Masked Princess: The stunning school grass is very black

Chapter 162 [Grey Space: Mad Woman]

"I don't want to...I don't want to grow up, I don't want to...I don't want to grow up, I don't want to grow up..."

There was no trace of a warm smile on Tong Yaze's beautiful face, he stared at this woman singing like a lunatic with his whole body stiff.

Let him imagine it thousands of times, and he can't imagine Qi Nuannuan drunk like this.

He supported Qi Nuannuan's writhing body with one hand. Her figure was that of a professional model, with a height of 175 and high heels of 15 cm. Although he was also 190, what he was facing was a drunkard. Crazy woman!
In addition, he just played a 48-minute basketball game in the afternoon, and his physical strength is really... overdrawn.

Forget about physical fatigue, bear with it, hold on, and it will pass.

But he still has to endure her tone-deaf tone, which is a torture for a professional musician. Also, is she really his loyal fan? ?After being influenced by his songs for so many years, he still sings like this.What's more, it was such a simple and catchy song, he couldn't believe what it would be like if she sang his song.

"I don't want...I don't want to grow up, I don't want...I don't grow up, I don't want to grow up...Ugh..."

"Wait a minute..."

Before Tong Yaze could say what happened, Qi Nuannuan had already vomited on him like a huge trash can.

Tong Yaze frowned and turned away, this woman...

The foot he had just stepped into the parking lot stretched back again. He really couldn't bear to drive home calmly in a sour-smelling clothes and with a woman who reeked of alcohol.

On the topmost floor of the peak, there are two most luxurious royal top-level suites. Of course, the price of staying here for one night is particularly high.

Each room is 580 square meters in size. When you stay in the room, you will have a butler who will follow you and explain the facilities of the room to you. There will also be one-on-one chefs and waiters who will take care of you directly. This is the power of money.

Tong Yaze opened the door wearing a bathrobe, took the clothes the waiter bought for him, and closed the door after giving a tip.

He casually threw the paper bag on the ground, ready to pour water for Qi Nuannuan to take medicine.

"Fox—do you think I'm a horrible person?"

Qi Nuannuan, who was lying on the bed, raised her head violently, her sexy brown hair hung down on both sides of her cheeks, and her watery eyes shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)