How bad guys are made

Chapter 253 Drunk Beauty

"Virtue!" Looking at Wendong's pitiful appearance, Zhang Hanhan laughed a little, shrunk his little feet, patted the sofa beside him, and rolled his eyes.

Can't stand it!
Wen Dong's heart trembled violently, what kind of expression is Zhang Damei showing?lure?seduce?

But Wendong stood up uncontrollably, and carefully sat next to Zhang Hanhan. At this time, Zhang Hanhan turned sideways and placed a large bag of French fries on hand between the two of them. Wendong was about to reach out to grab it. Suddenly wrinkled his nose, looked up at Zhang Hanhan and said, "Have you been drinking?"

I didn't notice it just now, but when I was sitting next to Zhang Hanhan at a close distance, I suddenly felt a strong smell of alcohol. Although there was a big wine cabinet not far from him, Wendong immediately judged that there was a smell of alcohol It was the delicate and tender Zhang Hanhan beside him, and what surprised him even more was that the smell of alcohol was so strong that even he could feel dizzy when he smelled it. Zhang Hanhan must be drinking baijiu, and there is not much drink.

Wendong glanced at the beautiful woman Zhang with a strange expression on her face, and she was a little confused. Judging from Zhang Hanhan's rigorous and meticulous behavior, she should be a woman with an extremely regular life, but at that time Li Bing'er gave it to her. That's what it says in her profile.Although drinking can be regarded as a leisurely and elegant way of life, the premise is to have a taste of it, and enjoy it with a little wine, but Zhang Hanhan is obviously not like this at this time.

Wendong suddenly thought of a possibility. It turned out that Zhang Hanhan was frightened today, so he used alcohol to anesthetize his nerves.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Dong didn't think it was strange, but what Wen Dong didn't notice was that a trace of sadness flashed across Zhang Hanhan's face, and what Wen Dong thought was only one of the reasons.

"I just waited until you never came out, so I just drank a little." Zhang Hanhan said casually.

"A little?" Wen Dong looked at the half-empty wine bottle on the table, Zhang Hanhan said a lot about it.But when I think about the assassination this afternoon, it is understandable. When did a delicate girl like Zhang Hanhan encounter such a scene? At that time, the bodyguard died in front of her. It's calm.

"wait for me?"

Wen Dong raised his head abruptly again, looking at Zhang Hanhan who smelled of alcohol in front of him in surprise, trying to control his uncontrollable mind but couldn't help but think elsewhere.I don't know if Zhang Hanhan took a shower just now, anyway, she must have washed her hair, the soft waterfall hair is scattered on her shoulders, exuding the fragrance of jasmine with moisture, a beautiful face is ruddy, drunk and charming with a drunken state- Tender desire-drip, people can't help but take a bite.

In particular, Zhang Hanhan was wearing the dress designed by Wendong. Although this coat was fashionable and conservative, it still added many seductive elements. There was an opening the size of a little finger on the shoulders, so that people could see The snow-white skin on the fragrant shoulders can even see a little bit of the color of the suspenders.

Being young and beautiful is indeed a unique advantage. Any kind of clothes worn on Zhang Hanhan's body can reflect its aura.

"What are you looking at!" Zhang Hanhan glared at Wendong, but at this time, even if she rolled her eyes in a drunken state, she gave people a naive feeling.Just like the label on this dress, it is charming and glamorous, everyone loves it, charming and charming, and the temptation is unstoppable.

"Hehe, you said to wait for me just now, do you want to say something to me?" Wen Dong quickly looked away, smiled awkwardly and changed the subject, he was also curious about what Zhang Hanhan would say to him, and how to drink to strengthen his courage?

"I don't want to talk about it now." Zhang Hanhan snorted.

Well, you are the boss and you have the final say.

Wendong was ashamed for a while, I really saw Jinger today, first he insisted on dragging himself to live in her house, and after he came, he became motherly to a bitch, and now he drank a lot of wine, what is this for?
Wen Dong's hungry stomach growled, and he didn't bother to think about it, so he reached out and grabbed the French fries that were put aside.

"Crack!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Hanhan's small hand slapped Wendong's back and knocked Wendong's hand away. Liu Mei raised his eyebrows: "Who told you to reach out and grab it?"

"Ah? Didn't you let me eat it?" Wen Dong was a little dumbfounded, Zhang Damei's brain must be out of fear.

"It's true that I let you eat, but I didn't let you reach out and grab it. Have you washed your hands?"

"Of course I washed it. Besides, how can I eat it if I don't reach out to grab it? Put my head into the bag and eat it?" Wendong understood, but got angry again, and said with rolling his eyes angrily.

"Oh, yes." Zhang Hanhan didn't know what to think, but he didn't get angry. He seemed to be reminded by Wendong and didn't care anymore. He leaned lazily on the sofa, looked at Wendong with misty eyes, nodded and said : "Then you eat."

Wen Dong glanced at her, and twitched his mouth, feeling that this woman was a little baffled, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind just now.

