Mr. Gu's heart loves her since ancient times

Chapter 19 Mr. Gu will leave it to you
Through the door mirror, he saw the driver Gu Yan and Xiao Zhou. Chu Yin quickly opened the door, and the strong smell of alcohol rushed towards him.

"This is how much alcohol I drank..."

"Those people are all old fools. Mr. Gu is very drunk..."

Chu Yin frowned, lowered his head and got under the man's armpit, supported him with half of his body, and staggered him to the big bed in the bedroom.

Gu Yan put his arms around Chu Yin's neck and fell straight on the bed, falling into his arms with the other person.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhou quickly turned around and said with a low voice: "Miss Chu, Mr. Gu will leave it to you. It's getting late, so I'll go back first."

After saying that, Xiao Zhou ran away without even bothering to exchange greetings. Before leaving, he slammed the door happily, thinking that it would be most appropriate to leave Mr. Gu to the care of his girlfriend...

The room returned to silence. Chu Yin lay on Gu Yan and pressed the back of her hand against his cheek, which felt hot.

There was no light on in the bedroom, and the moonlight outside shone through the glass on his handsome face, and a strange flush could be vaguely seen on it.

I don’t know what kind of business the man is doing, but he drank so much wine...

Chu Yin struggled to get up and went to the kitchen first. He dug out bottles and jars, including tangerine peel, rock sugar, lime, etc. He grabbed a small handful of each and put it into a casserole, added water, and turned on the gas stove.

After setting the heat to low and simmering slowly, she ran to the bathroom to wring out a towel and hurried back to the bedroom.

At this time, Gu Yan was lying face up on the big bed, his breathing was rapid and messy, his thick black long eyelashes were covering his eyes, and he rolled his eyes twice. He didn't know whether he was asleep or half drunk.

Chu Yin slowly knelt down, with his butt on his heels, and tilted his body to wipe his face.

Suddenly, she paused with her fingers and moved closer to check the man's shirt collar, confirming that there was no trace of lipstick. She brought her little nose up to smell it again, and found that there was no smell of makeup on a woman.

I think that Lang Jun and the others are not discussing business in a brothel, so I feel relieved.

She held the towel and wiped his face gently, from his forehead to his eyebrows. With his eyes closed like this, he felt a little less alienated than usual, Zhilan Yushu.

While wiping him, Chu Yin couldn't help but complain a little in his heart. He had been leaving himself here for several days, and now he was so drunk that he remembered to come find her.

After a while, the towel was half dry, and she was about to get out of bed when her movements suddenly stopped.

Not knowing what she thought of, Chu Yin's face turned red and she turned to glance at the man who was sleeping on the bed. She kicked off her slippers and climbed up, only occupying the edge, and her heart began to beat loudly.

She slowly lay down, next to him, staring at the ceiling, making small calculations in her mind.

If the marriage is not consummated, she will not truly become a husband, and she will not feel at ease. Such a good opportunity cannot be missed...

Thinking like this, she slowly closed her eyes, but her ears stood high. However, after lying still for a few minutes, no one moved around her.

Chu Yin took a deep breath, grasped the man's big hand with her small hand, held it slightly, and slowly brought it to her chest.

The hot temperature was transmitted through the rough palm, as if it had touched her heart.

Chu Yin held his breath and pressed the hand down again. His face was so hot that it was almost steaming.

However, the man next to him remained motionless.

Could it be that some steps are missing...

Thinking about the sentence written in the storybook, "undress and take off your belt, sleep together and have fun together", Chu Yin swallowed and knelt down on the bed again. His little hands were shaking, but he slowly took off Gu Yan's suit. .

She kept leaning forward, her butt sitting on her heels again, and she frowned as she felt sore after a while.

Glancing at the unconscious man, she hesitated and stepped forward slowly.

When he was taking off his tie, his fingertips inevitably touched the skin on his chin, which was slightly stubbled.

Looking down, it was the man's Adam's apple. Chu Yin reached out to touch it out of curiosity, but Gu Yan moved subconsciously, which frightened her and quickly retracted her hand.

