Chapter 964

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.

He leaned on her shoulder and kept talking. The more he listened, the tighter his heart was.

Who is she? He was suddenly less sure.

The driver drove back to Chunjiang, Longhu. He took a deep breath, picked her up and said, "let's go home."

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she leans in his arms and has gone to sleep.

The mobile phone in his pocket kept ringing. When he got home, he put her on the sofa and took it out.

The words of old clock are displayed on the mobile phone. Liu Weisheng calls him again and cries: "Mr. Rong, where did you take Miss Song? She's not an ordinary person. Her people are crazy to find her. If something happens to miss song, I'll play. Please send her back quickly."

"I see." Rong Mingyuan took the line and sent a short message to Lao Zhong with song ruochu's mobile phone. Lao Zhong, I met a friend in KTV. It was very noisy and inconvenient to answer the phone. He didn't go back at night. Don't call.

Lao Zhong's message came in very quickly, and asked very carefully. Rong Mingyuan was a little annoyed, and his tone became a little tough: Lao Zhong, I'm an adult. I don't need to tell you my whereabouts. Don't fight. I'm very unhappy when you make trouble.

The phone is quiet at last.

In such a big room, only the sound of ticking on the wall is still. It is the sound of time flowing at the fingertips.

She lay on the sofa, occasionally Kun a few legs, occasionally grunt, occasionally show a few giggles, the whole person is sad and happy, emotional abundance.

Compared with his walking corpses who have no sorrow or happiness these years, he is simply happy and enviable.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand and stroking her gorgeous face, so like, so like -

She whimpered, he couldn't help bending down, bending down, so beautiful close, just about to touch, she hit him on his hard forehead, wow, without reservation, vomited.

He vomited all over his face. He vomited all over his face.

The strong sour smell is enough to disillusion any man's passion.

Rong Mingyuan squatted there with a blue face. She laughed and finally felt comfortable. Then she went back.

His heart, like a torment in the fire!

So without doing anything, she quickly went to the bathroom and put a full tank of hot water into the bathtub.

That full of tenderness, has long disappeared in the pile of unbearable filth.

Song ruochu splashed a few times in the water, but he fell asleep again.

He was not angry, began to take off his clothes, followed by jumping into the luxurious double bathtub, began to lie on her clothes.

She was wearing a shirt. There were too many buttons. The more intense he was, the more difficult it was to unbutton.

"Hate, don't --" she waved her hands, red mouth floating a beautiful smile, looking at Rong Mingyuan's heart, constantly sinking.

Who does she regard him as, Mr. Feng, when she is so unguarded?

Hand's strength can't help but aggravate, finally effortlessly took off her shirt, turned around, her whole spine unreservedly presented in front of him

What appeared before his eyes was a smooth and traceless silk like back.

Reach out and touch Mo, like the top-grade curd warm jade, without any flaw.

"Don't you want it, itch --" in her sleep, she didn't feel it, and just laughed softly.

His eyes were full of total strangeness.

Is this really just a coincidence?

Now plastic surgery technology, is it developed to the point where no trace is left?

He really can't be sure, so want to close, and so powerless.

Her clothes were drenched and she lay naked in the bathtub, but he didn't have any passion. I found a bath towel, wrapped her up and put it on G, then asked someone to wash clothes, dry them and send them back.

In fact, song ruochu's sleep is not steady. The strange environment around her makes her feel uneasy and struggling in her sleep. There are many things that flash like the illusory lens of a movie. She wants to catch them, but she can't catch anything. She just feels that the headache is going to explode and her mouth is dry.

"Water Water... " She pulled back the attention of the man who was thinking alone in front of the window.

Rong Ming took a cup of warm water on the table to cool her, and raised her back to feed her.

For example, her burning throat was comforted by water, which made her feel much more comfortable. Even her brain was clear: "thank you." She took a long breath and looked at the people in front of her with her eyes.

Then, he was stunned. After a few more powerful blinks, the iceberg like face did not disappear, and Cool waves came from Xiang's mouth. As soon as she bowed her head, she screamed out: "ah - ah -" three times in a row, one higher than the other, and almost overturned the house.Rong Mingyuan had a headache and pressed his noisy eardrum. Song ruochu slapped him and scolded him: "you bastard, what have you done to me!"

There was a sharp pain in his cheek. At first, he had unspeakable anger. But when he saw her big eyes that were as angry as brass bells, he said with a smile, "I should ask you this. Have you forgotten what you have done to me?" He only wore a simple bathrobe. As soon as the bathrobe was opened, her strong bronze skin showed perfect and hard lines in her eyes, which was hard to see.