"Wait." Just as Wen Dong reached out to grab it, Zhang Hanhan suddenly stopped him again.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

"You reach out, and I'll eat it in your hand." Zhang Hanhan grabbed the French fries and said.

Come on!

"Puchi!" Looking at Wendong stretching out his hands together in front of him, Zhang Hanhan's extremely depressed expression immediately made Zhang Hanhan laugh, his body trembled as he laughed, and some French fries spilled out.

"Hey, don't waste it if you don't eat, I'm still hungry!" Wen Dong became angry decisively, and snatched the bag of French fries angrily. If he was not weak now, Wen Dong would have turned around and left I'm gone, and I don't live here anymore.

Zhang Hanhan didn't care about the French fries being robbed. He shrank to the side and watched Wendong stuff a lot of French fries into his mouth, giggling, very proud, like a little girl, with a naive attitude.

"Wendong." Zhang Hanhan called out.

"kindness?"

"Bring me another bottle of wine, red wine, this white wine is not good, hurry up." Zhang Hanhan urged.

"You still want to drink?" Wen Dong looked at her in shock, but didn't move: "You've already drank so much, stop drinking, may I pour you a glass of water?"

"Oh, that's fine." Zhang Hanhan unexpectedly did not refute, looking at Wen Dong and nodding slightly.

Wen Dong was curious in his heart, but he also guessed that Zhang Hanhan obviously had a serious concern today. He could see it from the time he was driving on the road before. It should be the matter between her and Zhang Wendong, and Wen Dong didn't ask too much.If Zhang Hanhan wanted to say it, then she would definitely say it, maybe tonight.

Thinking of this, Wen Dong became more and more curious and anticipating, but he was conflicted and didn't want to know. He felt that this must be a big trouble. Could it be a trivial matter that made Zhang Hanhan hesitate so much?
Instead of pouring water for Zhang Hanhan, he returned with a glass of orange juice.

Zhang Hanhan stretched out his small snow-white hand to hold it in the palm of his hand, took a small sip, and shrank back on the sofa like Xiao Baibai beside him.

Wendong glanced at the woman inexplicably, stuffed a piece of French fries into his mouth, and didn't speak, as if waiting for Zhang Hanhan to organize his words.

"Thank you." Zhang Hanhan said.

"Ah? Thank you? Thank you for what?" Wen Dong looked up at her in a daze.

"Then what do you think I'm thanking you for?" Zhang Hanhan raised his head and looked at Wendong with puzzled eyes, thoughtful.

"Heh... Then you have a lot to thank. Does the orange juice I just poured for you count? Does this afternoon count? If I thank you for the former, then I will be flattered, but what about the latter..." Wendong smiled and started talking, and at the end, he also imitated Zhang Hanhan's way of thinking.

"What about the latter?" Zhang Hanhan was taken aback and asked with a smile.

"If it's the latter, you're just saying thank you, then I'm at a loss, so I have to be more practical." Wen Dong gritted his teeth and said.

"What's practical? Money? Bonuses?" Zhang Hanhan asked with a funny face.

"It's too vulgar to talk about money." Wen Dong shook his head.

"Then what do you want?" Zhang Hanhan was taken aback,
"Hey..." Wen Dong chuckled, looked up at Zhang Hanhan, his eyes flicked around her body.

"If you miss, just say it!" Zhang Hanhan noticed Wen Dong's lewd gaze, and his brows stood on end.

"I haven't said it yet."

"Hmph, don't think I don't know the dirty thoughts in your mind." Zhang Hanhan said arrogantly.

"Hehe..." Wen Dong pouted, not daring to answer.

Just when Wendong was full of confusion and didn't know what Zhang Hanhan was going to do, a small white foot stretched out into his arms. It was the one that was sprained when he fell down this afternoon. At that time, the stockings were scratched. A cut was made, and Zhang Hanhan said casually, "I heard that you know how to massage. My ankle is sprained. Please give me a massage."

"Karma—?" Wen Dong trembled and almost lifted his little feet in his arms, what did Zhang Hanhan do, and started to irritate me again?
Wendong was surprised and puzzled, and even a little ashamed. What do you mean by hearing that I can massage? The only one who knows that I can massage is He Qing. Thinking of this, Wendong smiled wryly, and the beautiful woman Zhang even started to compare. What puzzled Wendong was how Zhang Hanhan could be so bold. He remembered that when he hugged her thigh, he almost scared her to death, but now he offered to massage her feet by himself.

This wine is indeed a good thing.

Wen Dong swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the flawless little feet in front of his eyes. The tentacles were extremely soft. Wen Dong clearly felt Zhang Hanhan's little feet tremble, which also made Wen Dong's heart uncontrollable. shuddered.

Thinking about it, this is Zhang Hanhan's gratitude to himself, but the way of thanking him is a bit special...

While suppressing the uncontrollable heartbeat and carefully massaging, he slightly raised his head and glanced at Zhang Hanhan who was at the side, and found that her face became more rosy at this time, and the alcohol took effect, and even the crystal white earlobes were stained a little bit. Drunken red, his eyes narrowed slightly, blurred and affectionate, Wen Dong's eyes straightened for a while.

(End of this chapter)