His voice was very soft, Yan Zhuolang opened his eyes, sat up and was about to push the car door, but unfortunately his body was too soft, and he didn't even have the strength to push the door, so he had to rush to the front driver's road, "Help me in." ”

The substitute driver got out of the car and opened the car door for Yan Zhuolang, Ciya also woke up when she heard the movement, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw the huge villa in front of her clearly before following Yan Zhuolang out of the car.

Yan Zhuolang was supported by the substitute driver, and Ciya also followed him, Yan Zhuolang began to shake because he drank too much wine, and the two of them had to help him walk to the villa left and right, because of Yan Zhuolang's weight, the three of them were swaying.

After walking for a long time, he finally arrived at the Yan family's villa, and the substitute driver was covered in sweat by Yan Zhuolang, he exhaled several times and handed Yan Zhuolang from his hands to the Yan family's servant, and regardless of the ciya standing next to him, he said to the servant, "Your young master has drunk too much, take good care of it." ”

Yan Zhuolang pushed away the maid and pulled Ciya into the house, maybe he was too drunk, the two of them fell on their own sofa, the maid didn't say anything when he saw Yan Zhuolang like this, Yan Zhuolang didn't get drunk, but he drank too much and brought a woman back, this was really the first time.

The maid really couldn't say anything, so she had to look at the driver lightly, "It's troublesome." ”

After finishing speaking, he gave the substitute driver a few hundred yuan, and the substitute driver left after glancing at Yan Zhuolang and Ciya on the sofa.

The maid walked in, Yan Zhuolang and Ciya were already hugging each other, she frowned, she always felt that this was not good, Mrs. was still at home, but it was not good to make decisions on her own, so she had to go back and find Uncle Yu to deal with it.

In the hall of Nuoda's villa, there were only Yan Zhuolang and Ciya, Ciya saw that he was so drunk and wanted to help him sit up and drink some water, but when she hooked his neck with her hand, he subconsciously pulled her, and his lips went straight up.

The lips of the two people were tightly pressed together, and the smell of alcohol was diffused in the living room, Ciya closed her eyes and simply kissed more passionately.

Yan Zhuolang's kiss became more and more domineering, first passive, and then active, he turned over and pressed Ciya under him, and stroked her with both hands, as if they were about to touch here.

The maid went to wake up Uncle Yu, and when he returned to the living room, he saw such a fragrant scene, and opened his mouth wide in surprise. Uncle Yu got up with someone and looked at the scene in the living room.

Yan Zhuolang is now pressing Ciya to death, and his hands are walking around her with ease, as for Ciya, he is also like a flexible fish, constantly twisting his body, and even the T-shirt on his body was picked up by Yan Zhuolang at some point, and the scene was particularly beautiful......

Where have the maids seen this kind of scene, one by one they froze there with red faces, and they didn't look at it, but they kept looking at Uncle Yu with sharp eyes, hoping that he would come up with an idea soon.

Yan Zhuolang was brought up by Uncle Yu since he was a child, he thought that the young master would forget Pei Ran after a while, how would he know that he would bring a woman back late at night and fight against his wife in such a way, for some reason, looking at the person lying on the sofa, he did not feel shocked, but felt distressed in his heart.

Only Uncle Yu understands that where he is torturing others, he is forcing himself.

Inside the living room, Ciya occasionally emits a petite. Gasping, everyone thought that Yan Zhuolang would not do something here next, Uncle Yu's face sank and said coldly, "Young Master drank too much, did you also drink too much?" Hurry up and help the young master up, and wait for Mrs. Hui to get up and see what it looks like. ”

Everyone looked at Uncle Yu with a surprised face, the two of them were entangled as if they were one, how could this be separated? Uncle Yu saw that the servants were not moving, so he had to walk over, squatted down tentatively, the expression on his face was indescribably embarrassed, and pulled Yan Zhuolang's collar with his hand, "Young master, you have drunk too much, get up first, go back to the room, and then talk ......"

Yan Zhuolang continued to kiss Ciya, ignoring the persuasion of the people around him, his movements became bigger and bigger, and he saw that Ciya's clothes were about to be taken off.

Ciya glanced at the housekeeper next to him, or subconsciously pulled his clothes, and said helplessly, "It's not that I don't want to go back to the room, but Zhuo Lang won't let me ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Zhuolang kissed her lips with a kiss, and the two of them were ambiguous in the hall as if no one was around, and it took a long time for him to let go of his lips.

Uncle Yu saw that Yan Zhuolang had enough trouble, so he stood beside Yan Zhuolang respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, you have drunk too much, go back to the room to rest first." ”

Yan Zhuolang did not refuse, Uncle Yu hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and after he stood still, Uncle Yu gave the two maids a look and motioned for them to step forward to help Yan Zhuolang back to the room.

As soon as the maid was about to step forward, Ciya got up from the sofa and pushed the maid to help Yan Zhuolang and said very hostilely, "I'll just help him, don't bother you." ”

Uncle Yu looked at Ciya and reached out to support Yan Zhuolang, and interrupted with an expressionless face, "This young lady, it's late now, thank you for sending our young master back, if anything happens, I'm telling our young master another day that our young master is drunk." ”

Ciya raised her head when she heard Uncle Yu's words, her beautiful eyes were full of confusion, and she continued to open her lips after only a moment of confusion, "It was Zhuo Lang who asked me to come back with him, I won't go anywhere today, I live here." ”

Uncle Yu stepped forward, pulled Yan Zhuolang out of her arms, and said coldly, "This young lady, our lady is still at home, I'm afraid it's not convenient for you to stay overnight, if it's inconvenient for you, I'll ask someone to send you back to the hotel." ”

