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Holy shit, have you ever seen anyone flirt like that?

"Two people drinking together will be a match. If you win, I'll help you with everything I have. If you lose …" Fu Huayong paused, his hand touching his chin, with a face full of consideration: "What happens if you lose?"

"Just as meson said." Fu Huayong's eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers.

Oh wow, this is a guarantee of victory.

But the result.

Feng Yu obtained the necklace.

"You cheated? Are you sure? Burp. You must have cheated. Otherwise, how could you not blush?"

On the third bottle of beer, Ning Jin saw stars, but he still had some consciousness. Seeing that Feng Yu looked alright, she immediately shouted, "cheating!"

"I didn't cheat, ask Hua Yong if you don't believe me."

Feng Yu had a face full of pride. As a female star, how could she mix with poor alcohol tolerance? How do I get a character?

Compared to her, Ning Jin was nothing.

"I, I'm not going to ask. You all definitely wish to see me make a fool of myself. You all, you all are people with malicious intents." Saying that, Ning Jin burped loudly.

Ning Jin's face was flushed red, he forced himself to stand up from the sofa, and after standing up, his body swayed, as though the next second had arrived. His eyes were blurry and did not have any focus, as his hands continued to play with each other: "You, why do you have two heads, and more so … And it was so ugly? "Haha …"

Turning around, Fu Huayong's face entered his sight.

Ning Jin pouted, why is he always shaking? Was he suffering from ADHD?

"Don't move."

Still fucking moving.

Ning Jin was furious. He bent down and stretched out his arms, grabbing onto Fu Huayong's shoulders tightly, he swore tyrannically: I told you not to move, did you not hear me?

Fu Huayong smiled faintly, allowing Ning Jin to do whatever he wanted as he crossed his legs, as if Ning Jin was just a joke that he could watch.

However, the drunk Ning Jin actually had a bit of flavour. His rosy white skin, exquisite nose, round, blurry eyes, messy hair, alluring fragrance, and delicate yet unassuming expression, all of this suited Fu Huayong's taste.

Especially the pouting of her mouth, it gave people an impulse to be intimate with her.

Slowly, Ning Jin's head drooped down, and the two of them got closer and closer.

Was this the sound of someone kissing?

Instantly.

"Ugh, puke." Ning Jin's expression turned sinister, his stomach churning non-stop.

"Hua Yong..." Feng Yu opened his eyes wide in shock, and the surrounding people were stupefied.

Without any warning, Ning Jin spitted.

"Oh, it hurts!"

Opening his eyes, his head was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to explode.

Ning Jin sat up from the clothes and rubbed his temples, the blanket on his body slipped away and he looked down.

"AHH!" Where are the clothes? Where are my clothes? "

Ning Jin was so scared that all his hairs stood on end. "Oh my god, what did I do yesterday?"

It was not that Ning Jin had never experienced going crazy from alcohol before, but every time, the one who witnessed it was He Jia, but this time … Those people in that room weren't dead.

"Listening to your voice, you've recovered quite well." Unknowingly when, Fu Huayong had walked over with a bath towel around him, and then added: "I've revealed myself."

Ning Jin instantly and fiercely wrapped himself up and glared at him.

Fu Huayong had obviously just taken a bath, and the water droplets on his body had not dried yet.

Inverted Triangle Back, Front Chest Muscles Feel... She was even bigger than her. Her fair body was not weak, and her arms were bulging with muscles. Although the towel covered her lower body, her legs were still very long.

Ning Jin always hated leg hair, but this leg hair, no matter how she looked at it, it was pleasing to the eye.

The thirty-second drunkenness?

"Am I handsome?" His dazzling smile was not stingy at all.

He was really obsessed with it, so he subconsciously nodded his head.

When she thought of this man being together with her, her ears started to turn red.

Before she could regain her senses, Fu Huayong suddenly walked in front of her and pressed down, causing her hair to be drenched in water.

"You, what are you doing?"

When Fu Huayong said this, Ning Jin's face immediately started to burn.

"You seem to like me a lot?"

His voice was extremely charming.

Ning Jin glared: "I do like it, but I do like your skin."

The sincerity of these words could not be ignored.

Fu Huayong squinted his eyes, his expression darkened, he sat up straight, no pressure on his body, even his breathing had become a lot smoother.

Could it be that her outspoken words had hurt her?

"Actually, you look pretty good, and you're also quite nice. Don't be sad."

Fu Huayong frowned.

Which of her eyes saw his sadness?

Thinking about what happened last night, Fu Huayong resisted the urge to slap her and walked out of the room.

Ning Jin was confused.

Why didn't she realize that Fu Huayong's heart was so weak?

After Fu Huayong left, he immediately stood up. To prevent others from peeping, he wrapped the blanket around himself.

He walked around the room for a long time, but there was no sign of a single piece of clothing.

"What do we do without clothes, run naked?"

Once he thought of this question, the door to the room opened once again.

The door lock opened, and an arm wearing a suit extended out, holding a shopping bag on his index finger. Seeing that the shop name meant that it contained a set of female clothing, Ning Jin's eyes lit up.

"Your clothes are missing, you can wear this first."

Hearing the voice, he knew who it was.

Ning Jin's impression of Han Chen had always been at the level of Fu Huayong's good friend, so he did not have much of a good impression of him.

With that, the shopping bag on his finger fell to the ground, and the door closed once again.

Ning Jin wrapped up his blanket and hopped over, holding his clothes, he immediately changed and put them on. After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, Ning Jin left.

When he opened the door, Han Chen looked in. Ning Jin asked curiously: "Why haven't you left yet? You won't wait for me, right? "

He snapped his fingers. "That's right, or what?"

Ning Jin looked around: "Is Fu Huayong not here?" She remembered that Fu Huayong seemed to be wearing a bathrobe and it seemed to be empty inside.

What if he met a big perverted wolf that was filled with greed and greed, wouldn't he be bullied?

Han Chen: "Don't mind him, I'll take you to Gu Yue to get the car now."

Ning Jin nodded.

Looks like I drank quite a bit yesterday.

In the carriage, Han Chen looked at Ning Jin who was trying his best to hold back his laughter and wanted to say something, but he suddenly had a feeling that this was related to her.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, "What are you doing? Constipation? "

There were no profanities in insulting people.

When Ning Jin said this, he could not hold it in and laughed out loud. He could not help but knock on the steering wheel.

Ning Jin was speechless. Was she going to tell his uncle that there was a lunatic here?

After a while, the laughter stopped, but the corners of his mouth still curled up, "Don't you want to know why I'm laughing?"

She wanted to know, but he kept laughing. What could she do?