Ling Ge only felt that his body was vacated as if he had fallen into the clouds, and there was a familiar breath in the clouds, wrapped in a faint aroma of tobacco and sunken wood, and he only felt very cordial, and couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and forget to sniff deeply.

  Meng Xingjiang paused for a moment, and found that the person in his arms was approaching his embrace, frowning inexplicably, and then his hugging hands tightened.

  Holding Ling Ge all the way to the car, he carefully opened the co-pilot's door and put her in the car, while Ling Ge's little hand was not honest for a moment, boldly caressing Meng Xingjiang's cheek, like stroking a statue.

  "Why do you always keep a straight face?" The tone of wine putty is inexplicably a little cute, and the half-exposed dimples seem to be filled with honey.

  Ling Ge still had a heartless smile on her face, Meng Xingjiang finally helped her put on her seat belt, but her hands hung on the back of Meng Xingjiang's neck and refused to let go, as if she had been tied a button.

  "Answer me!" The corners of his mouth curled up as if he was pretending to be angry.

  "Let go." Meng Xingjiang's eyebrows were not raised, and his eyes lowered and swept over Ling Ge's red cheeks.

  She echoed, just staring at him with a smile in her eyes, one hand pushing his brow dishonestly.

  "Don't let go!" The childish voice was distinctly drunk.

  Ling Ge seemed to be dissatisfied with his expression, her crystal red lips were full of temptation, and she was as delicate as a peach to be chosen.

  "Good." Meng Xingjiang's Adam's apple rolled, pouring out a word, and a deep voice brushed in Ling Ge's ears, and Ling Ge only felt that the air was tickling.

  Meng Xingjiang patiently told her, stretched out his hand to pry it away a little bit, and finally sat in the driver's seat, Ling Ge seemed to come back to his senses, and reached out to hook Meng Xingjiang's chin, "It's so beautiful." ”

  Ling Ge smiled a little charmingly, as if he was using Meng Xingjiang as a tool to please himself, "What are you going to do?" Meng Xingjiang held the steering wheel in his hand, watching Ling Ge try to get close to him, and faintly felt that his eyebrows were jumping.

  "Let's drive!"

  Ling Ge unbuckled his seat belt and moved to Meng Xingjiang's body little by little, and when her little hands were supported on his legs, Meng Xingjiang unconsciously snorted.

  Where did the little woman put her hand?

  Meng Xingjiang frowned, inexplicably her hands were raised to the roof of the car by Ling Ge, watching her collarbone fully displayed, her bewitching figure, without reservation on his body, Meng Xingjiang's brows seemed to be frozen.

  "Are you an old driver?" Ling Ge's little face approached Meng Xingjiang, and she was raised high, her hair grazing on her face like his face tickling.

  "Do you dare to race with me? Stimulated? Ling Ge's red lips opened slightly, and every word seemed to be sultry.

  Only Meng Xingjiang knew that the drunken Ling Ge was mentally incomplete......

  "I'm talking to you!" Ling Ge frowned dissatisfied.

  "Where did you learn this?" Meng Xingjiang just looked at her quietly.

  "On the books." Ling Ge was full of nonsense.

  "The three views are not correct." Meng Xingjiang said coldly, and in the next moment, he got up and grabbed Ling Ge's wrist and turned over and pressed her against the seat, in an instant, the seat was adjusted down, and Ling Ge, who had lost his center of gravity, exclaimed in surprise but a smile flashed in Meng Xingjiang's eyes.

  "Looks like you need someone to train you." Meng Xingjiang stood proudly on Ling Ge's body, looking at her drunken appearance, and said in a low voice, his long knuckles slid down his cheeks to his neck and collarbone, and his soft skin was as smooth as silk like a girl.