When Song Ruobai heard Zhang Jian's words, she was obviously a little disappointed, but she didn't say much, just drank on her own.

If you want to talk about Song Ruobai, Zhang Jian admitted that she is an authentic beauty, but Zhang Jian doesn’t catch a cold. Maybe it’s because she flirts with her.

Zhang Jian did not stop her from drinking. Sometimes he would even touch a glass, which was soon half an hour.

Although Yangluogong is beer, it is still more than ten degrees. After so much wine, even Zhang Jian has a little bit of a rise.

Song Ruobai, who doesn't drink often, gets dizzy.

She was muttering something in her mouth, and Zhang Jian couldn't hear it clearly.

Fortunately, this guy doesn't go crazy.

"Hey, where is your home?"

Zhang Jian shook Song Ruobai.

"No, don't know."

Song Ruobai shook her head. She shakingly wanted to stand up, but almost fell down.

Seeing this, Zhang Jian had to help him up quickly.

"It's so troublesome. If I had known that you were drunk and I would never have messed with you!"

Zhang Jian helped his head. This girl was a little fierce today. Even if she drank a cup of glasses, Zhang Jian couldn't bear it anymore.

Soon, sitting on Zhang Jian's Phaeton, he did not choose to be a big Benz, mainly low-key!

Drive home on the way.

"You bastard, I give you so much money a year to appraise treasures, and the wind will not blow and the sun will not be exposed. In the end, I didn't expect that you would still want to fuck me. Go to death!"

"A stinky man, a man is shameless!"

In the car, Song Ruobai cursed, and his young wife looked so angry.

"Hey, your attack is a bit wider, right? Not all men are like this, right?"

Zhang Jian's face was full of dark lines and a little depressed. He could be shot even if he drove. Moreover, the information this guy said was a bit too much. What does it mean to give money and want to pick up the boss?

There are such good things?

Song Ruobai shook his head: "Master, don't you like me? I'm a rich woman, and there are so many billions. As long as I get a cum in me, I won't need to...oh!"

Without even speaking, Song Ruobai started to vomit.

Zhang Jian’s poor little Tengteng turned into a scrap car before he could drive it for a day!

"Mom! Female donor, you can't vomit this!"

Zhang Jian was shocked. What a car he just bought! Let you ruin it like this?

Zhang Jian even had the heart to kick her down at this time. Is it easy for her to work hard to buy a car for two million yuan? Although this guy also contributed a little.

"Miss Song, can you stop vomiting in my car?"

"cannot!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jian replied as soon as he finished speaking, and then Zhang Jian's car was in trouble.

A smell of alcohol and some stomach acid spread in the car.

Zhang Jian had no choice but to endure the discomfort. He ran all the way up and drove towards his home.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jian looked reluctantly at Xiao Huihui who was going to get moldy tomorrow.

"Female donor, you are so heavy!"

Zhang Jian sighed.

"Damn why are you pinching me!"

There was a pain in the waist, and Zhang Jian's soft flesh was rotated 360 degrees.

Zhang Jian endured the pain and kept slapping the other person's back. Sure enough, Song Ruobai vomited a few more times before letting go of his waist.

After a sigh of relief, Zhang Jian's pace accelerated a lot.

Back in the room, Zhang Jian sorted out the dolls and other things on the sofa, then threw Song Ruobai on the sofa, and he found a quilt and threw it on her body.

After doing everything, Zhang Jian nodded with satisfaction.

It’s already great to bring her back that place. As for the bed? Don’t even think about it!

There are a lot of privacy on the bed!

Zhang Jian glanced at Song Ruobai who was sleeping quietly, and walked to the living room to start practicing martial arts.

After Zhang Jian practiced martial arts, he developed a habit of practicing martial arts without sleeping.

If you don’t compress your sleep, you may not be able to do it, but Zhang Jian can. He can practice Xingyiquan to keep his mind from being mentally unhappy, but this may be short-term, and it will be different if your body can’t bear it in the future.

After punching for another three hours, it was over twelve o'clock. Zhang Jian looked at the sleeping beauty again.

He has no idea at all, do you like what happens with a drunk?

And exercise can reduce desire.

Shaking his head, Zhang Jian returned to the room and turned on the system properties.

Zhang Jian still has no tasks to take over here. The system has not assigned him tasks these days, which makes Zhang Jian a little depressed.

Before he knew it, Zhang Jian fell asleep. Maybe he was too tired recently. Zhang Jian was sleeping unexpectedly this time.

In the early morning, a sensation of itch at the tip of his nose came, and Zhang Jian suddenly opened his eyes. He almost punched him.

The eyes were filled with big eyes and the delicate face appeared in front of Zhang Jian.

Seeing Zhang Jian wake up, Song Ruobai felt embarrassed and his hair was closed.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Jian was patient and spoke slowly.

"You brought me home last night?"

"yes!"

"What did you not do?"

"You're drinking like a silly*What can I do?"

Zhang Jian said without any hesitation that he vomited a car last night. It was not stupid. He felt sorry for his own Xiao Huihui.

"Sorry, I was in a bad mood yesterday. By the way, I remember that yesterday I seemed to have dirty your car, so I will give you my big pedal!"

Song Ruobai didn't care about his big horse, like a toy.

"I'd better take it to wash it myself. When you wake up, you'll take a taxi back by yourself."

Zhang Jian waved his hand, and he looked like he drove people away.

"You just don't welcome me?"

Song Ruobai frowned. He didn't seem to have done anything, right?

"No, your clothes are so affected by my development."

Zhang Jian looked in front of him, then swallowed his saliva.

lsp!

After cursing inwardly, Song Ruobai blushed and then walked out.

Zhang Jian is a little confused. It was your own spring scenery that leaked, so what's wrong with me.

Zhang Jian habitually took a shower, suppressed the fire, then changed into clean clothes and walked out of the room.

A scent came from Zhang Jian's stomach screamed unconsciously.

"This girl can cook?"

Zhang Jian didn't frown for a moment. He really didn't expect that this domineering president and rich woman could cook. After all, there are too few who can cook in this era.

"You've finished washing? Do you want to eat?"

"What are you going to do?"

Zhang Jian sat down and asked.

The first impression this woman gave him was very cunning, and now Zhang Jian naturally couldn't get rid of it for a while.

"Nothing, I just want to invite you to taste my craft."

"Then I'll thank Miss Song."

Zhang Jian nodded, he sat down and quickly started eating.

This is the best meal he has eaten these days, which makes Zhang Jian reluctant to speak and drive them away.

After a few minutes, the dishes on the table were gone.

"The food this girl cooks is really good. If anyone marrys her and goes home, it will be a blessing."
To be continued...