“…… Wine...... Where is the wine...... I'm not drunk... I want to pay respect...... You have a ......"

Yi Ruofei moved unconsciously in Liu Buli's arms. Liu Buli hugged her soft and slender but somewhat stubborn body, and walked directly to the guest room closest to his bedroom on the second floor.

Opening the door, Liu Buli carried her to the side of the double bed, bent down, and laid her flat on the bed.

"I can't see your thin body, and your strength is not small!"

Liu Buli stood up straight and breathed slightly. When his eyes moved down, he saw that Yi Ruofei, who was lying flat on the bed, was a little messy with a straight neck knee-length skirt at this time. A fair-skinned slender neck with a seductive collarbone. Under the light and skin-friendly fabric, the firm and proud twin peaks rise and fall. The skirt has been moved to the waist, and under the light black stockings, Irofi's black/bottoms/pants are faintly visible......

Liu Buli for a while/dry/hot. And the feeling of swelling and pain in the lower body is also increasing with the times. Liu Buli looked at the thing that gradually erected his lower body. Suddenly embarrassed.

"Damn it!" Liu Buli cursed fiercely, pulled the quilt over and covered her.

Liu Buli was about to turn around and leave, but Yi Ruofei on the bed grabbed his trousers.

"Come on...... I'm going to toast you again...... I ......"

Liu Buli turned his head to look at the hand that grabbed his trouser tube, and following her hand, he saw that Yi Ruofei on the bed had tilted up, smiling at him drunkenly.

"Are you testing my self-control?" Liu Buli looked very uncomfortable. "If you don't let it go, wait a minute, don't blame me for what I did to you!"

I saw that Yi Ruofei's hand was clenched tighter, and her crimson lips pursed slightly, as if she was still unsatisfied with the red wine just now.

The air is full of / lust / lust/. Liu Buli's / sex / desire / that has been suppressed for many years explodes at this time. I saw him hug Yi Ruofei and couldn't help but kiss her pursed lips.

The nose is full of wine. Her lips were warm and damp, and his lips were dry. He kissed her, breathing hot and frenzied. Between the grinding of his lips, his hand moved to her plump/full/round/moist/double/peak/. His breath was getting hotter and hotter, and there was a low ** in his throat. Just as her fingers moved to the zipper of her skirt, a doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

Liu Buli suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly left her lips, and got up from the bed. He gasped and fled out of the room.

"Director Chen?" Opening the hollow iron door, Liu Buli gasped slightly embarrassed, his expression was still in confusion. "So late...... No...... How do you know I'm home? Do you have anything to do with me? ”

"Mr. Liu." Director Chen looked at Liu Buli's flushed face, and pushed the door in with a stern expression. "This is not the place to talk."

Liu Buli was surprised, but he didn't have any doubts. He closed the iron door and followed Chief Chen into the living room.

"Mr. Liu." Mr. Chen sat down on the sofa in the living room. "Did you bring Itsuke home?"

Liu Buli nodded in surprise. "How do you know?"

"Just now I received a call from Qingyan, saying that she received an anonymous text message saying that you are taking Itsuke back to her residence for the night. She believed it, cried very sadly on the phone, and kept asking me about you and Itsuke. I had no choice but to promise her to come and pick her up. But I didn't expect to be outside the door just now, I saw someone sneakily holding a camera at your residence, and if I'm not mistaken, you've been stalked by the paparazzi. ”

"You mean...... Paparazzi outside the door? Liu Buli frowned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked outside, closed the curtains, walked back to the sofa, picked up the jacket on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and saw that the mobile phone screen was full of missed calls.

"Itsuke is in the guest room on the second floor, please take her back." Liu Buli said, pressed Lin Qingyan's phone number and called.

The next morning, several newspapers and websites reported the news that Liu Buli, the heir of the World Tour Group, had returned to his residence with a new special assistant. Because the angle of the photo is extremely ambiguous/ambiguous, it has become a news story told by looking at pictures.

"Hey, Elofi, where did you sleep last night?"

Early in the morning, when Yi Ruofei was still sleeping, a phone call from Yun Mu came.

"What...... Where are you sleeping? Figuring for the phone next to the pillow, Yi Ruofei closed her eyes and replied weakly: "Of course I am in bed." ”

"In bed? Whose bed? Is it Mr. Liu's bed? The newspaper in my hand said that Mr. Liu took you to his residence last night to spend **......" In Yun Mu's high-decibel questioning, Yi Ruofei opened her eyes in horror.

"Liu-? Mr. Liu? She snapped out of bed in shock, dizziness in her head and a dull nausea in her stomach from her hangover. Irofei frowned and looked into the unfamiliar room, only to feel that her mind was blank.

"I don't know where this is, but ...... I can be sure that this is not Mr. Liu's room. She quickly examined her whole body, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a note on the bedside table.

"Wait, I saw someone left a note."

She picked up the note and read into the handwriting:

"Ruofei, you are drunk, I booked you a hotel room, and the money has been paid. If you still feel unwell when you wake up, you can call back to the company to ask for leave. -- Chen's long character. ”

"These turtle bastards, if they are not fucking things, they will make up nonsense." Yun Mu couldn't help but swear words. "I'm relieved if you're okay, call me when you go back to the company."

Yi Ruofei hung up the phone, endured the dizziness coming from her head, she made a call and went back to the company to ask for half a day off. Then, she left the hotel and drove back to the apartment where Song Youcheng had been borrowed.

Changing out of the short skirt that smelled of alcohol, Irofei just wanted to take a good shower. Grab the towel and walk to the bathroom. Suddenly I thought of the sunken jacuzzi bathtub in the master bathroom, so I walked naked/naked/naked to the master bedroom.

Lying in the large sunken bathtub and turning on the stereo, Irofi immersed herself comfortably in the warm water of the jacuzzi.

Countless negative ion bubbles massaged her skin underneath her, and soft surround sound music sounded in her ears. After living here for so many days, it was the first time that Irofi had borrowed the bathroom in the master bedroom. If it weren't for the soreness and weakness of her whole body after drinking, she thought that even if she stayed until she left, she would not know how comfortable this bathroom was.

Relaxed physically and mentally, Irofi was about to fall asleep before she knew it. It wasn't until she vaguely heard Song Youcheng's voice coming from outside that Yi Ruofei jumped up from the bathtub in a panic.

Can this cloth cover the body?

In front of the mirror of the washbasin, Irofei picked up the bath towel, which was only slightly larger than the face towel, and hung her head.