The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 471 "Hua Rong, don't lend me wine to pretend to be crazy."

After a few seconds of silence, she heard the man's heavy breathing.

Just when she thought the man was about to lose his temper, the phone was cut off, and there was a rapid beeping in her ears.

What is constantly changing outside the car window is the bustling night scene of the imperial capital.

Hua Rong threw the phone back into the bag, thinking casually, it might not be too easy to go back at night.

In Maple Bridge Villa.

The man standing in front of the French window in the living room dropped his arm holding the phone.

Mrs. Zhang came up and asked, "Sir, when will Madam arrive? Do you need to warm up the food first?"

Jiang Yunshen turned around expressionlessly, walked towards the restaurant with long legs, and said indifferently, "No need."

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When Huarong arrived at the restaurant, Mo Nian and Xia Quan had already arrived, so she simply asked He Yan to eat with them before leaving, and it was convenient for her to drive her back at night.

He Yan didn't make much excuses and refused, and sat down together with a smile.

Hua Rong took out the presents for them and handed them to each of them. The dishes were already ordered, and the first dish was served within 5 minutes after she was seated. The timing was just right.

They didn't start eating until after seven o'clock, and they ate and chatted until after nine o'clock. They ate some dessert after the meal, drank a few bottles of wine, and the time soon approached ten o'clock.

First, Han Fang, who was supposed to be at the end of the party outside, called and heard that they hadn't gone back yet. The boss came over impatiently and wanted to take them back, so Mo Nian also called and asked for a price. He Yan, who didn't drink, was Hua Rong's driver.

It was past ten o'clock when we returned to Fengqiao Villa.

Huarong was a little drunk——

She felt that she was not drunk, because she felt that her mind was still clear, but her body was not so obedient.

He Yan helped her into the living room, and Aunt Zhang hurriedly greeted her when she heard the sound, "Madam, you are drunk..."

"No," she covered half of her face, "I just had a few drinks."

He Yan handed the person over to Mrs. Zhang, then went back to the car and took the suitcase down to the living room.

Mrs. Zhang helped her to sit on the sofa, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to sober up..."

Just as he was talking, the sound of footsteps collapsing on the stairs sounded, and the man in daytime trousers and shirt stepped up the stairs step by step, his face was full of indifference, his eyes were cold, and when he approached, Auntie Zhang was even more shocked. I dare not even speak.

Hua Rong was lying on the armrest of the sofa, the blush on her face extended to her ears buried by her hair.

Jiang Yunshen glanced at her, then at the luggage that He Yan placed next to the coffee table, raised his hand and hugged the woman on the sofa horizontally, "The hangover tea is ready and sent to the bedroom."

Mrs. Zhang nodded repeatedly.

As soon as the man approached, Hua Rong smelled that familiar aura, she frowned and pushed him instinctively, murmuring vaguely and repulsively, "Go away."

Layers of haze fell from his handsome and indifferent face.

He picked her up by the waist and walked upstairs.

The woman was restless, kept struggling, and even pushed and beat him.

Jiang Yunshen lowered his head and glanced at her, and the hand that landed on her waist withdrew so hard, "Hua Rong, don't lend me a drink to pretend to be crazy."

Her waist suddenly hurt, and she was pinched by a few of his fingers.

After taking two deep breaths, he half-closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Put me down."

Of course men don't listen to her.

Hua Rong didn't do any futile gestures or speak futile lines anymore, anyway, she was really drunk, dizzy and weak.

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