Urban God-level Selection System

Fang Youran on one side naturally saw everything in her eyes. She had reminded her a long time ago, but she was still caught.

Of course she knew who it was, and she kept silent because she knew.

Can only bless her asking for blessings.

I don't know how many cups I have drunk, Luo Yingying was already shaking with drunk.

The voices and laughter of those people became fuzzy, like a bunch of imaginary monsters, which made her feel scared.

She wants to leave here, but she can't move.

The sky is spinning around.

"Ah, what's wrong with you?"

The Mediterranean hurriedly helped Luo Yingying to sit down again, "Mr. Luo, don't leave in such a hurry, someone will send you back later."

"Yes, let's have another drink."

"You haven't toasted to me yet."

Others also echoed.

Luo Yingying pushed open the Mediterranean Sea and slumped on the table. She was really scared.

She was afraid that bad things would happen if she just fell asleep.

She picked up the phone and made a call.

The Mediterranean tried to grab the phone, "Mr. Luo, what kind of phone to make during dinner, let go."

Luo Yingying avoided his big hand.

The call is connected soon.

"Hey?"

It was Zhang Wanlin's voice. Hearing his voice immediately made her feel relieved.

"pick me up."

She tried to suffocate these two words, and the desire to vomit suddenly hit.

She put down the phone and threw up.

"Hey, let me help you go back and rest first."

The Mediterranean borrowed a cell phone to help Luo Yingying.

Luo Yingying slapped his hand and looked at him like an enemy.

"Go away!"

Suddenly hanging up the phone there, Zhang Wanlin was inexplicable.

Listening to the voice is drunk, is it possible that something is wrong?

After thinking for a while, Zhang Wanlin went out decisively.

He also knew about the school's exchange meeting. Luo Yingying told him the location when he received the notice in the morning.

No matter who it is, he can't get close to Luo Yingying.

He is like a trapped little beast, letting them all go away, whether man or woman.

This irritated the Mediterranean.

If you can't bring it into the room for a long time, then this plan will fall through.

Immediately, he took Luo Yingying's wrist forcefully, grabbed the plate in her hand, and said, "Teacher Luo, how do you look like this?"

His tone was half irritated and half gentle.

"Let's go, rest in a room first, and then take you back after sobering up."

He took the opportunity to hug Luo Yingying in his arms, and Luo Yingying resisted desperately, kicking straight with her legs, but she couldn't get out of his bear hug.

Everyone looked in their eyes, but they didn't seem to see them, don't pass their eyes.

They know what the identity of the Mediterranean is, and being able to become a teaching director does not entirely rely on his qualifications, but more on his accumulated contacts.

This is also part of the reason why the principal is polite to him.

Going deeper, if the dean wants to touch any teacher in Beichuan, it is easy.

It's just that Zhang Wanlin is special here.

The identity behind him made him not intend to go deeper.

Fang Youran's cell phone rang, it was a text message from Zhang Wanlin.

It said: "Where are you?"

Fang Youran couldn't help but smile, wondering in his heart that Teacher Zhang was worried about Luo Yingying.

What is the relationship between Teacher Zhang and Luo Yingying secretly?

When he saw the Mediterranean Sea and Luo Yingying together in the room, what would he look like?

It's getting more and more interesting.

Immediately, she replied to the address and told: "Hurry up."

The two words fully reflected Luo Yingying's current situation.

If you go slower, you will be caught in the mouth.

"You guys eat slowly, I will come down after I send Teacher Luo."

The Mediterranean said to the teachers, forcibly holding Luo Yingying and leaving.

"Asshole, let me go!"

"Please, let me go!"

Luo Yingying kicked and hit, with messy hair and disheveled clothes, just like a shrew, attracting people's attention.

But the laughter of the Mediterranean made them all think it was just a couple's quarrel.

It's just that his wife is too pretty.

Going to the guest room on the third floor, the Mediterranean opened the door and threw Luo Yingying in.

Luo Yingying fell on the bed, her body tumbling endlessly with the elasticity of the bed. It looked like a beautiful and pleasant embedded in a quilt, which was full of desire.

Desire burned Mediterranean's mind, and his wicked expression covered his entire face, which looked extremely disgusting.

Luo Yingying wanted to get up, but under the influence of alcohol, she staggered, using no effort to even stand up.

Seeing that she was about to open the door and leave, the Mediterranean immediately picked her up again and rolled onto the bed with herself.

He was like a disgusting and rotten flesh pressed on this flower, slowly taking off his coat.

In the middle-aged blessed belly, disgusting scars appeared in front of him, and the smell of sweat filled the tip of Luo Yingying's nose.

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"Teacher Luo, you see you are so drunk, how can you go back later?

I'll give you a massage now. "

He opened his mouth and smiled.

Luo Yingying twisted her body, her lustful smiling face filled her mind, leaving an indelible wound in her heart.

Tears flowed out desperately, wetting the quilt below.

If anyone can save her now, even help her a little.

Don't let her life be flooded with too much darkness.

The Mediterranean is not closed to the effect.

At this moment, the door opened silently.

A man walked in, he couldn't help but dragged Mediterranean's body to the ground.

Mediterranean raised his eyes angrily to see that it was Ning Li.

Why is this kid here?

It's simply the reverse scale in my heart! He was suddenly furious: "Get out, don't break my good deeds!"

"Oh?

What are you trying to do with my wife? "

Mediterranean was surprised, "Is this your wife?"

"Yes, I just got the certificate not long ago.

Why should I show you the marriage certificate? "

What the Mediterranean did was not glorious. Even if it was not his husband, he was guilty enough, let alone someone else's husband.

This made him even more emboldened, and immediately he picked up his clothes and left with a calm face.

Ning Li said in the back: "You can be polite in school in the future. Otherwise, what can I do as a husband for today's things?"

This is of course a threat to the Mediterranean.

The Mediterranean snorted and left.

Ning Li was sitting next to Luo Yingying. At this moment, her clothes were disheveled, her spring scenery was exposed, and she could not help but arouse pity at the same time. Such an innocent woman was treated like this one day.

I hope not to leave any shadow on her psychology.

"Let's go, it's all right."

Zhang Wanlin tried to pick up Luo Yingying.

Luo Yingying resisted fiercely and slapped him in the face.

"Don't come, don't come."

Obviously, she thought it was the Mediterranean.