Fang Xinhui and Director Zhang Hua were talking happily, and suddenly found that people on the dance floor were applauding and celebrating, and they were suddenly curious, so they got up and walked over to watch.

Since the woman took the initiative to find Zhang Zihua, she naturally understood his situation clearly, and she naturally would not ignore the feeling of being like a thorn in the back, and then smiled: "Mr. Zhang is really bold enough, aren't you afraid that someone will be jealous?"

As if deliberately provocative, the woman's body took the initiative to fall to Zhang Zihua's body, Zhang Zihua reacted sensitively, and took the woman into his arms.

"You're right, I seem to have done something wrong, I'm sorry. ”

Zhang Zihua helped the woman up, and left directly, leaving the woman to stand on the dance floor alone, dazed and at a loss.

The woman couldn't understand whether she had made a mistake and provoked Zhang Zihua, or because of something else, her blank gaze fell on Fang Xinhui's body, but she found that she was looking at herself angrily.

But after leaving the dance floor, Zhang Zihua's performance was quite frustrated, sitting in front of the bar and drinking glass after glass, he seemed to be quite depressed, and he wanted to get himself drunk, and someone had the heart to come over to talk, but he was rejected by his indifference, and he kept his consciousness unconscious, so he reluctantly left with Jiang Lin's support.

Zhang Zihua didn't go far, and was directly sent upstairs by Jiang Lin to the hotel and opened a room for him to rest.

"Put him here and you can go. ”

Jiang Lin helped Zhang Zihua take off his shoes and cover the quilt, and after making sure that he was fine, he also left, in the quiet room, only Zhang Zihua's even breathing sound was left, but his slightly frowning brows were revealed, and his sleep at this time was not stable.

Time passed little by little, and I don't know how much time passed, a waiter's figure suddenly appeared in the quiet corridor, the waiter's back was a little thin, tall, and a pair of long legs were quite eye-catching, if you look closely, you will find that it is actually more like a woman's back.

The waiter looked nervous, and walked quickly to the end of the corridor, but stopped at the door of Zhang Zihua's room, she looked left and right in a little panic, and after making sure that there was no one around, she took out a room card from her pocket and opened the door easily.

The light in the room was relatively dim, but with the help of the dim light, the waiter still saw the man lying on the bed at a glance, she put her steps very lightly, tiptoed carefully to the bedside, and saw the face of the charming beings with the help of the light, this person is undoubtedly this person.

The waiter slowly leaned to the head of the bed, looked at the face condescendingly for a long time, just when she was just about to make a move, Zhang Zihua, who was sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes, startled the waiter, and was about to turn around and flee, but was grabbed by Zhang Zihua and fell directly on the bed.

Before the waiter had time to struggle, Zhang Zihua turned over and pressed the waiter under him, and asked coldly: "Who are you, what are you doing in my room!"

The waiter was quite stubborn, struggling desperately without saying a word, as if he wanted to break the net, Zhang Zihua's strength was not comparable to ordinary people, and after a while, the waiter was weak and panting, Rao was suppressed by Zhang Zihua, but he still refused to say a word.

"You have hard bones, I want to see who you are!" Zhang Zihua raised his hand and turned on the bedside lamp, but the waiter hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands because he couldn't stand the bright light for a while.

"Who are you!" Since they had already suppressed the other party, Zhang Zihua did not embarrass himself, although he was still riding on the waiter's body, he had already let go of the waiter's hands and did not embarrass him.

But no matter how Zhang Zihua asked, the waiter just didn't say a word, and after asking too much, the waiter actually covered his face and cried, which made Zhang Zihua even more puzzled.

"You bully me......" The waiter was really a woman, and her voice full of grievances was as if she had really been wronged.

Zhang Zihua laughed helplessly, "You broke into my room without permission, and said that I bullied you?"

"It's you who bullied me, it's you who bullied me, it's you!" The waiter's swearing tone really made Zhang Zihua helpless.

"Okay, okay, I'll bully you, okay, I, Zhang Zihua, have never embarrassed women, and I don't have to worry about you, but let's make it clear first, what do you want to do in my room?"

From beginning to end, this waiter has been covering her face and not letting herself see her true face, if she is let go like this, Zhang Zihua will never allow it.

At least what this woman looks like, Zhang Zihua must remember.

But when asked this question, the woman was silent, the more silent the woman was, the more curious Zhang Zihua became, and simply said directly: "If you don't speak, I'm going to come hard." ”

The woman still refused to let go, and she didn't bother to take care of Zhang Zihua, it seemed that she had a clear posture, but she refused to recruit anything.

Zhang Zihua's patience was limited, he grabbed the woman's hands covering her face, leaned over and began to kiss wildly, the woman didn't expect him to do this, she didn't even have time to exclaim, only the struggle sound of 'woo' remained.

Zhang Zihua's kiss was fanatical and passionate, coupled with the smell of the woman's body seemed to have an indescribable charm for him, which easily aroused all his lust, and within a moment, Zhang Zihua felt that his body reacted, which was absolutely impossible before.

raised her head in disbelief, the woman quickly covered her face, still refusing to let Zhang Zihua look at herself.

It's no longer a joke, things have developed into an irreversible situation, and Zhang Zihua must figure out who this woman is.

"Take your hand away, I want to see your face. Zhang Zihua's voice did not tease and play, but became extremely indifferent.

The woman was silent, but her exposed lips were already red and swollen from kissing, and they looked like roses ravaged by a storm, delicate and pitiful.

The woman didn't cooperate, Zhang Zihua didn't bother to say much, and took the woman's hand away, when the face was exposed to Zhang Zihua's sight, all the conjectures were confirmed at this moment, and it was really her.

Zhang Zihua couldn't tell what kind of mentality he was in now, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to get angry, and he wanted to scold, but he found that he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth, and there was a feeling in his heart that he had no intention of parrying.