Chapter 1283

What a hug!

The Young Marshal held the woman with the wine in his arms and wanted to throw her away.

On a midsummer night, the heat wave in the air still came one after another. After standing for so long, the Young Marshal already felt hot.

"Come on, get in the car." Holding Yun Xiaobai to get on the bus, Xiaobai grabbed his shirt tightly with both hands and shook his head like a rattle.

Young Marshal Yingting's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, "no? Do you really want to spend the night on this highway?"

"Don't get on the bus... Dizzy... Want to vomit..." kowtowed and said everything. Xiaobai was more dependent on him and refused to go.

The whole person is like a soft legged shrimp, lying soft in his arms.

The Young Marshal touched her soft face and looked at the deserted road under the street lamp, "if you don't get on the bus, how can you go back?"

The drunk man smiled foolishly, "back..."

The Young Marshal bent his fingers and knocked on her forehead again, "it's not stupid."

You know how to enslave him and take advantage of him when you're drunk. Are you brave enough.

Fang Xiaobai dares to tell him to go back on his back in the ordinary day?

Is it true that wine is brave?

"Hey, hey..." Yun Xiaobai scratched his head and smiled.

The hair didn't know when it was scattered and hung down. The Young Marshal pinched the meat on her face and pulled it out, "where's the hair circle?"

Xiaobai was dizzy. She leaned against him and couldn't stand steadily. The Young Marshal asked the driver to take out her bag.

From the inside turned out the spare hair circle, the young marshal was embarrassed at her thick hair.

There is air conditioning in the car. I don't worry about the heat. If I really go back, I won't have to cover her with sweat because of her thick long hair?

Lao Li, the driver, had a little daughter. Seeing that the young marshal was in trouble with a hair circle, he volunteered, "Young Marshal, otherwise let me help Xiaobai tie her hair. I often tie her daughter. The technique is quite skilled."

"No." The Young Marshal refused without thinking. He took the hair circle and turned it twice on his fingers. "Just tell me what to do."

"Oh, OK. Do you want to tie a horsetail or a ball head?"

The Young Marshal frowned, "and this classification?"

"Of course, my daughter's favorite is ox horn braid..." Lao Li, who realized what he was talking about, stopped the topic in time. "I think you'd better tie balls for Xiaobai, so it won't be hot."

After Lao Li taught her skills for a while, the Young Marshal mastered the essence. He gathered up Xiaobai's hair with both hands and patted her face with one hand. "Xiaobai, turn around."

Xiaobai was reluctantly pushed around by him. Finally, his hair was rolled in a circle at the top of his head. The Young Marshal set the hair circle twice and fixed it.

For the Young Marshal's innovative technique, Lao Li had to be convinced.

The young marshal who succeeded in the first experiment expanded his heart. It's just like this to tie his hair. It's a piece of cake!

"Young Marshal... Dizzy..." Xiao Bai, who was already dizzy, turned a few times and his head became more dizzy.

The Young Marshal squatted down in front of her, turned his head and said, "come up."

Without saying anything, Xiaobai climbed onto his back, put his arms around his neck, put his chin naturally on his shoulder and sighed comfortably.

"You'll enjoy it." The Young Marshal snorted, picked her up on his back, weighed her twice, and took a step towards Rong residence.

"Yun Xiaobai, how are you going to thank me for carrying you drunk back?"

"... what do you say?"

"Brother Rong, come and listen."

Xiaobai giggled. Finally, he called in his ear, "brother Rong..."