Chapter 1081: 1081 reality [46] intimate (3 more)

Chapter 1081 1081 Reality [46] Intimacy (3 more)
Ye Haohua at the moment, Ye Haohua, who is cold and unpopular with the weekdays, is two appearances.
Jiang Jie is worried about it.
Ye Haohua is a public figure. If she is placed on the Internet, she will not cause anything to her, but it will damage her image on the Internet.
But looking at Ye Haohua's cold eyes, Jiang Jie could not get out of this step.
When I found out that the bar seemed to be a lot quieter, she looked down at the door.
The bar was very messy, the smell of cigarettes was mixed, the spotlights kept changing the lights, and most of the people in the original dance floor were absent-minded in the direction of Ye Haohua.
At the door of the door, the air pressure was low for a moment.
The other party was wearing a light-colored coat, and the figure was pretty, the coat button was not buckled, and the shirt button inside was tied to the top.
The kind of temperament and temperament are incompatible with the whole bar. He just wants to be wrong. This place can only be seen on the tip of the jade building.
The man on the dance floor was absent-minded and looked at the man who was lazy on the table. The woman was very worried about the man who just stepped into the place.
Ye Haohua is very conspicuous among this group of people.
No one dared to approach her one meter away.
And the place that staggered her is that there are countless people.
Stay on her face or on her finger or elsewhere.
Mu Xingzhi walked up to her and saw her like this and she was drunk. "Where did she go today?"
"I have seen Nie Yuyu, and today..." Mu Liu whispered, "Today is Mr. Nie’s jealous day."
Mu Xingzhi did not say anything.
He bent halfway and reached out to lift Ye Haohua. The strong smell of the wine came. "This is a bubble."
Jiang Jie reacted at this time. Isn't this the man who met under Ye Haohua that day?
"Sir, you wait, there is violence after the drunkenness of Yanhua..." Jiang Jie said half of it.
I saw my own artist, holding a wine glass in one hand, holding the chin in one hand, looking up at the man, she was on the table, the low-rise jeans were loose, the tops were lifted up, revealing a small piece of white waist, and then going up The top is outlined in a thin arc.
The eyes are like a mist.
"Do you know me?" Mu Xing took a deep breath.
Ye Haohua blinked, she looked at Mu Xingzhi, the word of a word, "return, cloud."
Mu Xingzhi, the word goes to the cloud.
Muzhi’s fingertips trembled. He closed his eyes slightly and lifted her up.
It’s me, let’s go back first.

Ye Haohua is even more stunned. "Master is dead, I... Where am I going?"
When this person is awake, he has always been arrogant.
The mind at the bottom of my heart is deeply hidden, and no one can see it.
Only this time will reveal a little clue.
When it was difficult in the past, Mucheng felt that he could hold it down. He could hear her and his voice was a little dumb.
"Returning to the home." Seeing her stunned bottom, her heart seemed to have been stabbed.
In the past five years, he has been on thin ice, and she has never been better.
She had all the wine on her coat and was thrown into the chair. The shirt was half-baked, which made her whole body thinner and the fiery eyes around it did not hide.
Mu Xing took off her coat, wrapped her tightly, and took her out with half a half.
The sister behind me reacted and spit out the words that were not spoken. "Violence... violence tends."
"Jing Jiang, I have to go back." Mu Liu took a pile of documents and followed the line. "Reassured, behind our young master, no paparazzi dare to take a photo."
Jiang Jie’s nod, has not responded.
This is her second time to see the line, the momentum of the other side, as well as the tailored clothes, even the keychain held in the hand, are exquisite enough, Jiang Jie finally knows that this man is not simple.
Imagine that when Ye Haohua got the resources of "Zero Plan", Jiang Jie felt that there was something wrong with it. At the moment, she finally cleared her mind and some of them were restless.
"I'm sorry." It seems to have hit a person, she quickly opened her mouth.
The other party did not care, even did not say anything, and looked back from the door.
The other party wore a hooded sweater and buckled a sweater hat to cover most of the face. When Jiang sister looked up, she saw the face that could be called a beautiful face.
After returning to God, she looked in the direction the man had just seen and saw a black car shadow.
It seems to be... the last time her artist took the car?
Sister Jiang is a bit strange.
The man went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
A long-haired woman came over quickly, hooked his neck, smiled sweetly, "Less less..."
Rong Zhe was carrying a bottle of alcohol. He ordered a cigarette. The faint smoke rose. After a long while, he looked at the woman who was tired of him. "You should go first."
The woman snorted, "容..."
Rong Zhe suddenly smiled and smiled. "Do you need me to repeat it?"
The woman hurriedly took the hand that was lying on his neck and took the bag away. The eagerness said, "Less, don't be angry, I will leave immediately."
She looked at his eyes and was obsessed with it. Although she did not give up, she went back in three steps.
Because she knows, Rong Shao likes a woman who is very embarrassed and does not make him feel troublesome.

