After the car arrived at the hotel, Ye Jintang got out of the car and got out of the car with cold air on his face, and then gradually regained his senses and hugged her out of the car.

Ye Qiao was drunk and confused, he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, and he didn't know who was holding him at this time.

I've been haunted by that night in Las Vegas, what if it's a strange man who is holding her?

"Who are you?" She muttered, her slender arm instinctively hooking Ye Jintang's neck, trying hard to find a comfortable position for herself.

But in the process of being held and moved like this, there is nothing comfortable at all.

"Who do you wish for?" Ye Jintang's heart sank little by little, he liked her when she was drunk, and hated when she was drunk.

When he is drunk, he can indulge himself with his hands and feet on her, but he treats him as someone else.

"Ah Zheng......" She leaned against his chest and smiled quietly, then pursed her lips as if she was shy.

Ye Jintang strode forward, it seemed that all his enthusiasm was gradually cold, how could he forget his secret love so quickly after so many years of cautious and cautious crush.

With his intervention, probably her feelings for Ye Zheng will become more and more intense.

Ye Qiao was reluctant to let go when he was in the quilt with his square scarf, and opened a pair of beautiful eyes to stare at him, hooking his face in front of him.

Each other's breaths slowly intertwined, and Ye Jintang looked at such a beautiful and impeccable face in front of him, expressionless.

His eyebrow bones are slightly deep, and his eyes are as deep as the sea, and the whole face looks, except for thick indifference, there is some melancholy.

"Let go!"

"Don't let go, you're hitting me." She muttered mischievously, and Ye Jintang's heart, which had calmed down, began to ripple again.

And he really couldn't hold back, Ye Qiao was so unscrupulous to tease and seduce, and his big hand grabbed her restless palm that was wandering on his face, and pressed it into the sheet on the side.

The warm kiss fell, Ye Qiao seemed to have received some satisfaction, and muttered softly, Ye Jintang's heart once again swept through the displeasure, and grabbed her wrist a little harder.

"Ye Qiao, I really hate you the way you are now." He was a little annoyed in vain, she was unconscious, and all she was thinking about was Ye Zheng in her mind.

At this time, there was emotion and annoyance, Ye Qiao was drunk and confused and did not answer, and finally Ye Jintang pulled away, covered her with a quilt, and went to the bathroom in a hurry.

The water in the sprinkled flowers was so cold that when it was sprinkled, the uncontrollable emotions and desires that had just been sprinkled began to dissipate at this time, until it was exhausted, and the cold water was washed for nearly twenty minutes before he came out of the bathroom.

I don't know if she was sober enough tonight, or what's going on, she didn't even shout a word of Ah Zheng, at least when they were close to each other in bed, she didn't shout, she didn't shout, she didn't shout, and she felt even more uncomfortable, Ye Zheng was like a stone in her heart, and she was always responding to him.

When she came out again, the person on the bed had already fallen into a deep sleep, and Ye Jintang lay down beside her calmly and restrainedly, and took her body into his arms.

He had just rushed through the cold water, and when the coldness in her bones infected her, she couldn't help but shiver.

Ye Jintang raised his hand and stroked her long hair, closed his eyes, so be it, what else?

"Jojo, who am I?"

"Ye Jintang." She slept in a daze, and when she heard such a question, she muttered a reply.

Ye Jintang's heart tightened, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.