After untying his tie, he went to unbutton his shirt. When he got to his trousers, Chu Yin looked at the exquisitely designed buckle with a wrinkled face. After fiddling with it for a long time, the belt tightened tighter and tighter.

If this continues, will Lang Jun be unable to breathe?

After thinking about it, she got out of bed and rummaged through the embroidery basket. When she came back, she held a pair of red scissors in her little hand.

The belt was close to that spot. Chu Yin closed his eyes shyly, and slowly stretched out the iron scissors. He didn't have the nerve to look at the position, so he cut it off.The next second, his wrist was grabbed.

As soon as she raised her head, she met the man's dark, dark eyes, looking at her with a vague vigilance, as if drunk but not drunk.

The air froze, the two people exchanged glances, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

If she can't keep her husband tonight, then she is really useless!

And in this atmosphere, if we don't find something to distract from it, I'm afraid we will have to remain in a stalemate in the future, bite the bullet and die...

There was no small round fan for dancing at hand, so she picked up the big cattail fan next to her, covered half of her face, stretched her arms and danced.

The long black hair spread out like a waterfall, like ink green lotus blooming in the dark night.

The hem of the skirt gradually spread out and closed again in circles. She shook her white gauze and wide sleeves, sometimes kicking her legs, sometimes shyly.

After dancing for about 3 minutes, he suddenly took off a ribbon from his waist and threw it in the direction of Gu Yan.

In my memory, once a high official invited a music lover to come to the house, the woman threw her belt out like this.

While sitting at the table, the senior officer pulled up the other end of the belt, pulled the man into his arms and kissed me.

At that time, Chu Yin still had illusions about high officials and was sad for a while. From then on, he stopped his ignorant thoughts.

Thinking like this, although Chu Yin felt nothing in his heart, he looked shy and waited for the man to pull him into his arms.

However, after throwing it away, Gu Yan remained motionless.

Tried twice more, but he still wouldn't move.

After grabbing the scissors, Gu Yan's thoughts were still unclear. When he raised his eyelids, he saw the woman holding a big cattail leaf fan and shaking it in front of him.

There was no air conditioning in the room, and the stuffy air made it difficult for him to breathe. The wind from the cattail fan made him sober.

The woman in front of him was wearing a white gauze dress, swaying in front of him, making him dizzy.

Coupled with the fact that there was no music around, Gu Yan didn't even realize that she was dancing. The alcohol's stamina came back to him, and his stomach was churning.

So, just when Chu Yin lost the belt and was about to fall into the man's arms, Gu Yan pushed her away, rushed to the bathroom in a few strides, lay down on the edge of the toilet, and started vomiting.

Chu Yin's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth trembled, and his expression cracked every inch.

After a while, the alcohol in his stomach was vomited out, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

When he came out again, the bangs on Gu Yan's forehead hung low as if they had been soaked with ink. A few drops of water flowed down his cheeks, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

A refreshing sweet and sour smell drifted from the tip of his nose. He glanced at Chu Yin, who was frozen beside him, and walked out of the bedroom on his own.

In the open kitchen, the small milk pot is boiling with water and bubbles.

Gu Yan reached out and turned off the fire. The tangerine peel in the pot was half-cooked, and the steaming soup made him even hotter. He frowned and did not drink.

He seldom came to Zilan Garden. In his impression, the empty living room was filled with many colors. Colorful potted plants were strewn up and down, and clusters filled the space. They were colorful and full of life.

Gu Yan looked around the villa, and Chu Yin followed him step by step, like a small employee accompanying the boss to inspect the work, with a low eyebrow.

There are several fruit plates on the coffee table, full of green mango and red cherries, and various nuts.

There is a candle next to it, and a small dish filled with oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar sits below it, acting as a tray, which is not too elaborate.

In the huge house, the sound of people disappeared. Gu Yan half-leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

After a moment, Chu Yin approached him with small steps and put his hand on his temple. Gu Yan did not refuse.

The woman's soft fingertips pressed lightly and heavily, soothing his tense nerves. After pressing like this for more than 20 minutes, a man's low and hoarse voice came to his ears:
"What were you doing with the scissors just now?"

(End of this chapter)