Chapter 890: I'll be home soon

He glanced at the surrounding environment, and he was still in the bar. After a hard identification, he confirmed that it was not his illusion and moved his lips: "Why are you here?"
Shen Youran bit her lower lip and said, "Mr. Lu called me and asked me to pick you up."
Ji Jinchuan drank a lot of wine, and it was about to explode because of this deafening voice. Before, he seemed to have called Lu Jingnian to let him pick him up.
He rubbed his temples, supported the table and got up, and then took his blazer: "Go."
Shen Youran approached him, and the two left the bar.
The car stopped outside, Shen Youran helped him get into the car, and then she sat in the driver's seat and drove into the mainstream.
When she passed the intersection and waited for the traffic lights, she glanced at the man in the back seat from the rearview mirror and saw him rubbing his temple all the time, and said softly, "Are you all right?"
Ji Jinchuan kept his eyes slightly closed and heard her soft words. The bursting pain seemed to relieve a little.
"No hindrance."
Probably because of drinking, the voice is a bit husky, and this silent night is exciting.
When Shen Youran saw it, he was obviously very uncomfortable: "You insist on it for a while and you will be home immediately."
The man's low-alcoholic voice responded faintly, and then fell into silence.
Back in South Bay, Shen Youran helped him into the living room, and then back to the upper room.
The brewing energy in the bar is very strong. Ji Jinchuan poured his head on the bed as if it was about to burst, frowning uncomfortably.
Shen Youran leaned over to take off his shoes, pulled over the quilt to cover him, and turned downstairs.
She turned the fire to the maximum, and quickly cooked up the decoction soup and carried it upstairs.
The soup just out of the pan was a little hot. She put the bowl on the bald head cabinet, went to the bathroom and soaked the towel with water, and came out to wipe his face.
Ji Jinchuan opened his eyes, his drunken eyes blurred and looked at her.
She froze for a moment and lowered her eyelashes: "What's wrong?"
Ji Jinchuan didn't speak, just stared at her all the time.
Shen Youran felt uncomfortable by him, wiped his face and wiped his hands again, thinking that he always loved cleanliness, he asked, "Do you want to take a shower?"
This time Ji Jinchuan gave her a response: "Headache."
Shen Youran offered him the sober soup on the cupboard: "Drink this."
Ji Jinchuan sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, took the bowl she handed over, and drank the sobering soup in one breath.
Shen Youran passed the empty bowl and was sent back to the kitchen. As soon as she turned around, she was caught in the wrist.
She looked back at him, and her bright black eyes were like black grapes under the lamp, full of aura.
Ji Jinchuan yanked, and she fell on the bed. The empty bowl in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.
Shen Youran exclaimed that the man had not reacted yet, so he was pressed on the bed by the man, then leaned over and kissed, blocking what she wanted to say to her throat.
The contradiction between the two still exists. At this time, she did not want to do intimate things with him. Her hands pressed against his chest and pushed a few times, but the strength of the men and women was too great.
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Afterwards, Shen Youran took a shower, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and the man on the bed was asleep.
She put on her pajamas, drank a pot of water into the bathroom, and wiped him over so that he would feel more comfortable at night.
It was two o'clock in the morning after finishing it. She yawned sleepily, turned off the light and went to bed.
When Xu lay down, she made a noise. As soon as she lay down, the man stretched out his arms to hold her in her arms, and her back pressed tightly to his chest.
She tried to struggle a bit, the man seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with a bang, she never dared to move again.