unscrupulous pregnant woman

Cheng Yuan came to the hotel according to the address, and watched Han Yang sitting on the toilet disheveledly holding a bottle of liquor.

His face was full of saliva while sleeping, and he would smack his mouth obscenely from time to time.

"Get up and go home."

Han Yang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and smirked at him twice:

"Who are you?"

For a moment, Cheng Yuan wondered why he came to pick up Han Yang?No relatives and no reason, but it's just a piece of dog skin plaster, why don't you just let him sleep here?

Cheng Yuan was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he had no choice but to help him up and get out.

It's okay if he doesn't move, Han Yang simply hangs on his body with his hands and feet, and still refuses to let go:

"My stomach hurts! Don't touch me, I don't want to walk... My stomach hurts..."

Cheng Yuan put one arm around his waist, and was slammed by Han Yang, leaning against the wall with a plop, and the baby between their legs directly came into intimate contact through the trousers.

Cheng Yuan took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kill and dissect the corpse, pinched Han Yang's jaw with one hand, and said in a deep voice:

"If you play drunk with me again, I'll kill you right here!"

Han Yang raised his head and looked at him with watery eyes. He didn't know if he understood the meaning of the words. He smirked twice for a long time, rubbed his head on his neck twice, and said in a low voice:

"Please do."

Cheng Yuan's temples jumped twice, and Han Yang was pressed against the wall like a thunderstorm, and he gnawed on his neck.

Originally, he planned to sober up Han Yang, but as soon as the tip of his tongue touched his skin, he couldn't control it.

It's like a piece of cream in your mouth, soft and sweet.But it is not as greasy as butter, but it is tempting to try again and again.

"what……"

Han Yang made a pleasant and sweet sound, and held Cheng Yuan's head in both hands, letting him lick his neck and chest.

One leg restlessly raised up to encircle Cheng Yuan's waist, rubbing repeatedly.

"Mr. Han, are you okay?"

The waiter asked several times, but no one responded when he heard the movement inside, so he opened the curtain nervously.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, your legs are weak.

What happened to the strange postures of these two people, the half-unbuttoned shirts, and the fierce gaze projected there?

"Han... Mr. Han... are you okay?" Ma Ma!Someone stared at me!

"He's fine." Cheng Yuan withdrew his gaze coldly, reached out to fasten the buttons of Han Yang's shirt, and walked out with his arms in his arms expressionlessly.

A drunk who was rambling about something was leaning on the arms of a tall and strong man with an indifferent face. The diners outside looked over and whispered with puzzled faces.

How can it be strange and at the same time feel a bit suitable?

Cheng Yuan helped Han Yang onto the motorcycle several times, but the man fell down as if he had no bones.

If you scold him a few words, you must sit on the side of the road, raise your head and stare at those two big watery eyes, pouted your red and swollen mouth from a kiss just now, and looked at yourself innocently and pitifully.

Cheng Yuan squatted down, looked at Han Yang with a sigh, and tried to soften his voice: "Be obedient, can you go home?"

Han Yang stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and suddenly burst into tears: "Everyone has parents and mothers, why am I the only one who doesn't have anything! They committed crimes outside and someone wiped their butts when they returned, and me! Hit him!" I lost my tooth and swallowed it in my stomach! My mother wanted me to compete for the family property, so I had to play tricks with my own father, who said that crying children have candy, who am I to cry with!"

The people who came out of the restaurant looked like they had seen a ghost, seeing this delicate-looking man squatting on the side of the road crying with snot and tears, out of breath.

Cheng Yuan put his arms around the back of his head, pressed it directly on his chest, and patted the hairy head in comfort:

"Don't cry, don't be afraid of being laughed at."

Han Yang was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, he tugged at his clothes, his nose and tears dripped all over his head, and he bit Cheng Yuan's ear hard, leaving a tooth mark as if he did not forget revenge.

"Won't you say something nice to comfort me?"

This strength was nothing to Cheng Yuan, he patiently hugged Han Yang into his arms, then stretched out his hand to call for a taxi on the side of the road, and stuffed Han Yang into it.

I don't know if there were outsiders present, but Han Yang was surprisingly obedient along the way, pulling Cheng Yuan's shirt and watching him helplessly, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

At home, Cheng Yuan paid for the car.

"vomit……"

Before he had time to mourn his deflated wallet, he was vomited all over by Han Yang, a drunk.

With a dark face, Cheng Yuan carried Han Zuzong upstairs, kicked open the door, threw Han Yang onto the sofa, and plunged into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Cheng Yuan looked at himself covered in dirt and looked embarrassed, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly.

He is really unlucky in the past, or should he find a master to make a calculation some other day?