Erosion Bone Pet Marriage: Good morning, my wife

Because of playing the hanging bottle, Fu Shengyuan's right hand has been maintaining a posture, probably for too long, his arm is a little stiff, he raised his hand, put his wrist on the back of the comfortable camel sofa, the home clothes rolled up to the elbow , and stretched out his hand to rub the back of his slightly bruised hand.

"Are you listening to me?" Song Yinan looked irritable.

Fu Shengyuan squinted his eyes, tidied up the corners of his clothes in an orderly manner, turned slightly sideways, and his calm and mature introverted aura was undoubtedly revealed: "Are you finished?"

Song Yinan quieted down, looking at him with some surprise.

Fu Shengyuan adjusted his sitting posture, and said mellowly: "After talking, just accompany me to the night scene."

"Go to the bar with your body?" Song Yinan stared straight at her eyes, "Old Fu, is your head okay? If you are sick, I'll find someone to treat you."

Fu Shengyuan was obviously too lazy to talk to him, he raised his hand and pulled out the needle, turned slightly sideways, stood up from the sofa, and went straight into the bedroom.

He didn't change out of his home clothes, probably because he expected he wouldn't have to stay outside for a long time.

He raised his hand to take a dark blue windbreaker from the hanger, and casually draped it over his body. The neat cut made him look thinner.

"Let's go."

Without any discussion, Fu Shengyuan just glanced at Song Yinan indifferently, took the car keys by himself, and left the suite.

"Damn it!" Song Yinan cursed in a low voice, and could only follow with aggrieved expression.

……

The black Lincoln business car drove to the night and stopped outside the door. Song Yinan looked back at Fu Shengyuan who was in the back seat of the car, and said in a cold voice: "I don't usually see you drinking. Where did the interest come from today? I have to run to Is this a broken bar?"

Fu Shengyuan ignored him and just sat quietly.

Song Yinan frowned slightly, with a look of surprise on his face: "Aren't you going to get out of the car?"

"Wait for the rabbit."

People in the back seat cherish words like gold.

Song Yinan was puzzled, and after half an hour, Qiao Wanwan dragged the drunk Gu Nanshu out of the gate, and he suddenly realized.

Suddenly recalling the LCD TV in the hotel suite, he stared straight at the person in the back seat: "Old Fu, you installed a tracker on Gu Nanshu!"

Fu Shengyuan pursed his lips and smiled, rolled down the car window, and said to Song Yinan, "Go and help."

Qiao Wanwan hugged Gu Nanshu's waist, stopped on the side of the road, stretched out her hand to hail a taxi, and caressed Gu Nanshu's back.

Gu Nanshu wore a sequined evening dress, the red was high-profile and flamboyant, it was not her own clothes at first glance.But such a nude Monroe style exposed her slender neck and white and smooth back, and her uneven figure was unobstructed.

There were a lot of drinkers passing by, most of them were drunk, and their blurred eyes always unconsciously glanced at Gu Nanshu.It was a little too much, and even leaned forward to ask for contact information.

"Girl, leave a phone number!"

"Niu, I think you're quite drunk! Can you walk? Do you want my brother to take you home!"

Gu Nanshu's head was dizzy, and he couldn't react naturally.

"What the hell?! Get the hell out of here, old lady!" Qiao Wanwan was a fierce master, so she started cursing immediately.

"Damn it! Stinky bastard! If you don't eat a toast, you will be punished!"

Those men became irritable after drinking, and they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to touch their hands without asking what kind of place Night Sultry was.