Chapter 964 (1/2)

Song ruochu's eyes swept Rong Mingyuan and sneered: ”Mr. Rong, did we have a grudge in our last life?”

”What's the meaning of Miss Song's words? Do you have a grudge? How do I think we are predestined? Miss song makes me feel as good as I used to be at first sight. ”

”Ha ha, Mr. Rong is really good at joking. Even if you are predestined, it's also a bad fate. I'm so unfortunate to have a face like your ex-wife. I hope you keep your word and don't disturb me any more!” At the end of the speech, she took the cup and drank it with her neck raised.

It's really 52 degrees. The taste of that drink can't be described by words. When she drank the second cup, she felt that her stomach would burn through.

After two drinks, he covered his mouth and went out to vomit.

Squatting on the washstand in the bathroom, he vomited in the dark and almost pulled out his internal organs.

She heard the sound of her teeth grinding. She covered her heart in pain and took out her cell phone to call Lao Zhong. She couldn't go back by herself.

You know Rong Mingyuan is upset and kind-hearted. She jumps to her. She just dials the number out, but the cell phone that was put in her ear suddenly disappears.

Looking at the empty palm, she was still a little confused.

”I'll take you back.” It was Rong Mingyuan's voice. He didn't know when he came behind her and took away her mobile phone.

She gasped in surprise and said in a dumb voice, ”this is the ladies' room. How did you get in?”

He compared the posture of a walk with his finger: ”come straight in.”

Holding her cell phone in her hand, she cut off the number she had just dialed.

Song ruochu gritted his teeth and had a splitting headache: ”give me back my mobile phone!”

But when he raised his hand, she rushed to him, clinging to him like a koala, trying to get the mobile phone back.

There is no consciousness to pay attention to their current posture, in the end how ambiguous ~ inappropriate.

Embracing her soft body, the charming fragrance of her body constantly penetrated into his breath, and the familiar and long lost flavor came to his heart.

Rong Mingyuan can't control his body, can't control his behavior, just want to hold her tighter, tighter, even want to rub her body into his own blood.

So familiar taste, how can she not be su ran!

I don't know when his hand will slowly fall. Song ruochu gets his mobile phone and is relieved. He just wants to retreat. The next second, Rong Mingyuan holds him up and strides out of the hotel.

”Let go of me, you let go of me --” leaning in his arms, so close to him, she felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and resisted in her heart, so she kept kicking her hands and legs, trying to call Lao Zhong, but he robbed her cell phone and kicked her pocket.

She yelled angrily. Alcohol made her thinking a little dull, and her hands and feet couldn't make any effort. Finally, she had to let Rong Mingyuan carry her.

It's windy outside the hotel. Once the wind blows, she feels even worse.

He found a shelter to stand, waiting for the car boy to drive up.

Song ruochu covered his mouth in pain: ”put me down, I'm going to vomit -”

but he still stood upright, unmoved.

So, in the end, she vomited. It's all on him.

The strong sour smell of the wine was disgusting.

He frowned, she innocently smile: ”I said to vomit, is your own refused to put me down.”

My heart is still in a panic. If Mr. Feng knows that she is so impolite, she will not be spared. Moreover, the children are still waiting for her to return home. She was excited again: ”ah, I'm going back, you put me down -”

Rong Mingyuan's car drove up by himself. He forced the bad smell and lightened his tone: ”be good, don't move, I'll take you home.”

”Really?” Song ruochu stares at his handsome and clear face under the corridor lamp and smiles, ”but you also drink, how can you send me back?”

”There's a driver.” He held her and got into the back of the car.

The back of the car is extremely comfortable and spacious, and the black glass is separated between the driver and the back seat, so the privacy is excellent.

Song ruochu laughed twice and said, ”thank you. I live in XXX.” She was able to accurately report her address.

Rong Mingyuan left her coat in the hotel. She was wearing a black shirt alone. The diamond like buttons were particularly eye-catching in the dark car. She bowed her head and slowly played with the delicate and expensive buttons. Unconsciously, she murmured to herself, ”these buttons are beautiful. I'll buy a pair for Mr. Feng later.”

Mr. Feng - this evening, this is the first time he heard the three words of Mr. Feng from her.

”Who is Mr. Feng?”

He put his hand on her thin back, chatting with each other, and inquired about Mr. Feng's affairs.

However, the answer is so infuriating.”Mr. Feng is my husband. Does my husband know...”

In her heart, the so-called Mr. Feng is an omnipotent God. She respects him, fears him, and even loves him.