There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

Helian Quan's voice has always been a magnetism that Zhen Jiabao can't bear, even the drunk Zhen Jiabao is no exception, the warm air from between Helian Quan's lips and teeth sweeps over the tiny fluff on the earlobe, making her whole body tremble uneasy.

At this moment, she didn't know whether the heat on her face was because of the words Helian Quan said in her ear, or simply because of the influence of alcohol. Zhen Jiabao's chaotic brain could only support her to understand Helian Quan's meaning clearly. Then he snorted weakly.

"What are you doing back here? It's not enough to make me angry, right? God knows, even if you live outside, there are still people eager to get close to you. I'm too lazy to watch her pester you."

Zhen Jiabao's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he was trying to convince himself that He Lianquan didn't want to return to Xishan Villa, but his tone was not convincing.

"Hi, I still want to drink—"

In a daze, she wanted to reach out to grab the wine glass, but she forgot that her hand was still held by Helian Quan, and she felt aggrieved and wanted to cry again.

"Why? It's okay to bully me and cheat me before, but now you don't even give me a drink."

Zhen Jiabao's voice was filled with tears immediately, while He Lianquan made up his mind and held back the overflowing distress in his heart. He knew that he must take this opportunity to do something.

So he directly crossed the table with long legs, and came to Zhen Jiabao's side with a beautiful movement, even making Zhen Jiabao who was crying fake forget what he was doing.

During this process, he never let go of Zhen Jiabao's hand, but he didn't twist Zhen Jiabao's wrist because of his actions.

After standing beside Zhen Jiabao, he immediately embraced Zhen Jiabao in his arms, and put his big hand on the back of Zhen Jiabao's head.

Zhen Jiabao:? ? ?

Why did this person hug him all of a sudden?Although the wrist that has been imprisoned has been loosened, but...

The whole face was buried in Helian Quan's chest muscles, Zhen Jiabao said that he was not breathing well, and he didn't know whether to say it or not.

So she threw herself into He Lianquan's arms in a very face-saving manner, and He Lianquan's two hands followed Zhen Jiabao's back as if coaxing a child, patting the back of her head.

"I love you. Even if I have done something sorry to you before, don't you even give me a chance to correct it? You can scold me as much as you want now. I know when you are sober bear with it."

He Lianquan said to Zhen Jiabao as if going all out: "But I will come back to live after today."

Taking advantage of Zhen Jiabao's unconsciousness, Helian Quan forced himself to get benefits, but Zhen Jiabao didn't hear what he was saying at all.

"You still have the chance to refuse now—three two one, then you agree."

As if he was afraid that Zhen Jiabao would really refuse while he was pretending, He Lianquan's speech was very fast, almost fleeting.

Maybe it's because He Lianquan's heart is too broad and gentle, or maybe it's because he has long missed the feeling of being held in his arms, so Zhen Jiabao's struggling movements only lasted for a while and then slowly stopped, with a hot face Also obediently stuck to his chest.

Xin Ya silently poured a glass of wine for herself, and drank the glass to the bottom in one gulp. She didn't feel that she was drunk at all, but looked at Helian Quan and Zhen Jiabao who were embracing each other more.

Gu Ruiyu moved closer to Xin Ya's side, and secretly put his hand around his wife's shoulder from behind.

"Seeing that the two of them are finally showing signs of getting back together, why do I suddenly have a feeling of success and fame?"

Xin Ya smiled. Like Gu Ruiyu, she hoped that Zhen Jiabao and He Lianquan could reconcile as soon as possible, and she was indeed very happy at this time.

Having received approval from Zhen Jiabao to return to live in the Xishan Villa, Helian Quan naturally would not refuse Zhen Jiabao's little request, and after letting go of Zhen Jiabao, he took the initiative to pour a full glass of wine for her.

Zhen Jiabao took the full glass of wine from He Lianquan's hand in a daze, and drank it happily. How about the bottle of wine that He Lian Quan chose was sinister?After drinking this wine, there was no tingling feeling at all.

Even Zhen Jiabao, who is sensitive to alcohol, only thinks that what he drinks is sweet and has a chocolate aroma, which is very delicious.

After boldly drinking the whole glass of wine, Zhen Jiabao even put the glass back in front of Helian Quan.

"More!"

Seeing that the redness on Zhen Jiabao's face deepened, He Lianquan took the opportunity to move beside her, brushing her hair for a while, and helping to straighten her sleeves for a while.

Zhen Jiabao, who was drunk, obviously didn't feel the slightest bit of Helian Quan's little tricks. He let this person do things to him, and he didn't even have the slightest sense of resistance.

At the end, Gu Ruiyu and Xin Ya almost watched He Lianquan carry Zhen Jiabao back to the room, Xin Ya was worried and followed him all the time.

