unscrupulous pregnant woman

Han Yang drank up the rest of the wine on the table. It wasn't that he was so sad that he needed alcohol to resolve it, but that he had been suffering from insomnia all year round since the little monkey left.

At first I just took medicine, but once I took too much medicine, my roommate in the same room took me to the hospital in the middle of the night, and I had to do gastric lavage and hang water for a whole night.

He remembered what the little monkey told him before he left, and he didn't dare to touch the medicine anymore.

Someone suggested that he see a psychiatrist. In fact, Han Yang knew what was wrong with him, and he also knew that the only solution was to get out of the pain of leaving the little monkey, but he was unwilling.

If even my father, who is pregnant in October, forgets about the little monkey, then the little monkey in heaven must be very lonely.

Many methods have been used, the most effective of which is drinking.Han Yang used to cry a lot when he drank too much, but now that he has no one to rely on for so many years, his temper gradually calmed down, and later he often lay down and fell asleep when he was drunk, so as not to cause trouble to others.

It's just that he occasionally wakes up in the middle of the night, reaching out to touch the head of the bed, remembering that there is no sugar there, he can't help but feel lonely again.

After drinking all the wine, he took a shower in a daze. When he came out, he glanced at the bed made by the servant. After hesitating for a while, he lay down on the sofa, arched his body slightly into the shape of a dried shrimp.

The night fell, and it was pitch black for a hundred miles around, but the villa of Alexandre was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.Han Yang wrapped himself in a blanket, even though he stretched out the excitement, he still felt a little lonely.

In a daze, half dream and half awake, he threw away the blanket on his body. The smell on it made him feel strange, and made him unable to sleep peacefully.

Cheng Yuan calmed down the guests downstairs, and he was always thinking about Han Yang, so he hurried upstairs after saying a few words, and when he opened the door, he saw Han Yang lying on the sofa, wearing only a nightgown, showing his slender fair skin Long legs, half-covered and half-covered, quite a bit of the beauty of holding a pipa half-covered.

He walked over, put one hand on Han Yang's thigh, squatted down, and whispered with a nose-to-nose smile: "If you seduce me like this again, my self-control for this month will be completely destroyed. gone."

Han Yang woke up, turned over with half-closed eyes, and put his arms around Cheng Yuan's neck.As if the unhappiness just now hadn’t happened at all, he said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Self-control is the ability to withstand temptation, and it is only hypocrisy to surrender so easily."

"You should know that I have no self-control when facing you." Cheng Yuan stuck to his temples, gently rubbing Han Yang's soft hair with the palm of his hand, and said in a deep voice, "In order not to let you think that I am fake , then I have to try harder. But...if you keep teasing me like this, I promise I won't last too long. "

Han Yang smiled lowly, and leaned over to block Cheng Yuan's next words.

The two exchanged a deep French kiss, and when they let go, Cheng Yuan ruffled his hair: "I remember you were always fragrant before, not full of alcohol."

Han Yang sat up and wrapped the blanket around his body, Cheng Yuan sat beside him, and he leaned over: "Then I won't drink anymore."

"Han Yang, you can be yourself anytime by my side." Cheng Yuan stretched out his hand to Han Yang's weakened shoulder, and sighed indistinctly.

Although Han Yang is leaning in his arms at this moment, with the traces of the deep kiss just now hanging on the corner of his mouth, Cheng Yuan knows how close the two are now, and Han Yang's heart grows under that chest. Just how far away from him.

咚咚

The servant knocked on the door of the bedroom, saying that the banquet was about to officially start, and Alexandre was ready to go downstairs. Han Yang nodded and got up, changed into a maroon suit, and let Cheng Yuan pull his hands down the stairs with him.

The beige British-style spiral staircase, the exquisite and luxurious crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, and the works of Western painters hanging on the walls, some of which are even out of print.

People dressed in grand dresses accompanied by melodious music shuttled in the center of the dance floor.

Everyone was a little surprised by Han Yang's appearance. After all, although Cheng Yuan has been getting gossip for so many years, he has heard that he can take all men and women.However, he has never brought anyone to a family banquet, which shows that Han Yang's status is very unusual.

Being able to enter the room like this must have been approved by Alexandre.Some bolder ones have already begun to speculate whether Han Yang will be the... madam beside the future Patriarch?

After going down the stairs, Cheng Yuan thoughtfully picked up the wine glass for Han Yang, and exchanged whispers with him from time to time.

Alexandre came down from upstairs in formal clothes with a straight back. This elderly man refused to use any crutches. He was like an emperor, resisting his own aging.

After briefly introducing the identities of the Earl and Madame, although everyone knew it long ago, they announced it so openly, which naturally established the foundation for Alexandre's property.

At the beginning of the banquet, many people gathered around Han Yang, exhausting flattery words, Cheng Yuan was called out by Alexandre, Han Yang could only listen patiently, with a polite smirk on his face.

A: "Mr. Han, you are really the most temperamental oriental man I have ever seen."

"Really? Thank you for your compliment, and your temperament is also very good."

B: "Mr. Han, I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to visit my farm. There is good red wine there, and you will be satisfied."

"I hope to have the opportunity to taste it in the future."

"Mr. Han..."

"Mr. Han..."

"Mr. Han..."

Holding a glass of wine, Wimboth sat on the sofa not far away and watched amusedly surrounded by everyone.

It wasn't until Han Yang's forehead was sweating, and his eyes were a little dull, that he walked over with a glass of wine in a leisurely manner, and whistled frivolously: "Han Yang, you are still so beautiful, you are astonished."

The people who surrounded Han Yang just now looked for an excuse to leave.For a while, finally only Wenbosi and himself were left, but somehow Han Yang's pressure was no less than before.

He patiently took a glass of wine, clinked glasses with Wimboth's, and said with a half-smile: "Mr. Wimboth has seen enough excitement?"

"Looking at you, a cunning fox, surrounded by a group of dogs and showing a look of being overwhelmed, I really feel that I have picked up a treasure." Wimbleth admitted frankly, raised his hand to drink a glass of wine, and added: "But tonight you still didn't disappoint me."

"What a coincidence, Mr. Wimbs tonight is not beyond my expectation." Han Yang smiled.

"Oh?" Wimbus's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer to him: "What do you think of me?"

Han Yang took a step back, took a sip of red wine in a leisurely manner, aroused Wenbosi's interest, and then slowly said: "Gentle and excellent. But... the behavior is frivolous and very unruly."

Wenbosi was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed out loud: "Han Yang, Han Yang, you are the first person who dares to say that about me. But it is undeniable that you are really an interesting prey."

Han Yang always had a polite smile on his face, and moved gracefully towards Cheng Yuan who was looking for him. When he passed by Wenbosi's side, his eyes flashed a little slyly: "Mr. Wenbosi, don't you want to know more interesting things? For example ..."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows at the medal of human head hanging on the wall, but said nothing.

Wenbosi looked in Han Yang's direction, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Then a playful smile slowly appeared on that pretty face, he put down the wine glass, and slowly stroked his chin with one hand, his eyes were like a leopard watching its prey, revealing a dangerous light:

"interesting."