Ciya looked at Uncle Yu and them, frowned, and had no choice but to speak up, "I'm Zhuo Lang's girlfriend, this is Zhuo Lang's home, and it's also my home, why should I leave?" ”

Uncle Yu didn't have much smile on his face, and said with a serious expression, "Before becoming Madam Yan, no one can stay here." ”

After speaking, he said to the servant behind him, "Find someone to drive this young lady back." ”

Yan Zhuolang was supported by two servants to go upstairs, Ciya looked at Yan Zhuolang's back with an aggrieved face and said coquettishly, "Zhuolang, they want to send me back." ”

Yan Zhuolang subconsciously turned his head when he heard this, and he didn't know if he was drunk or what, he squinted at these people, "She's my girlfriend, can't he stay here?" ”

Uncle Yu's face was slightly embarrassed, and he said in a low voice, "Young Master, Madam is still sleeping, you can't be so nonsense." ”

"Nonsense?" Yan Zhuolang pushed the servant's shoulders away, leaned against the railing and said impatiently, "What am I messing around?" This is my home, is it possible that I will take a woman back to my house and see your face? ”

Uncle Yu saw that his voice was so loud, so he was afraid of waking up Yang Qian upstairs, so he had to whisper, "Young master, don't be like this, Madame is still ......"

Yan Zhuolang didn't listen to him at all, turned around and beckoned Ciya to come over, Ciya had a smile on his face, and stood beside Yan Zhuolang again, and the two of them were about to go upstairs.

Just as the two of them were about to go upstairs, Yan Zhuolang's movements froze, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Yang Qian standing on the railing on the second floor at some point, she was standing there expressionlessly in gorgeous pajamas, looking at Yan Zhuolang and them as if she was watching a farce.

The servants below saw that Yang Qian also lowered their heads one by one, and dared to speak.

Yan Zhuolang just paused for a moment and pulled Ciya upstairs, and when Yang Qian opened her lips slightly at the staircase, she said expressionlessly, "Why did you come back so late?" Who is this? ”

Yan Zhuolang took Ciya's hand and stood in front of Yang Qian, the faces of both of them were the same delicate, I don't know if Yan Zhuolang was drinking wine or what, when he looked at Yang Qian, there was obviously hatred and alienation in his eyes.

"My girlfriend, Ciya." He said plainly.

Ciya stood aside, not daring to speak out loud for some reason, and a trace of fear rose in her heart.

Yang Qian didn't look at Yan Zhuolang, but stared at the group of people below, her eyes became sharp because of the tempering of the years, and her lips opened slightly, "The young master has drunk too much, cook some sobering soup for the young master." ”

Uncle Yu hurriedly responded, and the servants didn't dare to stand, busy cleaning up the living room that had just been messed up by Yan Zhuolang.

Hearing the unkindness in her tone, Ciya subconsciously dodged behind Yan Zhuolang.

Yang Qian's eyes meowed on her, and finally said with a light smile, "Miss Ciya, it's not too early, I'll ask someone to send you back to the hotel, and welcome you to be a guest at Yan's house next time." ”

There was no trace of a smile on her face, not so much please, but it was clear that she was driving people away, Ciya took Yan Zhuolang's hand and hid behind, not daring to say a word.

"Why should she leave? Is this my home? ”

Yan Zhuolang opened his mouth straight, not giving Yang Qian any face.

Yang Qian didn't speak, let Yan Zhuolang mess around, Yan Zhuolang didn't intend to give her face, just took Ciya's hand and turned around and went downstairs, "Since you don't like me to bring women back, then I'll live outside, and save you from worrying." ”

After finishing speaking, he took Ciya's hand and made a gesture to go downstairs.

Yang Qian stood upstairs without the slightest intention of obstruction, but the smile on her face changed from cold to cold, "The young master has drunk too much, help the young master back to the room." ”

The servants below understood what Yan Zhuolang meant, and immediately went to pull Yan Zhuolang.

Yan Zhuolang had a lot of strength, and quickly shook off the servant, and was about to walk towards the door with Ciya, but the servant had to look at Yang Qian when he saw this, and wanted to ask her what to do.

"Lock the door outside, get him back for me."

As soon as Yang Qian finished speaking, the door at the door was locked, and after a while, several of Yang Qian's bodyguards drove Yan Zhuolang back, and Ciya was obviously frightened after him, and he woke up more than half of the wine.

"Send Miss Ciya back." Yan Zhuolang was still drunk, and Yang Qian was sitting downstairs drinking tea, and she couldn't see any displeased expression.

The bodyguards looked at Ciya, who didn't dare to say anything even if she was displeased, stared at Yan Zhuolang, and left in a hurry.

Seeing that Ciya was gone, Yan Zhuolang began to go completely drunk, jumping on his hands and feet, and said loudly, "You let go of me, you let go of me, and break your legs tomorrow." ”

The bodyguards grabbed Yan Zhuolang's hand without any expression, and Yang Qian said with a pale face after drinking a cup of black tea, "The young master is drunk, send him back to the room, he can't come out today without my order." ”

When the bodyguard heard this, he put Yan Zhuolang upstairs again, and Yan Zhuolang scolded in the room on the second floor, making a lot of noise, and he couldn't wait to demolish the Yan family.

Uncle Yu stood in the living room, a little uneasy.

"Madam, if you treat the young master like this, the young master is only afraid of resentment towards you." He thought about it, and finally spoke.

Yang Qian raised her eyes, and she couldn't tell if she was displeased, and said calmly, "He hates me?" If his father saw him like this today, he would be angry when he died? ”

Uncle Yu stood in front of Yang Qian, what Mrs. said made sense, but the young master and Miss Pei really love each other, and Miss Pei has an excellent personality and character, but ......

He sighed secretly, he didn't know what to say, Madame had Madame's considerations, although the young master was born in a wealthy family, he was destined to lose something from birth.