The drunken Zhen Jiabao kept moving even when held in Helian Quan's arms, a cat-meowing sound came out of her throat, accompanied by the grievance after drinking.

He Lianquan comforted her in a low voice when Zhen Jiabao was humming, until Zhen Jiabao slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, then he put her on the bed and covered Zhen Jiabao with a quilt.

After thinking about it, He Lianquan was afraid that Zhen Jiabao would be thirsty when he woke up again, so he turned around and wanted to prepare a glass of lemonade for Zhen Jiabao, which would be delicious when he woke up.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Xin Ya standing at the door of the bedroom with a half smile and arms around his shoulders, and Helian Quan walked towards the door confidently.

"Scheming."

Not knowing whether it was sincere or just joking, Xin Ya looked at her nails and said softly.

"But since it's for Jiabao's benefit, I don't have anything to say. You can do it yourself in the future. My man and I don't want to clean up the mess for you again."

He Lianquan looked at Xin Ya suspiciously, while Xin Ya brushed her hair on her shoulders.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that we didn't want to cooperate with you today, so we just watched you get drunk."

Xin Ya reached out and patted Helian Quan's shoulder.

"If there is a next time, you will not be the one who carefully leaves Xishan Villa."

He Lianquan lowered his eyes and looked at Xinya with a very serious expression.

"Don't worry, I won't allow this to happen again."

Xin Ya naturally knew He Lianquan's thoughts on Zhen Jiabao, but sometimes this person's brains couldn't get over his emotions, so she had to come here to remind him.

At this moment, Xin Ya saw that she had nothing to do with herself, so she turned and left.

"You stay here and take care of Jiabao. I'll watch over the next thing—you said you're doing well, and you messed up a farewell party for KRIS."

Shaking her head helplessly, Xin Ya only left He Lianquan a handsome back view.

When they returned to the yard again, KRIS and little Daniel were waiting for their feedback.

Xin Ya smiled brightly, and said to them: "I'm afraid you won't see the two of them today, and..."

The smile on the corner of Xinya's mouth is mysterious, and there is something that people who see this smile don't know.

Only then did KRIS completely let go of his heart, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether we meet or not, as long as we know that they can reconcile."

Xin Ya nodded seriously.

At this time, outside the Xishan Villa, NICK was nervously talking on the phone with Wuna, who had been in touch all the time.

Today, He Lianquan even gave NICK a day off mercifully because he went back to Xishan Villa to attend the barbecue party, but NICK always puts all his thoughts on work, this accidental holiday is really true Don't know what to do.

Just when he was wondering whether he should spend time going to the gym or reading a book today, he received a call from Wuna.

As soon as he pressed the connect button in a good mood, he heard a burst of crying from the phone.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Oona's cry was like that of a child, with intermittent sobbing, it was so pitiful, and Nick's heart suddenly rose to the throat.

After his continuous questioning, he finally found out what happened from Wuna's mouth.

"...What? You mean that Kuntu's subordinates have made a comeback again."

There was complete surprise in Nick's voice, as if he never expected to hear this from Oona.

He suddenly said to Wu Na nervously: "What's going on? What did he do to you?"

NICK thought about it again, now Kuntu, the chief culprit, is still locked up and working in the mine by his own president, how can his subordinates be active?

However, the panic and fear in Wuna's voice are not fake. NICK has already secretly promised Wuna, so he is naturally very anxious at this time.

"His subordinates have already arrested my father and younger brother, and they are willing to release them only if they want Kuntu to go back."

Wu Na cried as if she was about to let go of her anger on the phone: "But we didn't lock him up, and it's not up to me to let him go back, but they said that if I can't bring him back , will throw my father and younger brother into the mountains..."

On the other side of the phone, Wu Na broke out into another burst of heart-piercing cries, which almost broke Nick's heart.

He was anxiously thinking about how to help Wuna, but unfortunately, no matter how capable he was, he couldn't get involved in the affairs of those tribes in Yun Province.

At least NICK understands the truth that a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake.

So he could only use gentle words to relieve Wuna who was crying for the time being, but when Wuna asked him with an expectant voice if he could help, he fell silent strangely.

"Um..."

What Nick didn't hear was that there seemed to be some other voices in the room where Wuna was calling.

Grinning and crying loudly, but her eyes were not even red, Oona stood up from the chair, frowning and kicked the bound boy on the ground.

The boy was not the only one who was bound hand and foot on the floor of the room, and an old man with a gray beard was looking at Una with painful eyes.

And the boy looked at Wu Na with straightforward hatred and deep contempt.

Wuna even wanted to gouge out the boy's eyes looking at her, feeling like being bitten by a bug, anxious and joyful.