urban fascination

Chapter 652: Drunken drinking hurts the body

Zhihao hesitated for a moment, but turned the car over.

Fanjuan leaned lazily on the car seat, her beautiful eyes were closed, she was very leisurely, ignoring Zhihao's existence, maybe she was still dizzy after drinking, Zhihao understood it this way.

Zhihao's personality is generous and easy-going, especially his easy-going and patience with beautiful women is beyond ordinary people's imagination.If Zhihao is not easy-going, what can he do now?Carried Fan Juan out of the car, half-dragged and half-carried upstairs, then threw it on the bed, stuffed it into the quilt, turned and left? .

Zhihao absolutely can't do this kind of action, loving and protecting flowers is the minimum quality that every man should possess, let alone a beautiful lady.

Zhihao drove the car slowly on the road, Fanjuan didn't speak, Zhihao really didn't know where to send Fanjuan, it was inappropriate to take Fanjuan back to his home, how ambiguous and ambiguous it would be to take the beautiful woman home in the middle of the night Well, it would be great if sister Rouyu was at home, let Fan Juan and Rouyu sleep in the same room, and she would feel at ease when she went back to the room to lie down.

The black Audi drove aimlessly on the street. Zhihao's car was not fast. Although there were few cars in the middle of the night, he didn't dare to drive fast. It wasn't that Zhihao didn't have a driver's license yet, but because he didn't know where to go.

Fan Juan suddenly opened her eyes, only opened them slightly, said "Turn left" in a low voice, and closed her eyes again to rest her mind.

Zhihao continued to drive, and every time he reached an intersection where he needed to turn, he could always hear Fan Juan's low voice reminding him. The only way is not to get drunk.

Soon he arrived at the destination, which was a hotel, and Zhihao knew that this was the territory of the imperial capital.

The car drove directly to the backyard. Zhihao helped Fanjuan into the building. There was an elevator entrance in the left corner by the side door.

In the elevator, Fan Juan leaned softly on Zhihao. Zhihao felt Fan Juan's warm body, limp and boneless, the femininity of a woman and the softness after drinking were organically combined, like a stick on his body. A piece of warm brocade.

Fan Juan said "Ninth Floor" in a low voice, Zhihao closed the elevator door, and the elevator was speeding up smoothly.

It was also at the corner, after turning two turns, at the door of the innermost house, Fan Juan handed the bag to Zhihao, "There is a room card inside."

Zhihao opened the door, a spacious room, spotless, a suite.

The outer room is in the style of a living room, with tables and chairs, a sofa and coffee table, and the inner room is a bedroom with a large wooden bed and a wardrobe. It looks like a luxurious single-person apartment.

Does Miss Fanjuan come here often?Thinking about this question, Zhihao gradually became dizzy.A quiet place, a place where no one will be disturbed, as long as the door is closed, no one can imagine the existence of this place.Sending the beauties back late at night, and it was such an isolated place, Fanjuan's unique human aura wafted around Zhihao, Zhihao's head was still in a daze.

Zhihao helped Fan Juan to the bed, took off her shoes, pulled the quilt over and put a pair of slippers under the bed.

"It will be fine if you get some sleep." Zhihao said softly.

Fan Juan nodded without opening her eyes, "Go back, thank you, I will sleep peacefully."

Zhihao gently led the door out.

After all, he left the room and there was no reason to go in. Zhihao left generously. All he could do now was to stay at the door for a while and listen for any movement in the room. If the beautiful lady could sleep peacefully, It is the best way to sober up, as long as you wake up tomorrow morning, you will feel nothing but a slight headache after drinking.

Quietly, Zhihao felt relieved, left the door, and went straight to the elevator.

Just two steps away, Zhihao suddenly heard movement in the room, as if something fell to the ground, Zhihao was startled.

For Zhihao, this movement seems to be a kind of anticipation, or a kind of silent attraction, anyway, it is something unclear, which is equivalent to giving Zhihao a reason to return to the room, which is high-sounding.

Zhihao turned around quickly, no matter what the reason was, of course Zhihao couldn't ignore the movement in the beautiful lady's room, if Zhihao had already gone downstairs, that would be a different matter.

The door of the room is tightly closed, as long as such a door is closed, it is firmly locked.

Knocking on the door seemed inappropriate, and Fan Juan would definitely not be able to hear it in her current state.

In the hotel, the busiest part is the catering, guest rooms, and other service items. This place is more like an office area, or other uses, and it is very quiet.If there is a knock on the door, the clear or dull sound of knocking on the wooden door must have spread far away, and there must have been a huge noise in the corridor.

Zhihao was thinking of another way to get in, when he suddenly remembered that the room card was still in his pocket. He just put it in his pocket after opening the door, and he didn't give it to the beautiful lady before he left?This may be a coincidence, Zhihao secretly gave himself such a reasonable explanation, and at the same time opened the door, Fan Juan was sitting quietly on the ground.

Zhihao hurriedly helped him up, Fan Juan smiled apologetically, "I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I just got off the floor and felt dizzy, so sit on the floor slowly."

"Do you want to throw up?" Zhihao asked softly.

Fan Juan shook, "A little bit."

Come on, now even if Fan Juan coaxes Zhihao to leave, Zhihao can't just leave, at least he has to take care of the beautiful elder sister, she can't be fully awake, she has to be half awake, and when things subside, Zhihao can leave in peace.

Fan Juan crawled on the sink and retched a few times, but couldn't vomit.

It doesn't matter if you can't spit it out, it is in line with Zhihao's usual stingy approach. According to someone's explanation, how can you be willing to spit out the wine after drinking the wine in your stomach?More importantly, throwing up hurts the stomach.

Zhihao patted his back lightly behind him, tried hard several times, Fan Juan took cold water and flushed her face, and said in a low voice, "It's much better."

Zhihao helped Fanjuan back to the bedroom, lay down and covered her with a quilt.

Zhihao felt like quitting again.This person's psychology is always contradictory. When he left just now, he felt a little regretful. Now that he came back, he wanted to leave. I really don't know how to deal with it.

Standing in front of the bed, Zhihao looked at Fan Juan, the meaning in his eyes could not be more clear, if the beautiful lady feels that she is no longer uncomfortable, I will leave; if she needs to take care of her, she will stay by her side until she sobers up.

Fan Juan closed her eyes and ignored Zhihao, giving Zhihao the impression that he was quietly sobering up.In such a state, Zhihao didn't know whether to stay or stay.

Zhihao collected himself and was about to leave when he heard Fan Juan's soft voice...