Dear President, take it easy

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom woke Ou Xiangbei up from his sleep.

He moved his body, looked at the strange things around him, recalled everything last night, and suddenly regretted in his heart...

His eyes accidentally fell on the position where Zhou Chuyu had been lying.

That touch of bright red deepened the remorse in my heart a few more times.

He was suddenly at a loss.

This situation has never been within the scope of his expectations.

He never thought that one day, he would have wine/sex/promiscuous/sex with Zhou Chuyu, and even possess her for the first time when he was unconscious.

Ahhh... He actually shamelessly took away his first time... Although he was insane after drinking, it was shameless enough!

"Crack!" He slapped himself hard.

"Squeak..." At this moment, the bathroom door was slowly opened, and Zhou Chuyu, who was wrapped in a snow-white towel, walked into the room slowly.

On the exposed collarbone, several hickey marks are so glaring.

It seemed to remind Ou Xiangbei of how beastly his behavior was last night.

When their eyes met, Ou Xiangbei and her both had embarrassment that could not be concealed.

After looking at her for a while, Ou Xiangbei quickly shrank into the quilt with only one eye exposed. Thinking of how beastly he was, he felt ashamed to face Zhou Chuyu.

Zhou Chuyu shook her head and smiled, walked to the head of the bed, took the hair dryer, and then walked to the full-length mirror opposite, blowing her hair silently.

After Zhou Chuyu turned around, Ou Xiangbei's other eye was also exposed, but he still covered half of his face with the quilt, looking at Zhou Chuyu's back like a shy little daughter-in-law.

Through the mirror, Zhou Chuyu had a panoramic view of his expression, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

She has never seen Ou Xiangbei like this.

In my impression, he has always been a rebellious playboy, lingering among women, surrounded by countless Yingying Yanyan, no matter what kind of situation he faces, he can take it easy and never feel shy.

Seeing him like this, she just felt a little funny.

"Chu...Chuyu..." Ou Xiangbei looked at Zhou Chuyu's slender back, and his voice was low.

Zhou Chuyu turned off the hair dryer, turned his head, stroked his loose hair, and said, "Huh?"

"Last night... I'm sorry last night. I may have short-circuited my brain due to alcohol anesthesia last night, and then I did such a beast/bastard thing to you... Tell me how you want me to be responsible." Ou Xiang Bei pulled the quilt over his head, said loudly, and kept beating the bed with regretful hands, like a child.

Zhou Chuyu put the hair dryer on the dressing table beside him, walked to him with a smile, sat down, and pulled his quilt away.

The jet-black hair caressed his face lightly, and a faint fragrance came to his nostrils.

"I never knew Ou Shao, who looked down on others in love, would have such a time. How are you going to be responsible to me?" Zhou Chuyu put his hands on the quilt, looked at him, and smiled.

"That's different, okay? The women I play with are all masters in love, okay. I'd love to be with them. I don't feel guilty, but it's different with you... Don't worry, I will take this I told our old lady about it, and she happened to be forcing marriage recently, so the two of us picked an auspicious time to finish the matter..." Ou Xiangbei got up slowly, rubbed his messy hair, and said.

"marry?"

"Yes, marriage... yes... marriage, you wait, I'll go back and tell my old lady about it seriously. You wait for me..." Saying that, Ou Xiangbei bent down , picked up the clothes and pants on the ground, put them on indiscriminately, tidied them up, and walked out of the room disheveled.

Zhou Chuyu followed behind, watching him stepping down the stairs quickly, holding on to the handrail, and said: "Slow down, don't fall..."

As soon as she finished speaking, he turned around and staggered one by one "Gulu...gulu..." and rolled down the stairs.

Zhou Chuyu hurriedly ran downstairs, went to him and squatted down, helped him up, and said, "Why are you so careless?"

"No...it's okay. I'm fine." Ou Xiangbei stood up, smiled awkwardly, rubbed his hair, and said, "Wait for me." After that, he ran to the door quickly and changed Put on your shoes and leave.

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In the apartment, Qiao Weiwei was having a hot fight with Liang Bo on the bed.

During the climax, her pink nails were deeply embedded in his back, leaving red marks.

"Um……"

"what……"

She groaned shallowly, looking vaguely at the coolness who worked so hard on her.

"Ding dong... ding dong..." The doorbell rang untimely.

Mixed with hasty knocking on the door.

"Shit!" Liang Bo cursed in a low voice and quickened his movements.

After releasing the desire in his body, he withdrew, grabbed the bath towel on the floor, wrapped it around his waist, pushed the door annoyed, walked through the living room, walked to the door, and opened the door.

"Liangbo, I have something important to tell you." Seeing Liangbo, Ou Xiangbei immediately stepped forward, grasping Liangbo's wrist with both hands, with a nervous expression on his face...

"What's wrong with you?" With a dark face, Liang Thin pushed his hands away in disgust, stepped back deliberately, stood against the door, and kept a distance from him.

"Zhou Chuyu and I had sex last night after drinking... Then, I decided to call our old lady later to tell her the news. Mourn for me, I will soon enter the grave of marriage." Ou Xiangbei Leaning against the wall, he let out a long sigh.

"Oh..." Liang Bo moved his lips lazily, and then entered the room again, "Boom..." He closed the door and ignored Ou Xiangbei.

"Damn...what's your attitude...you don't have a crush on me, right...I heard that I'm getting married, but my face is so dark..."

Ou Xiangbei thought about it, and then left deflated.

When Liang Bo returned to the room again, Qiao Weiwei had already sat up.

She wrapped the snow-white quilt under her armpits, looked at him who was slowly approaching her, and said, "What was Ou Xiangbei arguing about just now? What about drunken sex, what grave? He and Sister Chu Yu had a drink together." Have you lost sex?" Qiao Weiwei's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Well... that's what he said." Liang Bo walked to the bed, sat down, crossed his legs gracefully, and embraced her shoulders, and said: "Just now, I didn't have enough fun, and my body wasn't really satisfied. , how about we continue?"

In the eyes, a layer of ambiguity is circulating.

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