Orlando was molested by the drunkard, with depression on his face, frowned and grabbed her hand, and was about to teach her a lesson, when he saw the drunkard jump up and hang on top of him.

"Little beauty, I don't allow you to like men, wow......"

“？” Orlando was stunned for a second, what man?

"Get off me!" Orlando pulled the drunk off his body with a black face.

"Don't!" Yan Feifei hugged him tighter, but he didn't let go.

Orlando exhaled heavily, and was about to pull the person off his body with a strong force, when Yan Feifei's mouth suddenly attacked him and kissed his red lips.

"Hey, hey, hey! Finally kissed your little beauty, do you want to follow the old man tonight? ”

"How dare you kiss me!" , his face became serious, and he was about to teach this bold drunkard a lesson, teaching her the correct way to seduce him, when the person on his body suddenly jumped off him.

Yan Feifei ran a few steps, turned his head abruptly, and smiled wickedly at the corners of his mouth.

"Come on! Come after me! Catch up with me, and I'll give you hehehehe......"

After saying that, he ran away quickly, his steps like arrows.

Orlando sighed deeply and took a step to see what else the little drunk could toss.

When he came to the living room, he saw an old man and a young man, one stepping on the coffee table, twisting his body wildly, and the other took a guitar from nowhere, playing the magic music frantically, singing: Give my love back, if you don't return it, I will kill you.

And his grandmother, with both hands pinching the long paper towels pulled from the rolling paper, danced wildly, and had a small garbage can on her head.

It was just a blink of an eye, Yan Feifei didn't know where to get the tie, tied the water cup around her waist, and thumped as she writhed.

On the floor of the living room, there are rolls of paper everywhere, forming a sea of paper.

"Feifei, pick up the pace and follow my rhythm."

"Okay! Grandmother! Saying that, Yan Feifei played the melody frantically, and the melody was even more difficult to hear.

He believed that Yan Feifei must not have known that the song that played out of her hand after she was drunk was so ugly.

Orlando silently took out his mobile phone and recorded the footage of this group of demons, which will surely have countless benefits in the future.

"Yikes! Feifei, let's fly a kite! ”

Grandma Lu jumped down from the coffee table, obviously seventy years old, and her vigorous posture was like that of a twenty-year-old girl.

"Okay!" As soon as Yan Feifei responded, he put down the guitar and rushed out with Grandma Lu.

Orlando looked at Steward Qi who was smiling crookedly, and the moment Steward Qi was looked at by Orlando, the smile on his face retracted, and he didn't dare to laugh again.

"Take the old lady to rest."

"Yes!"

Orlando himself went to catch the drunkard, and when he came out, he saw two drunks, one clapping his hands and cheering, and the other raising his hand and pulling the non-existent thread.

"Grandma is amazing! Fly so high! ”

Fly so high? Can you see it in the middle of the night? Not to mention that there is no such thing as a kite.

Orlando covered his head with a headache, walked over and put Yan Feifei on his shoulder, and walked towards the house.

Steward Qi, who chased him out, saw that his young master Sun actually carried Miss Yan into the house, and his eyes almost popped out.

Oh, my God! Is this his family's domineering and ruthless Young Master Sun?