"How much wine did Miss Yee drink?" Mu Zhijia saw Ye Haohua, who was wrapped up in Muai's coat, and quickly told the maid to cook the soup, and then ordered the person to take another suit.
But he stood aside far and didn't mean to help.
Mu Xingzhi took the person to the room upstairs, and the maid had already taken a nightgown.
He opened the quilt and put the man on the cover. He restrained her clothes with great restraint and courtesy.
Although Ye Haohua drank too much, he was very obedient with his dressing process.
The process of changing clothes is not complicated, but it is still full of sweat.
Waiting for the housekeeper to bring a bowl of sobering soup over and see that Ye Haohua seems to have changed a nightgown.
Without squinting, put the sobering soup on one side and hang out, and bring the door.
Because Ye Haohua had drunk too much wine, her face was stained with bright red, and her pajamas were accidentally caught on her lap, and a pair of straight, slender legs were exposed.
Mu Xingzhi took the hangover soup and controlled himself to remove his gaze, but his throat was a little tight, and it seemed that something was moving in the body.
"Drink the sober soup, Mu Liu said that you have a notice to catch up tomorrow morning." He put the pillow behind Ye Haohua, carefully let her lean.
He was very gentle and deceived to let her drink the sober soup.
She drank too much and didn't make trouble. Her head fell on his shoulders, changed clothes, and the alcohol on her body was gone, but with a breath, there was a touch of alcohol.
Drinking the sobering soup, she was not completely awake, just felt the coolness of the other person's body, with a hot face on his neck, sprayed with a bit of alcohol on his neck.
Mu Xingzhi is very tight.
He reached out and grabbed her swaying hand and looked at her for a long while. The cold eyebrows on the week were dyed with a soft color, and it was helpless. "How many years have passed, how can I still drink so much?"
Ye Haohua was drunk and didn't make trouble, her eyes also recovered a layer of clearness. If she didn't look at her movements, there was alcohol on her body. No one believed that she was just drunk.
"Have a good rest, I went to the study." He covered her quilt and looked at her eyes and suddenly asked, "Wake up?"
Ye Yuhua squinted and nodded, then shook his head.
The finger is still half his hand.
The air in the room is thin.
Mu Xingzhi felt that he could no longer stay. He stood up with a sigh of relief. "You are asleep, I am in the next door, and the housekeeper is waiting outside the door. Something is called."
Turned out of the door.
When he left the door, he did not dare to look back. He wanted to take the door immediately, but when he closed the door, the ghost looked back at him, but he saw that Ye Haohua didn’t know when he got out of bed, and he lazily Follow him behind him.
She did not wear shoes and barefooted.
Stepping on the white carpet, it was stained with a very bright color.
It’s really a fate.
Mu Xing went back a step and he re-attached the door.
Fold back.
"Zuzong, you are overestimating my self-control." He whispered almost silently.
Ye Haohua was black in front of her eyes.
There was a hot scent around the face, and a soft touch was very carefully printed on her lips with a little temptation.
(End of this chapter)