365 days of hidden marriage: Mr.Jiang, high-profile spoil!

Jiang Jingheng seems to be drunk. He leans on Song Chengan.

Mu Yan ran over at once.

She glanced at Jiang Jingheng and asked, "why does he drink so much?"

"Should be in a bad mood."

Mu Yan was stunned and in a bad mood? Isn't the day good?

She suddenly remembered what he said on the phone.

Song Chengan had a little trouble holding him alone and said, "come on, give me a hand."

"OK." Mu Yan returned to his senses and held Jiang Jingheng.

The faint smell of wine rushed into his nose.

She frowned and walked with song Chengan to the gate.

Fortunately, song Chengan undertook most of the power, and Mu Yan didn't feel very hard.

The door of the master bedroom was opened. Mu Yan went in and groped for a long time before turning on the light.

Song Chengan helped people in and threw them on the bed.

He raised his sleeve, wiped his sweat and breathed softly.

Mu Yan immediately said, "I'll pour you some water."

"No, just take care of him. I'll go first."

"Then I'll give it to you." Mu Yan followed him out.

After sending people away, Mu Yan closed the door and went back upstairs.

After entering the master bedroom, she found that Jiang Jingheng was still lying in the original position, sleeping very heavily.

She bent down, helped him take off his shoes and put his legs on the bed.

Just as she was about to pull on the quilt to cover him, she saw that he was still wearing a suit.

It must be uncomfortable to fall asleep like this. She stepped forward and was ready to help him take off his suit.

Her hand fell on his collar and her sight inadvertently fell on his face.

He has delicate facial features, soft facial contour and white skin like a porcelain doll, which is probably the best looking man she has ever seen.

Xu was drunk and her thin lips were bright red. Against the background of her fair skin, she had a gorgeous taste and was very charming.

Staring at him for a while, Mu Yan suddenly returned to his mind and was annoyed.

What kind of flower mania did she commit!

When he was lying like this, she couldn't help him take it off. She just sat up with someone.

Although he looks thin, he is actually quite heavy.

It should be that the legend is thin when dressed and meat when undressed.

She couldn't help thinking of what she saw in the hotel room that morning. He seemed to have six or eight abdominal muscles.

Her eyes suddenly fell on his abdomen and moved away in an instant.

God, what the hell is she doing!

She gathered her mind, helped him take off his suit, threw it aside, and then helped him lie down again.

Just as she was about to help him cover the quilt, she suddenly tightened her wrist and was pulled. She didn't notice, lost her balance and fell towards him.

She lay on him, face to face, nose to nose, eyes to eyes, even lips

If you ignore the air wall three or four centimeters in the middle, it is zero distance contact.

He still closed his eyes and slept deeply, as if it had just been his unconscious behavior.

The faint smell of wine floated out of his breath, and some ambiguous flavor came out of the air.

Mu Yan's eyes dodged, but his eyes still fell on his bulletproof skin, such as the thick black eyelashes of a fan.

And the bright red lips seemed very soft, as if they were waiting for someone to pick them.

She felt drunk and dizzy.

The heart is jumping, jumping faster and faster, as if it was going to run out of the body.

She suddenly struggled to get up. This uncontrollable feeling made her panic and uneasy.

Mu Yan took the opportunity to break away his arms, jumped down from him, turned around and ran out of the door.

As soon as she went out, she turned back, closed the light and door, and ran back to the room.

At the moment the door closed, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the halo of night, those eyes are like bottomless black holes, deep and strange.

He licked the corners of his lips and almost couldn't help it.