Chu Wuwu's gaze kept flowing between the two of them, and the woman's intuition told her that there must be something in between.

As for what exactly is the problem, only the parties can know.

But it's good to be an agent, after all, you can manage a lot of personal things, and those fanatical little peach blossoms outside are really hard to deal with.

This night, Chu Wuwu worked hard, whenever someone raised a glass to come, she was the first to block Chu Shixiu.

He said again and again that it was okay, but the little guy who was worried about him didn't do it, and he did it with a hard face.

And yet—

Three or two cups of belly, walking is floating.

In the end, he also indirectly helped Chu Shixiu, he helped the drunk Chu Wuwu to leave early, and he really didn't drink anything.

"With your small amount of alcohol, you still want to block the wine for me, next time I should really lock you in my arms, save you from being so disobedient."

When Chu Wuwu was taken into the car, he was reluctant, shouting that I also wanted a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite, which made people cry and laugh.

"Lafite, no, I can let you drink the sobering tea."

However, seeing her sweet sleeping face, and occasionally smashing her mouth, Chu Shixiu suddenly felt that something called happiness was spreading in his body.

Even if he was drunk to this extent, Chu Wuwu still thought about changing the medicine for him, so when he woke up a little in the middle of the night, he actually got up and took the medicine box.

That serious little appearance makes people want to laugh.

Cute tight.

"Are you sure you can help me with the medicine?"

Chu Wuwu's eyes were half-open and half-closed, shaking his head as if he was reciting the three-character scripture, and finally pouted and chose to nod.

Chu Shixiu didn't hide, and let her apply the medicine to herself.

Sure enough, she was overestimated, and she was messed up, as if she had drawn a world map on it.

The silly appearance makes people can't help but want to be ravaged. .

But his body wouldn't allow it.

"What is this, pouting, and hot."

Chu Wuwu was half-asleep, he didn't react to anything in his hand, and he kept pinching it as if he was pinching plasticine.

Chu Shixiu was already itching, but after being tossed by her like this, he felt as if there was a fire burning in his body.

The sober consciousness that had been maintained before also collapsed in an instant, and the injury or something was not worth mentioning at all.

"Little thing, do you know that your fire is too big, and you have to pay for it, do you know?"

Chu Wuwu didn't know anything yet, and the muttering voice made the man even more unable to control himself.

By the time she was more conscious, her hand was wrapped in a hot mass.

Chu Shixiu's hand was on top of her little white hand, guiding step by step.

This touch, this temperature, why is it so familiar?

She just lowered her head, but she raised it shyly.

Oh, my God! What is she doing!

"My wounds don't allow it, so I can only work hard for you today and help me."

Now it's hard to ride a tiger, and I don't have a chance to stop if I want to.

It's just that it's been a bit long, and her hands are sore......

After praying silently in his heart N times, the battle finally ended, and Chu Wuwu kept giving himself psychological hints that he was a sick person and that he was injured, so he resisted the idea of hitting people with his already sour hands.

This night, the medicine was not changed, and he also lost his claws.

It's a loss!