Despite sitting far away, Jiajia's voice was still heard by everyone. Everyone was silent for a while, waiting for Yue Jialing's movement. Only Yan Shuangyi stood behind Jiajia, not only looking calm, but even looking at the lake outside the window. It's no different from the girls I usually see in the lobby who come to the door under the banner of massage.

With a "stab", Yue Jialing dragged Jiajia's whole person to his side along with the seat.

The liquid in the goblet shook with the action of inertia, splashing a little, and it was wetting Yue Jialing's chest. The red wine stained the white shirt like a rose on the shirt.

He leaned down and lowered it to Jiajia's ear: "What if I get drunk?" The voice was already breathing, and it was full of provocative meaning.

The person in her arms laughed coquettishly, and Yue Jialing's gaze had already passed over Jiajia to see Yan Shuangyi standing behind her.

His shirt was pulled up to his forearm, his arm resting on the back of the chair next to him, his fingers caressing the intricately carved wooden edge of the chair, apparently waiting for her response.

Yan Shuangyi lowered his eyes, looked at his nose, and looked at his heart: "Mr. Yue, do you need me to call a substitute driver for you or prepare a room nearby?" ”

His shadow was reflected in the cup.

Yue Jialing's affectionate phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and he looked like he was angry, but he stared at Yan Shuangyi's face for a long time, and then smiled. He lowered his head and slowly sipped the wine from the girl's hand.

*

"Mr. Yue, you can use the bathroom." Yan Shuangyi shook the water droplets in his hand, turned to one side, and fled from in front of Yue Jialing.

Yue Jialing was half drunk, leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes closed.

There was still a girl named Jiajia lying in the crook of his arm, and after patting his fingers on Jiajia's shoulder twice, the girl got up and walked out with a sense of interest.

Yan Shuangyi followed Jiajia's footsteps and cautiously withdrew.

But Yue Jialing stopped her precisely at the moment she exited the room: "Yan Shuangyi, where are you going?" ”

"Mr. Yue, I should go back."

Only then did he get up, slowly paced in front of her, and looked down at her condescendingly: "Do you think that I sent that Jiajia away just to hear you say that you are going back?" ”

Yan Shuangyi knew that it was not, but he couldn't go any further, so he had to stiffen his neck in place.

Yue Jialing's hand climbed up her neck.

His fingertips were a little cold, but the palms that covered him were hot, and he pulled her whole head into his arms, and then went further, enveloping her slightly stiff body as well.

The lights are dim, the music is slow, and the people in front of them are gentle and considerate, and their arms are warm, and they can't help but sway.

has been in the midst of thousands of flowers, and he has used this little trick of conditioning women with ease.

"Stay with me today, huh?" Even the timbre is more seductive than when he teased Jia Jia just now.

Yan Shuangyi tilted his head, his gaze brushed against his tight jawline, where there was a little red on the woman's lipstick. She silently took a step back and looked directly at him: "Mr. Yue, the child is still young, I won't go back, she will cry." ”

Yue Jialing's fingers on the side of her face trembled twice, touching her cheeks a little itchy, but she didn't let go, but stepped forward with her footsteps, imprisoning people tighter.

He bowed his head, his cool lips grinding against her ear, sometimes brushing her cheeks, sometimes tearing at her earlobes. Finally, he pressed his forehead against her cheek, and hissed like a sigh: "Don't tease me with the child...... Doing things that betray virtue with a good wife and mother will only become more and more addictive. ”