS, you never asked me to dance." Luo Huan tried hard to defend.

"Wife, if you don't ask for such an interesting thing, are you not satisfied if you don't ask for it?" Hei Jieming said with great sincerity.

Comparing eloquence, Luo Huan may not be willing to lose to Hei Jieming.

But if the attribute of "shamelessness" is added, Luo Huan will undoubtedly lose.

Luo Huan simply buried his face in his hard chest and said nothing.

Hei Jieming sighed while rubbing her hair, "Huanhuan, your alcohol tolerance is really a problem. No matter what kind of wine you are, you will be drunk for three cups. How can you relieve me in the future? Let you go out alone."

"Then I won't go out. Anyway, the cocktail party is just like that. A group of ill-intentioned women jumped out to steal my husband, and there was nothing to attend." After this time, Luo Huan completely lost interest in "banquet" and other things.

Dance = Love rivals

The funny thing is that, strictly speaking, it is not even considered a rival to love.

It can only be said to be a farce.

After watching a boring scene, I found it very boring.

Luo Huan felt annoyed, raised his hand, touched Hei Jieming's cheek with a little emotion, without saying anything, but he had already expressed his mood very clearly.

BOSS, BOSS, what are you so easy to do?

How many women have broken their hearts.

How many women are crazy for you.

As your wife, Alexander!

Lord BOSS silently handed over the saber that never left his body, and pressed Luo Huan's shoulder with the back of the knife, expressing his mood very clearly.

Dear, if you are really worried, just scratch the face twice. When you become a scar man, you won’t be in such trouble. Let’s go one after another.

Luo Huan was so amused that he took the knife and threw it aside, "What are you doing?"

"Do what you want to do, but don't be worried, I will feel distressed." The boss looked at the knife with a meaningful meaning, and emphasized it as if it was true or false, "Men, don't live by their faces."

"Please, the attractiveness of you is not just your face." Luo Huan supported his arms and wanted to sit up straight.

How could Mr. BOSS let her go?

How rare is it that I heard Luo Huan formally praise him, BOSS's heart, from the inside out, obedient, and every pore is comfortable.

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Chapter completed!