The driver's complaint, Jiang Ciyun's vomiting, and the hand holding the fried dumplings tightly painted a complete picture.

After arriving at the place, the driver threw a cigarette butt out the window, turned around and said unceremoniously: "Two hundred." ”

two hundred

The meter showed that it was only forty dollars.

The driver pointed at Jiang Ciyun: "Don't worry about the car wash, hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to do other business." ”

Never mind. There are still fewer such faces in reality?

I pulled money into my pocket and remembered that I was penniless.

"I have it in my pocket." He rubbed his temples.

I cautiously reached into his trouser pocket, and through the thin fabric, the body temperature of his drunken burn instantly touched my fingers, and my heart thumped.

After paying, I helped the drunk Jiang Ciyun get out of the taxi.

He staggered, and I barely couldn't hold him up a few times.

"Where is your home?"

He muttered something indistinctly, his fingers slashing.

It didn't take long for the security guard uncle to see Jiang Ciyun and help me help him to the door.

I was a little out of breath and counted silently in my heart.

There is really parking, right in front of the villa. There are four sports cars alone, not counting the Lou and Maybach I've seen. There's also a van, a car that's less than 100,000 yuan, and oh, heavy bikes and mountain bikes that don't seem to be cheap.

"Could it be that these are his cars," I gestured casually.

The security guard said, "Yes, it's all Mr. Jiang's." He should have seen that Jiang Ciyun was very drunk, and secretly said in my ear: "Mr. Jiang is usually very low-key, and this kind of muffled person is really rich." The relationship between the two of you is not ordinary, I have never seen Mr. Jiang bring the girl back. ”

In the end, I couldn't listen to the chatter.

Is he a madman, a car maniac, a real tyrant who keeps saying that he is poor

He squinted his eyes and said drunkly: "Tang Ying, I am reluctant to divorce."

"Jiang, Jiang Ciyun, where is the key" My voice trembled a little.

He pulled it out of his pocket, and after several times he couldn't get it out.

I simply reached in and pulled it out, and opened the door and went in.

Half of the villa is nowhere to be seen, but it is spotless, and the decoration inside is luxurious. I suddenly feel that the gap between people is sometimes bigger than that between people and dogs.

I helped Jiang Ciyun into the bedroom, he stumbled and spread out on the bed, but the bag of fried dumplings in his hand was still in his hand.

I reached out to hook the plastic bag, Jiang Ciyun's eyes suddenly opened, and he stared at it with his neck crossed.

"Lie down." I said lightly.

He looked at me for a moment, and his head fell back to the bed.

I fetched hot water to wipe his body, and even helped him change his shirt.

Jiang Ciyun said in a daze that he wanted to drink water, so I poured him a cup and shouted to him: "The water is poured, can you get up?"

He frowned deeply and didn't move.

I sat on the edge of the bed, propped up his neck, and brought the cup to his lips.

Jiang Ciyun drank most of the cup like a baby looking for milk.

I put the cup away, and suddenly his arm was scooped into my arms.

Jiang Ciyun held me and drilled into my arms, and drove up with one leg to trap me.

"You haven't sung me a birthday song yet." He said vaguely, the heat from his nose was particularly hot, and it went around my forehead one by one.

"It's not too early, I have to go back. You get a good night's sleep. I tried to push him away, but Jiang Ciyun tightened his strength instead.

"If you don't sing, you can't leave." His eyes were closed, and his lips curled in a curled manner.

"Okay, I'll sing it to you." There was really no way at all, so I could only sing with a bang.

He glanced at me in disbelief, then scolded in a gaffe, "That's ugly. He suddenly raised his hand and rubbed my head: "Next year, will you sing it to Lao Tzu next year" Vote for recommendation Previous Chapter List Next Chapter Add to bookmarks