The villain knew that she was not the original Yin Zhuohua, not only did he not debunk her, but also concealed it for her.

I was in the same room that night in the Yin family before, and I slept with the villain, you slept with yours and I slept with mine, and I spent it safe and sound.

So in this world of novels, Yin Zhuohua subconsciously felt that Pei Tingli would not hurt himself.

But this causal relationship Pei Tingli doesn't know,

After a moment of silence, he untied the woman's hand pulling at her shirt and politely refused:

"She's going with you, I'm not suitable."

Yin Zhuohua was dissatisfied, and persistently pulled Pei Tingli's shirt, and the overly beautiful face under the dim light was crooked in confusion.

Confused: "You give me a lookout nearby, what's inappropriate?" ”

Pei Tingli squinted very shallowly: "Looking at the wind? ”

What kind of place and what kind of identity do you have, and when you go to the bathroom, someone must be nearby to watch the wind?

"Hmm."

Yin Zhuohua patted Pei Tingli's broad shoulder, only when Pei Tingli agreed: "Good, if you find clean water and food, you will definitely be the first to give it to you." ”

After speaking, he stood up from the sofa, and his whole body moved steadily except for his flushed face, and he couldn't see the slightest drunkenness.

didn't go to the bathroom immediately, but stood in place and looked at Pei Tingli, who was still sitting on the sofa,

The long eyelashes trembled hesitantly, as if remembering something, and his gaze moved down and finally landed on Pei Tingli's legs wrapped in suit pants,

Then without saying a word, he bent over and approached, and as soon as he stretched out his hands, he wanted to arrange a princess hug for the villain with limited mobility

The wrist was grabbed by the man's thick and powerful palm, and he blinked strangely: What are you doing, what should she do if she can't help the ink again?

"I can do it myself."

The expression on Yin Zhuohua's face now is too straightforward and colorful, and for the first time in his life, Pei Tingli deeply experienced helplessness.

Private rooms are equipped with a bar, sofas, and lounges.

Of course, the bathroom is indispensable, and the door is opened next door to the next room.

There are two rooms, one for Liang Qu and the other for Pei Tingli's personal use.

In the bathroom,

Yin Zhuohua stood alone at the sink, washing his hands slowly while looking at the bathroom with the door at the end of the bathroom.

The door is gorgeous, like glass but not like glass, and you can faintly see an oversized bathtub placed by the window in the bathroom:

It's so big, it seems like it's good to sleep,

My head is a little dizzy and a little heavy, why don't you put it in and sleep?

"Buckle up."

The rhythmic two knocks stopped Yin Zhuohua's whimsy in time, and Pei Tingli's deep and mellow voice came in:

"Yin Zhuohua, fell in?"

It is not difficult to hear the strong banter in the words, the woman's light footsteps sounded, and it didn't take long for the bathroom door to open,

Pei Tingli sat in a wheelchair and squinted at Yin Zhuohua, thinking back to everything that happened tonight, he only felt ridiculous:

"Washed your hands?"

Yin Zhuohua was slightly stunned, then nodded, and stretched out his delicate and white hand in front of Pei Tingli: "Clean." ”

This looks like a kindergarten baby, for fear that parents don't believe in themselves.

Pei Tingli wanted to laugh: "Well, very well-behaved." ”

Around 11:50,

The elegant pure white convoy drove out of the top VIP aisle, and the lights in the Rolls-Royce were bright.

Pei Tingli sat in the back seat, his mighty body leaned on the back of the comfortable car seat, and in his broad arms was Yin Zhuohua, who was sleeping soundly.

The knuckles are pleasing to the eye, and the palms fall, and you are not polite to pinch the flesh of the woman's cheeks,

After pinching for a long time, the same action is inevitably boring, and then the goldfish mouth is unlocked.

Yin Zhuohua is now like a rag doll without consciousness, allowing Pei Tingli to pinch her face.

Until the convoy drove out of the sparsely populated road and gradually drowned in the traffic of the bustling city,

Pei Tingli withdrew his hand with satisfaction, leaned his head back, and his indifferent blue eyes condescendingly looked at Yin Zhuohua, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms,

I don't understand where a woman's trust in herself comes from, and I can't figure out why all my connivance tonight arises.

Maybe it's because I see too much of my own shadow from this woman, and he has always liked people who have similarities with him.