Forsythia hates to death!

"What are you doing with me?"

"Get in the car, you're drunk like this, I'll send you back!" He repeated with an accented tone!

Forsythia stomped his feet and waved his hand drunkenly: "You don't need to send it!" ”

"Don't you need it? Then you don't want your fucking urn? Feng Lixing deliberately glanced at the passenger seat next to him, and Forsythia saw her mother's urn, which was placed on the leather chair next to him.

Damn it, she left something so important in the break room.

"Can you get in the car now?"

“！！！”

It's been quite depressing along the way.

Forsythia drank and had a terrible headache, and sat in a chair that kept moving around, and the brocade and leather rubbed against each other making a noisy squeak.

Feng Lixing didn't bother to care about her, and only asked, "Where do you live?" ”

"You know!"

"Still living at Walkerhill?"

Forsythia snorted in response.

Unexpectedly, the corners of Feng Lixing's mouth curled, with a little mockery: "Just gambling like this? ”

I rub...

Forsythia didn't expect him to tease her so directly, glared at him, crossed her arms and started not to speak.

Feng Lixing glanced at her with his spare eyes, and saw that she was clenching her hands into fists, her face facing out of the window, and her cheeks bulging high.

Yo... Angry? It's really a daughter who has been spoiled by Lu Yujiang since she was a child!

He snorted coldly again, turned on the stereo casually, and the soothing melody finally eased the atmosphere in the car.

Walkerhill is about an hour away from the hotel.

The car got off the elevated road, and the mountain road behind it drove more and more deviantly.

Feng Lixing felt that the person in the seat next to him seemed to have not moved for a long time, so he glanced over, and saw Forsythia leaning on the back of the chair and falling asleep, her head tilted, her mouth slightly open, her arms still held on her chest, and the porcelain cup containing Yu Ying's ashes was resting on her knees.

How can this woman sleep anywhere? Not afraid of accidents?

Feng Lixing rolled up the window of the car with some irritability and turned on the heater again.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the gate of Walkerhill.

"Hey, get up!"

Feng Lixing pressed her elbow with her hand against the woman who had fallen asleep next to her, but she was reluctant to wake up, just soothing English songs, blowing heaters, and she had long fallen into a few layers of dreams!

Is... Feng Lixing was really annoyed, so he simply opened the car window a little, but the cold mountain breeze outside the window still blew in.

He wanted to wake her up.

But Forsythia is indifferent and sleeps more soundly.

"Hey!" Feng Lixing deceived her and shouted in her ear, where could she hear it, a bottle of vodka made her drunk for eight or nine points, so she just wrinkled her nose, turned over and continued to sleep.

This flip was terrible, her face was just towards Feng Li, fluttering, and all the breath in her nose was exhaled on his face.

The wet and hot touch, the two of them were so close again, and his gaze just fell on her lips...

Forsythia's lips are very good-looking, slightly curled, plump, and half of the original scarlet lip gloss was eaten by her, so her original lip color is revealed, pink, just in line with her age...

Such lips, if... What if the kiss goes down? What will it be like?

Feng Lixing felt his throat tight, and was about to press towards that touch of pink, when he heard someone knocking on the car window.

"Mr. Feng, do I need to help you park?" It was the parking boy of the villa who knocked on the window, because Feng Lixing came every week, so he knew the gold owner.

It's just that this time he accidentally disturbed the good things of the gold owner, and Feng Lixing's anger was all on his face!

He rolled down the window a little more, and the view from inside was already unobstructed.

At that time, he put one arm on the co-pilot's backrest, and the other hand held the doorknob, and his entire upper body was almost pressed against Forsythia...... Mr. Feng, you... You move on! ”

Go ahead with a P!

He angrily rolled up the window, turned off the engine, took off his coat, wrapped his forsythia around her, and carried her out of the car.