The man wrapped his arms around her waist and bent one knee against her leg, his slightly thick fingertips pressing hard against the corners of her lips.

The lip flaps are separated by each other, close to each other.

On the inner wall of the hot spring hotel here, there are mirrors on all sides, reflecting the figures of the two people sticking together, each of which is high-definition without coding.

Jiang Jianing looked up at him, his eyes filled with drunkenness, and he put it on his lips like a kitten, and whispered, "There is surveillance."

Xue Rin'an lifted her chin, her eyes swept over her pink lips, upward, and landed on the monitoring probe above the elevator, pulling her to change the angle, the tall figure covering the woman's figure, grinding her sideburns and lip flaps.

"Surveillance can't be seen."

Jiang Jianing leaned against his chest muscles, shook his head and shook it into a rattle, "Don't, you can see it, there must be someone in front of the monitor over there."

She drank the wine, and now she has lost her former ability to speak, slowly and leisurely, with a soft and glutinous tail note, scratching the tip of Xue Rin'an's heart, bringing some tingling itch.

"You beg me."

Xue Rin'an stared at her black and white eyes, and her fingertips rubbed gently in her palms.

He wouldn't want to be seen in public, but he stared at her eyes at this time, and wanted to tell her to say something that she wouldn't say when she was awake during the day.

Jiang Jianing almost didn't hesitate to follow his wishes, "Please."

He kissed her on the lips, "Just kiss it."

It seemed to be reassuring her, more to relieve himself.

Jiang Jianing arched in his arms, and whimpered in a aggrieved whisper: "It hurts. If I don't kiss you, you won't believe me......

Xue Rin'an encircled her arm with unprovoked force, and the dark color in her eyes surged.

If he knew that Jiang Jianing, who had always been capable, was so cute when she was drunk, he would definitely get drunk with her every day.

He cupped her face, "And what the hell did you put in my glass?"

Since a waiter saw it, it was definitely not fake.

Jiang Jianing must have put something.

"Vitamins, Gu Zhenzhen threw it away to me a long time ago," Jiang Jianing's hot cheeks pressed against the palm of his hand, and he pouted with grievances, "You don't believe me, you don't want me to drink......

Her voice was crying, and the soft Xue Rin felt numb in her heart.

He hugged her and kissed the saltiness on her eyelids, "Don't cry, huh?"

The VIP here is the elevator to enter the house, and the elevator will stop until the corresponding floor.

When the elevator turned on the prompt sound, Jiang Jianing's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand anymore.

A ringing of a cell phone pierced the silence in the elevator.

Xue Rin'an looked down at his phone.

Three words jumped on the screen: Ruan Qingqiu.

He cut it directly and hung up, hugged Jiang Jianing out of the elevator, and put her on the cabinet.

Jiang Jianing pressed the light switch on his back, and the light above his head lit up instantly, as bright as day.

She shuddered for a moment, her eyes were frightened, and she hugged the man in front of her.

The man's eyes seemed to be staring at the prey that had thrown himself into the net, and his fingertips elegantly and slowly scratched the tails of her eyes that were red from alcohol, and there was a smile in his voice: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of ghosts." Jiang Jianing leaned on his chest, and his ears could hear the sound of a drum-like heartbeat in his chest.

The man lifted her up and followed her words and asked, "What does a ghost look like?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Jiang Jianing's intoxicated eyes, as if he was really stopped by his question, "Looks like a human."

She paused, shuddered again, looked at the white wall behind her with black eyes, and the more she spoke, the more serious she became, and gestured with a gesture: "The front looks like a person, so that others think that this is a person." On the opposite side is a ghost, with a green face and fangs, and a bloody mouth......

Xue Rin'an directly sealed her nonsense mouth.

He didn't think she was afraid of ghosts.

He didn't think she was afraid.

Even Assistant Wu said that Sister Ning was calm and self-reliant when she killed the Quartet, and there was no time when she couldn't hold it.

It's fun to get her drunk once in a while.

He directly asked her to wrap around his waist and carry the person to the bathroom.

Midnight.

When Jiang Jianing opened his eyes, he was still tired.

The man in front of him closed his eyelids and breathed evenly.

She held the man's forearm, leaned softly in front of his face, and whispered in a low voice, "Mr. Xue?"

The voice was inaudible, more like a woman's delicate breath, brushing on the man's stiff and swollen muscles.

Jiang Jianing waited for a minute, and saw that the man was still asleep, and his breathing was stable and unchanged, so he lifted the quilt and got up, picked up the scattered clothes on the ground, and walked out barefoot on the plush carpet.

She quickly got dressed, took out a sleeping incense from her bag and lit it, glanced at the silhouette of the man on the bed again, and carefully took the room card and went out.

The door opened and closed, and the bright patch of light that fell on the door of the room closed tightly, and the room returned to darkness, except for the faint incense of sleeping that floated on the table.

The man opened his eyes.

In these pair of black pupils that blend with the night, there is still a trace of melancholy, only a trace of interest after a touch of contentment.

Just when Jiang Jianing was blowing in his ear and calling him, his body woke up in advance, but Jiang Jianing only observed his eyebrows.

The corners of his lips gradually pulled up a touch of arc, and he was really more and more surprised.

The man lifted the blanket and got up, his slender legs pulling the tight arc between his waist and abdomen, he casually draped a coat, took out a cigarette case from the drawer, and lit a cigarette with a lighter.

He flipped through his phone.

In addition to Nguyen Thanh Thu's two missed calls, there was another unread message.

[Found out.] 】

Three o'clock in the morning.

It was still dark and there was no one in the hallway.

Jiang Jianing's footsteps were brisk, passing through the corridor, and even the voice-activated lights were not lit up.

Coming to a room at the end, the door was open, and she pushed it open and entered.

In front of the floor lamp of the tangled lotus, leaning on a bewitching woman wearing a dark green cheongsam, the cheongsam is high and slit, revealing her white thighs, and a slender lady's cigarette is between her fingers.

The light is pale yellow, giving the retina a hazy texture.

Hearing the door knock, Lu turned his head.

She put out the cigarette in the ashtray and twisted her waist to turn around, "You can count yourself here, if you don't come, I'll leave, I haven't even taken off my makeup."

Jiang Jianing showed a coquettish smile, "Sister Ah Lu is getting more and more beautiful."

As soon as she approached, Lu could smell the smell of alcohol on her body, "How much have you drunk?"

"Three bottles," Jiang Jianing smiled and compared three fingers, "The feeling of being slightly drunk is a little high."

So when she was acting for Xue Rin'an, she was really, half-truthed, and even she felt that she was really drunk, enjoying the gentleness that Xue Rin'an brought her to spoil at that moment.

Lu handed her a small USB drive.

Jiang Jianing directly inserted the interface into the mobile phone, clicked on, and a Xian-level picture immediately appeared on the screen, which went straight to the vision.