He Jiaming felt that he was really benevolent to his sweetheart, he was a wealthy young master, and he had never even carried his own brother's high fever, sometimes he felt that he was indifferent and heartless, but in front of sweetheart, these indifferent and heartless but did not count.

The sweetheart hummed on his back, and He Jiaming frowned and emphasized: "Hey, don't spit on me for a while, say it when you want to vomit!"

It was so scary that he had to keep an eye on his sweetheart's reaction, and if he felt something was wrong, he would immediately put her down and throw her by the edge of the tree pit so that she could irrigate the trees as she pleased.

The sweetheart is getting colder and colder, but He Jiaming is sweating profusely, he simply doesn't even wear a coat, and wraps the sweetheart into a big dumpling.

"How far is it......" Sweetheart asked in a daze.

"It's almost there. He Jiaming comforted perfunctorily.

"Why don't we sing a song?" Sweetheart is about to go drunk.

"Shut up. He Jiaming reproached her fiercely.

It's so fierce...... Sweetheart couldn't help but wonder in her heart who this bastard was, anyway, no matter who it was, it would definitely not be Qinglang, anyway, Qinglang would never be so fierce to himself.

He Jiaming sweated and carried his sweetheart to a five-star hotel under his name, and the lobby manager was so shocked that he stood up.

"Why don't you ......?" the manager hesitated.

"Prepare a sobering drink. He Jiaming advised.

"Where is this?" Sweetheart asked, snorting.

"Hotel, don't you want to stay in a hotel? He Jiaming was speechless, this god has a memory.

But anyone like He Jiaming and Situ Qinglang who grew up with a golden spoon in their mouths always has a little innate cleanliness in their bones, Situ Qinglang is not very picky about the environment because he is a soldier, and it is not difficult to occasionally throw the task into the wilderness and make do with the leaves for a few nights.

He Jiaming is different, in every five-star hotel in several cities where he often travels on business, there is an exclusive presidential suite for him, which is never open to the public, and only he can stay in it.

That's why he's traveled thousands of miles to carry his sweetheart to his own turf - damn it, carrying this girl on his back might be heavier than carrying a dog.

Finally got into the elevator, He Jiaming put the sweetheart down, and the sweetheart half-leaned in the elevator, staring at He Jiaming blankly.

"Stupid?" He Jiaming shook his fingers in front of her.

"Ahh

She raised her hand and slapped He Jiaming's handsome face, and He Jiaming's face immediately darkened: "Mosquito, your sister, do you want to die in the winter?"

Sweetheart pursed her lips and curled up in a small ball in the elevator: "I really saw it......"

"See your sister!"

"I don't have a sister. Sweetheart emphasized aggrievedly, "I'm an orphan." ”

"......" He Jiaming's heart suddenly tightened, and he couldn't speak, forget it, he can't be as brain-dead, otherwise he will become brain-dead.

"Do you have a sister?" Sweetheart asked curiously, her eyes wide again.

"I don't, I have a younger brother. He Jiaming replied angrily.

"Ahh

"How can you be shameless with your younger brother?" He Jiaming was confused.

"I don't have a brother, why are you saying in front of me that you have a brother? Are you showing off?"

"What does a younger brother have to show off?" He Jiaming wondered.

"You have a brother, but I have breasts!" said Sweetheart!

Groove, this is really stunned, He Jiaming hurriedly pulled down his sweetheart's clothes, what is this, this little girl usually looks like a gentleman, why is her head full of yellow thoughts? It's just scary.

"I'm a little hot. Sweetheart looked at him with a wink.

"When it's hot, I'll take a cold shower. He Jiaming comforted perfunctorily.

"That's going to be cold!"

"Then you use warm water, shut up, don't speak, and if you talk again, I'll put a seal on your mouth. He Jiaming threatened fiercely.

Although the sweetheart speaks in a good voice, but when she is drunk, she is really not suitable for chirping and chirping all the time, but the more she drinks, the more she chatters, and it is not good to say something useful?

When the elevator reached the top floor, He Jiaming bent down and hugged Sweetheart, who put his hands around his neck and smiled shyly: "Hello, Prince." ”

"......" He Jiaming was cheap again, and he was directly hard.

This little goblin is too abrasive to stand it.

He swiped his fingerprints as fast as he could to enter the room, quickly threw his sweetheart on the sofa, and gasped for breath.

Then he changed his clothes, filled the bathtub with water, and the hotel room service brought the mixed decanting tea, which he drank with his sweetheart.

Sweetheart has basically softened into a puddle of mud, this alcohol stamina is frankly still a little, she drank most of the bottle by herself one after another, and she may not recognize her six relatives at this moment.

"Sweetheart, go take a shower. He Jiaming commanded.

"Don't wash, sleepy!" Sweetheart howled.

He Jiaming covered his ears and shouted: "I can't sleep without taking a bath, it's too dirty!"

Sweetheart had no choice but to pout aggrievedly, get up from the sofa, be led by He Jiaming like a puppy, and staggered into the bathroom.

Although He Jiaming wanted to eat tofu very much at this time, but if it was cool, it might be gone tonight, although he also drank wine, this reason can still be understood.

The sweetheart entered the bathroom, He Jiaming closed the door, and went into the shower in the bedroom to take a bath.

The warm water swims along his texture, from the chest muscles to the abdominal muscles, and finally along the mermaid line across the groin, it is really sexy, He Jiaming looked at his face, and always felt that he was 20 times more handsome than Situ Qinglang, I really don't know why that girl stuck to Situ Qinglang, it was a hell of a life.

He couldn't think too much, and he had to be hard after thinking for a while, so he had to hurriedly wash up and put on a bathrobe and come out, while wiping his hair, he ordered someone to replace the new sofa cover, sat on the sofa and watched a movie, and waited for Shimizu Furong's sweetheart to come out by the way.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

The bathroom was silent, as if he was the only one living here tonight.

He Jiaming looked at it in wonder and thought, "It's just a shower, it takes so long?"

Forty minutes later, He Jiaming couldn't bear it anymore, he stepped forward and knocked on Sweetheart's door: "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

No one answered, He Jiaming was stunned, and suddenly thought of a possibility-, should he slide into the bathtub and drown? !

He banged on the door vigorously, but the sweetheart inside didn't move at all, He Jiaming's face turned pale with fright, so he simply kicked the door open and broke in by himself.

Sweetheart's whole face was buried under the bathtub, kneeling on the edge of the bathtub, looking unconscious for a long time.

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