In society, my sister Po, is ruthless when she should be ruthless, and her mouth is sweeter at other times.

The girls in the Red Sleeve Pavilion were also tired of seeing big men for a long time, and when they saw that Zhao Po was good-looking and could talk, they all gathered around.

Zhao Po hugged left and right, so unhappy.

Instead, the two men sitting on the side were left out in the cold.

Song Jue took out a book out of nowhere and looked at it leisurely, whether he looked up to confirm whether Zhao Po, who was poured wine, was still sober.

Bai Li Ye sat on the side, glaring at Zhao Po and Song Jue angrily.

However, both of them ignored him.

Fortunately, after a while, a girl finally came to him, and Bai Liye felt a little more comfortable.

Of course, there were also many girls who came to find Song Jue, Song Jue pointed to Zhao Po and said, "That is my lady." ", and successfully dispersed the peach blossoms.

Seeing that there were more and more women around Zhao Po, and a lot of wine was poured in, Song Jue couldn't sit still.

I saw that Zhao Po was burying his head in Honglian's chest, and he didn't know what to say.

Song Jue walked to Zhao Po's side, left a large handful of broken silver, picked Zhao Po up horizontally, and walked out.

The girls shouted in disappointment: "Miss Zhao will come back next time!" ”

The drunken Zhao Po obviously didn't like this kind of hugging, she put her head against Song Jue's chest, grabbed his clothes with both hands and tried to support her body.

Song Jue simply lifted Zhao Po's back, and the hugging method changed from a princess to a baby hug.

At this time, from Zhao Po's point of view, looking down from above, except for the gray street bricks, it was a thing wearing a white robe that was clearly dangling and twisting.

Zhao Po laughed out loud in Song Jue's ear, and praised sincerely: "Your fart/stock is so warpy." ”

"Thank you, ma'am."

Hearing a voice next to him, Zhao Po subconsciously turned his head, and then involuntarily screamed: "Wow, pig ears!" ”

Since crossing here, Zhao Po has never eaten this delicacy again.

She opened her mouth wide to get over.

After a few bites, he noticed that the pig's ears tasted wrong, so he looked away in disappointment.

"Wow, this son, you look so good, like a big steamed bun. Not...... Big steamed bun ......"

Zhao Po bit it again, and then moved his mouth away very angrily, saying, "Black-hearted merchant!" Steamed buns are so hard! ”

Then, Zhao Po began to look for the next target......

When Song Jue appeared in front of Wei Feng with the restless Zhao Po in his arms, Wei Feng, who was guarding the carriage, was shocked.

Although Miss Zhao is not usually very serious, her drunken appearance is really too ......

Song Jue carried Zhao Po into the car and put her lightly on the plush blanket.

He was about to turn around, but Zhao Po grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Zhao Pomei's eyes were like silk, Chu Chu looked at Song Jue pitifully and said, "Don't go." ”

Song Jue looked at Zhao Po's pitiful appearance, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by someone.

He stroked Zhao Po's head distressedly and said softly, "I'm not leaving." ”

Zhao Po arched the blanket, buried his face in Song Jue's warm arms, and said angrily: "Will you hate me in the future?" ”

Song Jue smiled: "At present, it seems that there is no such possibility." ”

Zhao Po suddenly burst into tears: "Are you lying to me?" You men are always liaring! You just think I'm good-looking and smart and can help you make money, don't you? ”

"It's true that you'll make money if you're beautiful, and it's true that I like you."

"Will you abandon me when you have money in the future?"

"What a fool's errand, I have money now."

Zhao Po was stunned for a moment, and his mind was confused, and he felt that what Song Jue said seemed to make sense.

Zhao Po opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and looked at Song Jue with blinking eyes.

Song Jue's heart softened, and he was about to lean over, when he suddenly heard a "vomit", and a foul smell came from the random car.

Zhao Po vomited.

Song Jue couldn't smile bitterly, and while moving Zhao Po away from the vomit, he urged Wei Feng to hurry up the horse.

Following.

Zhao Po woke up with a splitting headache and found himself in an unfamiliar room.

She immediately lifted the quilt and found that her clothes had changed.

Zhao Po tilted his confused head and tried to start thinking.

She should be at Song Jue's house now.

Who changed the clothes?

There are a lot of maids in the Song family, but will Song Jue let them change their clothes?

Zhao Po shook his head slowly.

Song Jue usually looks gentle and elegant, but he is actually a black-bellied person in his bones.

I am good-looking, and when I get drunk, I must be a first-class sultry and charming.

Song Jue has a bad stomach, and it is not impossible for the beast/sex to be big.

Zhao Po and her boyfriend have done everything they should have done in their previous life, and they are not so shy about this matter.

And now Song Jue is his fiancé, and he is about to get married in a few days, and cooking in advance is not a big deal.

But my drunken brain is not refreshing, will it affect my performance?

Zhao Po frowned, pursing his lips and thinking about whether his skills were good enough to be flawless even if he hung the automatic transmission.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open.

Song Jue greeted the warmth of the winter morning and walked slowly.

Zhao Po immediately sat up and asked, "Song Jue, was I good last night?" ”

Song Jue nodded sincerely: "It's powerful." ”

Zhao Po was shy and proud at the same time, and raised his noble head: "Is this your first time?" ”

Song Jue nodded again: "Unprecedented." ”

Zhao Po smacked his lips happily: "Remember to dress me afterwards, you are really caring." ”

"After the fact?" Song Jue smiled, "What's the matter?" ”

"That's it...... That's the thing. ”

"Madame, do you mean, vomiting all over the ground in my carriage?"

"Huh?" Zhao Po was stunned.

After spitting on the ground, Song Jue can still get out of his mouth, and this psychological quality is too strong.

Uh, no...... Something seems wrong......

"My clothes, did the maid change them for me?"

"Madame, if you want, I can personally help you change it back."

Zhao Po laughed dryly: "Hehe, don't bother, don't bother." ”

Song Jue looked at Zhao Po's confused expression, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Madame doesn't remember anything about last night?" ”

Zhao Po shook his head frantically.

Song Jue sat on the edge of the bed and asked with a smile, "I don't remember what Madame called me yesterday?" ”

"Poof......

A young man?!

What is the name of the drunk self?

Zhao Po subconsciously glanced down at Song Jue's buttocks.

Well...... It seems to be quite warped......

Sensing Zhao Po's gaze, Song Jue patted her head helplessly: "Aren't you ashamed?" ”

Zhao Po grinned and said, "There are still a few days to get married, what is there to be ashamed of." ”

When it came to marriage, Song Jue's eyes were a lot softer.

He stared into Zhao Po's eyes and asked softly, "Are you really willing to marry me?" ”

Zhao Po gasped, frowned and asked, "Listening to you, can I add some more money?" ”

Song Jue chuckled: "Yes." Sunrise Pavilion was originally intended to be a dowry for you, and you can choose one of the rest of the stores. ”

Zhao Po thought for a while: "Can I ask for the deed of sale of the Red Sleeve Pavilion and Gan Junliu?" ”

"Yes, but you're going to marry me, and you need so many girls, is it appropriate?"

Zhao Po put his hands on Song Jue's shoulders, leaned his head closer and replied: "I got more than a dozen girls, but you only got one, do you think it's a loss?" ”

Song Jue kissed Zhao Po's forehead: "No loss." ”

Zhao Po smiled slyly: "You have a bad stomach, how can you only dare to kiss my forehead?" ”