Han Yulong's little assistant

At the same time, Quan Zhilong in the private room was curling up on the sofa with a wine bottle in his arms, no matter how much Dong Yongpei persuaded him, he couldn't get up. Seeing the bamboo horse play like a rascal after being drunk, Dong Yongpei expressed a little drunk.

"What's wrong with him?" An Ran came to see such a scene, pointed to the person on the sofa, glanced at the empty box, and asked with some doubts.

Isn't it just a party?Why is he drunk like this alone?

Dong Yongpei shook his head secretly sad: "I'll go pick up the car."

An Ran nodded, and when she turned around to face the sleepy man on the sofa, she felt a headache again. She stretched out her hand and held the wine bottle in his arms. Before she could use any force, someone suddenly opened her eyes——

"Little assistant, you are here!"

The voice is unprecedentedly soft, the unique little milk voice has a hint of coquettishness, and the brown eyes are shining with stars, shining brightly, making An Ran stunned by accident!

"Oh……"

Looking at Quan Zhilong again, his expression is very gentle, his eyes are warm, he is in a very good mood now, really very good, just thinking about the little assistant, the little assistant appeared in front of him like an angel!

What does this mean, he and the little assistant really have a tacit understanding.

A certain scumbag seemed to want to show that he was really happy. When he threw away the wine bottle and sat up and was about to hug An Ran, he suddenly stopped, approached An Ran and sniffed, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said:

"You smell like other men."

"what?"

An Ran blinked her eyes, and turned her body to dodge backwards. She felt that the current Quan Zhilong showed signs of blackening, and felt that it would be very dangerous.

"How can you smell like other men?"

Quan Zhilong grabbed her hand first, said these words in a cold tone, his face was cold, his brows were furrowed as if distressed, his eyes fell into silence.

The surrounding atmosphere is very quiet, so quiet that An Ran's scalp is numb, and her arms are still being held tightly. Too many uncertain factors make An Ran's heart beating drums, which has no sense of security. What does Quan Zhilong want? what?

Just when she was uneasy, Quan Zhilong suddenly raised his head again, his eyes lit up, and swept away the cold and depressed aura just now, like a Sichuan opera changing face, with a simple smile like a baby, and said:

"It's okay, I'll clean it for you, little assistant, please be good in the future!"

"No, no need..."

Quan Zhilong's style of painting became more and more weird, An Ran tried his best to bend his neck back, and his wrists were also struggling to free himself, but the strength of someone after drinking was definitely the type of cheating.

Just when Quan Zhilong was about to cover An Ran's lips, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Dong Yongpei's voice came:

"Yunnaxi, the car has been taken out to the door—"

'Snapped--'

Suddenly other voices seemed to have touched a switch on An Ran's body, and the person was not so stiff. In a second, when the knife was raised and lowered, someone who had just hung up had already collapsed on the sofa.

That sharp hand knife, that skilled movement made Dong Yongpei, who had just opened the door, get a chill on the back of his neck. He was neither advancing nor retreating. He suddenly felt a little sad. Why did he let him see their little assistant so cruel with his own eyes? side?

An Ran breathed out, as if thinking that there were people at the door, she hurriedly took a few steps back as far as she could get away from the sofa, put her face aside, tilted her head and asked cutely:

"Why did he fall asleep?"

Dong Yongpei: ... Lie, I can see with both eyes that you knocked people out! ! !