It wasn't until the afternoon that Dong Wuyan was so tired that he couldn't walk, and his hands were full of large and small packages, that the two took a taxi back to the hotel.

When he returned to the hotel, Yan Minghua hadn't come back yet, but Dong Wuyan suddenly became silent and locked himself in the room directly.

Looking at the closed door, and then at the couple T-shirt on his body, Yan Murong had a helpless wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"When did you become so sentimental?" Yan Murong sat on the sofa and thought about the T-shirt on his body.

But if you think about it carefully, he has never experienced the madness of most of the day.

married Su Qingwu completely because of the family's arrangement. Being with Teng Xiangling is more like signing a contract - only with Dong Wuyan today can Yan Murong find the feeling of first love.

"You won't wear this dress again, will you?" Yan Murong muttered to himself and shook his head again. "I guess I won't wear it again."

When it was time for dinner, Dong Wuyan didn't come out of the bedroom, and Yan Murong didn't call her. He knew that this woman's mood was probably not very good now, so it was better to let her stay quietly for the night.

Sitting on the sofa watching a TV program that he couldn't understand and couldn't understand, just when Yan Murong was about to fall asleep, the door of the room made a soft sound, and Yan Murong bounced up from the sofa like a conditioned reflex, and looked at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Sister-in-law, have you been drinking?" Asking about the strong smell of wine on Yan Minghua's body, Yan Murong frowned and said with a reproachful expression. "It's okay to go and inspect and come back so late, why do you still drink so much?"

"Are you worried about me?" Yan Minghua leaned on Yan Murong drunkenly, her charming face was covered with drunken ruddy, and she whispered in Yan Murong's ear with a sigh of relief, the heat penetrated into Yan Murong's ear, making it ticklish.

"Don't worry about who you're worried about?" Yan Murong said complainingly. "It's quite a big person, why don't you have any sense of safety at all? This is not in Yanjing, who knows if there are many hooligans here. ”

"You're just worried about me." Yan Minghua kicked his two little feet, and two high-heeled shoes flew in the living room, one flew to the sofa, and the other flew to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Yes, I'm worried about you." Yan Murong said patiently, for people who drink high, you have to be patient, otherwise if you meet someone who is not good at drinking, if you deny him, he will be able to talk to you patiently for a night.

Although she had never seen Yan Minghua drink too much, Yan Murong knew that it was obvious that she belonged to the kind of person who was usually crazy and even more crazy after drinking too much.

"What are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried you've been insulted by hooligans."

"You're a rascal."

“――”

Yan Murong suddenly realized that he shouldn't follow this woman's words - women are unreasonable, and drunk women are even more unreasonable.

"Say, you're a scoundrel." Yan Minghua's whole body was hung on Yan Murong, his eyes were confused, and he looked at Yan Murong and wanted him to confess.

"I'm not." Yan Murong said depressedly.

"Why aren't you holding me?" Yan Minghua did not relent. "You've touched my breasts."

“――”

Yan Murong was about to cry when she was wronged, who was holding you? Who wants to hold you anymore? Are you hanging yourself like a koala?

"To say or not to say?"

"Say what?"

"Say you're a hooligan."

"I'm not." Yan Murong was furious, and threw her directly on the sofa in Yan Minghua's exclamation, but fortunately, the sofa in this presidential suite was wide, big and soft, and this fall did not hurt Yan Minghua in any way.

"You're bullying me." Yan Minghua sat up from the sofa and pursed her lips to look like a little girl.

"Why did I bully you?" Yan Murong looked depressed. "Sister-in-law, don't make a fuss, get up and wash your face, and then go into the house to sleep."

"If I don't go, I won't go." Yan Minghua shook his head vigorously and rolled around on the sofa, the knee-length skirt was quickly rolled up to his thighs, and the two plump and slender thighs were exposed to the air, perhaps because of the alcohol, the fair skin was dyed with a layer of moving pink.

"It's not a thigh, it's not a thigh."

Yan Murong silently recited a few words of heart-clearing mantra in his heart, and then took his eyes off Yan Minghua.

"Sister-in-law, I'm begging you, let's not make a fuss?" Yan Murong pleaded with a bitter face.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Yan Minghua said angrily. I just don't want to sleep. ”

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to sleep."

“――”

Yan Murong couldn't wait to strangle this woman, took two deep breaths, and silently recited two sentences that impulse is the devil, which suppressed the idea of crime in his heart.

"Then go to sleep."

"No, no." Yan Minghua pouted. "Unless—unless you promise me one thing."

"Say, the stars or the moon." Yan Murong waved his hand and said without hesitation.

"Don't, neither." Yan Minghua shook his head.

"And what do you want?"

"I want you—kiss me."

"Okay." Yan Murong didn't think about it, he leaned his face over, and Yan Minghua suddenly closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and looked expectant.

What do you mean by that? The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Yan Minghua waited and waited, he didn't feel anything on his lips, he felt a numbness in his neck, and then he fell on the sofa, and after a while, there was an even breathing sound.

"Damn, it's okay to drink so long." Yan Murong withdrew the hand on Yan Minghua's neck and muttered complainingly. picked up Yan Minghua from the sofa and sent her into the bedroom, and after covering her with the quilt, he returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and rubbed his tortured and aching head.

Yan Murong is not too worried about Yan Minghua drinking so much wine, unless Mitsui Toshiaki does not want to cooperate, otherwise Yan Minghua will definitely not have an accident. It's just that he is afraid that Yan Minghua, who is drunk, will be fooled by Mitsui Toshiaki and sign some kind of confused contract.

Shaking his head, Yan Murong grabbed the mobile phone on the coffee table, pressed it a few times and dialed it out. It took a while for the phone to be connected, but no sound came from inside.

"I know it's inconvenient for you to speak." Yan Murong said. "Two things, first, get the things done to you in the morning as soon as possible, and second, help me spread the word about Mitsui and his Laozi's condition, and it's best to let all the influential people in the island country know about it."

"Drop!"

There was a soft sound of buttons on the phone, followed by a string of busy tones.

Putting down the phone, Yan Murong stood up from the sofa, and the corners of his mouth hung a beautiful arc.