Chapter 902： (1/2)

Seeing him continue to rub her neck, the hot breath fell in her neck, she only felt the roots of her ears become hot.

Something seems to have swam up a little bit from a certain point deep in the heart, wherever it goes, it makes people feel numb and scorching heat.

In the end, she really couldn't sit still, Ruan Yiyi turned her gaze around, picked up the wine glass and took another long sip.

In the next second, she said to those people: ”My brother is unwell, he drank too much, I will take him away first.”

While speaking, she directly helped him up, wrapped his waist, letting the weight of his body rest on her.

She was leaving, and someone from Jiangcheng immediately followed up and asked:

”Miss Ruan, where are you going? The boss told me to see you off.”

Where to go.

These three words also asked her at once.

After all, I just wanted to take him out of here, but I haven't figured out where to take him.

But looking at the person who was still waiting for her own answer, Ruan Yiyi lost her patience for the first time. She raised her hand: ”No, I drive by myself, you don't have to worry about it.”

Inexplicably, she didn't want to be known about her whereabouts.

Especially with him.

...

A McLaren galloping on the road, late at night, the sky is dotted with stars.

The young man in the co-pilot tilted his head slightly, very dizzy.

She knew that if it was the right approach, she shouldn't leave him here tonight, she should send it to Wen Xian.

But she also knew that if Wen Xian knew that she had gotten her brother drunk, she would have misunderstood something.

But I couldn't clean it even after jumping into the Yellow River.

So, finally the car stopped at the door of a seven-star hotel.

She has always lived in a hotel suite in Beijing.

As soon as the car stopped, there was a parking boy at the door.

Ruan Yi lowered the car window and let the people outside wait for a while.

Afterwards, she unfastened her seat belt and leaned in his direction, groping for something in his pocket.

”This kid, where is the ID card...”