Chapter 632

"You..." Lei Hui looked at Chu Jiang with a relaxed face and was stunned. It seemed that he had met a master of shenhaojia.

All the female anchors were intoxicated physically and mentally, and thought with a face of infatuation, Shenhao was originally an expert, so... The Kung Fu in bed must be more rebellious!

Shit, I think of Kung Fu in bed!

However, don't blame them for swinging, because at the moment, they seem to have decided to switch to the platform of Chu Jiang Kai, if the news of Chu Jiang Kai platform is true.

Now that you have decided to cross the Chujiang platform, according to Shenhao's words just now, you will get a reward of 100 million to 200 million on your platform every year. If... You accidentally get hit by millions, you won't make a commitment by yourself. Since you want to make a commitment by yourself, you naturally associate your current Kung Fu with Kung Fu in bed.

This is not only called Lenovo, but also called preparing for a rainy day.

To prepare for a rainy day is to prepare everything silently before it rains.

As for female anchors, they should also prepare silently before receiving the luck. For example, if they have good physique, they will be devastated by this Kung Fu hero when they promise each other in the future.

When the female anchors were YY, Chu Jiang still smiled and said, "I'm not forcing people. Do you drink it yourself or is it fed to you? The last time I ask you."

It's been knocked down several times, isn't it called forcing.

Is there anything more bullying than this?

Lei Hui even cried. It seems that he is doomed tonight. This hospital is settled.

"I... who wants to go? I just want to go to the bathroom." Lei Hui hesitated.

"In my opinion, the bathroom is free. After drinking these three cups, go to the hospital." Chu Jiang's smile remained the same, as if he were trying to persuade his old friend to drink.

In Lei Hui's view, this smile is particularly terrifying, but in the eyes of all female anchors, it is particularly elegant.

"I..."

"I count to three. If you don't drink, I'll... One, two..."

Chu Jiang smiled and counted. When he counted to two, Lei Hui held his breath and drank a cup. Then he held his breath and drank another cup. At this moment, he could not distinguish between the southeast and northwest, and was about to fall.

Chu Jiang's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, like a dream, off and on - "you must drink three cups, or if you get drunk, I will drink it down. At that time, the action was not so elegant."

"Ah!"

Lei Hui was surprised. The devil, this guy is simply a devil. He was frightened by Chu Jiang, and he didn't even have the courage to fall down. He had to touch the third glass of wine and drink it in one gulp.

"Bang".

Lei Hui fell down. Lei Hui, who completely fulfilled his drinking mission, fell down. Next, he didn't know anything.

In fact, nothing happened next. He and a Zhi, including several confidants crouching on the ground, were sent to the hospital by the awake executives.

And the bar, in fact, nothing happened, just like the world, who is missing, the earth will always rotate.

Lei Hui and others left. The crowd in the bar applauded for a while and shouted for a while. Then those who should drink continue to drink, those who should sing continue to sing, and those who should dance continue to dance.

When an anchor asked Chu Jiang, "Shenhao, do you really want to build a live broadcast platform?"

Chu Jiang just smiled faintly: "tonight, I only talk about drinking, just being happy, only talking about romance, not work."

When you're almost drunk, it's natural for men and women to work together.

Chu Jiang, accompanied by Murong Yin, returned to the supreme suite of the hotel.

Chu Jiang drank at least 20 or 30 jin of Baijiu tonight. Even the God of wine should drink water and wake up.

Chu Jiang lay in bed, Murong Yin brought a glass of water.

"Yiner, i... want to drink more." Chu Jiang looked at Murong Yin with drunk eyes and smiled.

"Drink your head, it's already drunk like this. If you drink it again, you'll also drink it into the hospital!" Murong Yin angrily said that at the moment, in fact, she was very worried about Chu Jiang's body. She didn't drink much in the bar. She had been watching Chu Jiang drink, and she was afraid.

It's unimaginable that a person should be able to drink so much wine.

"I... just want to drink your head." Chu Jiang smiled vaguely and punned that this head mainly refers to the head of a woman's chest.

"Get out!" Murong Yin rolled her eyes and fed Chu Jiang water.

Chu Jiang just kept smiling at Murong Yin's... Head.

"Brother Chu, who the hell are you? Don't say you're a little driver. The little driver's Kung Fu is against the sky. I can fight against the sky, but how can the little driver reward more than 100 million for the female anchor?!"

"Also, your drinking capacity is too amazing. It's the God of wine who is alive. No, the God of wine is not your opponent."

"Brother Chu, can you take your hand away first? You... Hurt me a little."

Murong Yin nagged for two or three sentences, and found that Chu Jiang was holding the hand of duanshui.

"Yin'er, in fact, I have only one identity here, that is... Man. And you are a woman."

"Men? Women?"

Murong Yin lowered her head slightly, and the red clouds rose on her face, very shy.

"Let me touch it." Chu Jiang smiled drunk, lifted Murong Yin's skirt directly, and then put his hand on her thigh.

Feeling the warmth from her thighs, Murong Yin blushed indescribably. Her head was almost buried in her chest. Looking at the hand swimming on her thigh, she couldn't say a word.

Yes, in fact, she has always had the idea of dedicating herself to the Yangtze River, as long as I am not a wretched uncle or a bald old man.

At this moment, I am Changjiang, but I have become his brother Chu. Brother Chu, who lived under the same roof for a period of time, gave her the first hug and grabbed her first kiss.

In fact, these are not the key. The key is... Brother Chu seems to be trying to marry his best friend Ye Qingcheng. How can he... Cross his legs?

Murong Yin began to tangle.

"Yin'er, it feels good. Your beautiful legs can make all men play for a lifetime!" Chu Jiang giggled and swallowed his saliva, as if he were eating something delicious.

"Brother Chu..." Murong Yin pressed his hand on Chu Jiang's hand, trying to stop Chu Jiang's hand from going deep, but how can Murong Yin's strength be compared with Chu Jiang's strength? Murong Yin was helpless and had to let Chu Jiang's hand Swim to the root of his thigh.

"Hey, where is this place? It seems to have a more layered sense. Well, it's crisp and itchy, as if it has entered the depths of the jungle... Shh, quiet, there must be deep streams in the depths of the jungle, and there must be gurgling water..." Chu Jiang tilted his head, closed his eyes, as if he were talking in a dream.

"Brother Chu..." Murong Yin instantly lost all resistance, and his whole body was soft, and he also made a dreamy voice.