Noble wife

Liu Yuhang was also very desperate. Originally, when Su Ranran asked the waiter to get the wine, he was confident and confident. Who knew that the two girls could not drink as much as the other, and he didn't know where the courage to drink came from.

"Mr. Bo, please take care of Ms. Zhong." Liu Yuhang looked at Bo Chou, as if looking at a troubled brother.It's a joke, one idol drama after another, the way Bo Chou looks at Zhong Ziqi doesn't look like a so-called ordinary friend.He's not stupid, why can't he see Bo Chou's feelings for Zhong Ziqi.

He was very satisfied with Liu Yuhang's "understanding" and looked at him with teasing eyes. With a slight movement of his lips and teeth, he told Su Ranran's home address.

Liu Yuhang followed Bo Chou's eyes and looked at Su Ranran who was still unconsciously leaning in his arms, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.The manager has already made more than one phone call, and he is afraid that if he doesn't reply to a message, the manager will fly over and peel off his skin.

Liu Yuhang supported Su Ranran's body with his shoulders helplessly, switched the contract and advertisement design drafts to one hand, and typed with the other.He simply told the manager that he drank too much and was really uncomfortable and went home first. Then, regardless of what the manager replied, he decisively turned off the phone and put the phone back.

The little girl leaning on his shoulder was not at all restless, as if unconsciously rubbing against Liu Yuhang's chest, Liu Yuhang rolled his eyes at the sky again, and stopped a taxi.

Liquor tasting is something that Zhong Ziqi has never had. Even though Bo Lian put her in the co-pilot's seat and tied her tightly with a seat belt, she is still restless.

Bo Chou's head is getting bigger, but the car he drove is a supercar, there is no back seat for people to put people in, and he can't bear to throw his hands into the trunk, so he can only accept it from Zhong Zi in despair. Qi's torture.

At the beginning, Zhong Ziqi was just mumbling, and Bo Chou couldn't hear clearly, but it seemed that even in her dream, this girl was still thinking about drinking with Su Ranran. It was "one more drink", Bo Chou shook his head when he heard it, and only wanted to warn Zhong Ziqi when he woke up.In the worst case, tell Bai to extradite the matter and let him take care of Su Ranran. As long as these two women are not brought together, such a serious drunken incident may not happen.

Thinking about it, when the traffic policeman in front waved, Bo Chou stopped obediently by the side of the road. Although no one would dare to do any inspections in his capacity, Bo Chou was still a law-abiding citizen after all. I don't want to break social rules for no reason.

The traffic police had nothing serious to do, it was just a routine alcohol level check.Because of Zhong Ziqi, the entire supercar smelled like beer, and the traffic police had to be vigilant, for fear that Bo Chou was also a drunk on the road.Fortunately, the data explained the problem, and Bo Chou politely handed over the testing equipment, ready to continue driving.

At this moment, an accident happened. Zhong Ziqi, who had been just mumbling all this time, unknowingly opened her seat belt. Under the watchful eyes of the traffic police comrades, she forcibly turned Bo Chou's face to face her.

With a "pop", Zhong Ziqi kissed Bo Chou's face with a clear and loud voice.Comrades in the traffic police are not fools, the person driving the supercar must be a rich man, and the face of this rich man is darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The traffic policeman almost snatched the testing equipment from Bo Chou, and ran away without saying a word or looking.Bo Chou raised the window little by little, his eyes darkened to the extreme, looking at the woman who was destroying his sanity.

Damn it, does she know what she's doing, or rather, does she know who she is?

Zhong Ziqi didn't respond, and even pinched the flesh on Bo Chou's face with great interest, and then there was another loud "paji", this time, the drunk finally spoke, with drunkenness and pride , "Give you a stamp!"

Bo Chou bit her lower lip, quietly watching Zhong Ziqi's next move.Putting a poke on it didn't seem to satisfy Zhong Ziqi, the unsatisfied drunk wrapped his index finger around his hair, and poked Bo Chou's chest again and again.

"It feels good." The drunkard sighed inarticulately.

If there is no reaction at this time, he, Bo Chou, is not a man. Bo Chou quickly opened his seat belt, and looked at Zhong Ziqi with dark eyes, like a lamb being sent to the tiger's mouth.

Zhong Ziqi raised his head and met his gloomy eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Bo Chou suddenly had a bad premonition, almost subconsciously, and leaned back. As expected, with a "wow", Zhong Ziqi vomited all over the car.

Even if Bo Chou stepped back, how much space there is in the car, the clothes and pants are full of vomit, and the car is full of half-fermented food, it's hard to say.

Bo Chou opened all the windows, including the sunroof above his head, fastened the seat belts on the two of them, and drove Zhong Ziqi along like a racing car.

After vomiting, Zhong Ziqi finally regained consciousness, and the strong feeling of pushing her back made her lean on the back of the chair and have no chance to do other things.

When he stopped again, he saw an extremely gorgeous hotel in front of him, Bo Chou put Zhong Ziqi on his shoulders, and casually asked the hotel management staff to help him arrange a car wash, and went to the front desk to reserve a presidential suite.

The front desk lady who works in a high-end hotel is so clever, she decisively wrote down the approximate height and body shape of Bo Chou and Zhong Ziqi, and turned around to ask someone to prepare a change of clothes.

Bo Chou doesn't think he is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he definitely doesn't mean cleanliness, but the smell of vomit on his body is unbearable for anyone, let alone the object of this incident is Bo Chou, and it happened there At such a time, Bo Chou once suspected that he would leave a shadow in his life.

After finally arriving at the presidential suite, Bo Chou almost threw Zhong Ziqi onto the gentle Simmons, then poured hot water smoothly, took off his clothes, and soaked himself in the hot water.

When Zhong Ziqi vomited, he almost emptied the contents of his stomach, and his hair, which Bo Chou didn't notice, was also stained a lot.

Bo Chou's hand rubbing his hair was somewhat violent, he just wished he could find a brush and brush his whole body carefully before giving up.

However, the dirty things on the hair are not easy to deal with. The more anxious Bo Chou is, the more unclean it will be. In addition, Bo Chou has the habit of spraying a little hairspray on her head every morning. Not to mention washing it clean, but Bo Chou's temper became more and more irritable, and he almost picked out the culprit and beat him up.