Beloved of Bossy President

Mingke nodded, helped Beiming night downstairs with Beiming Liancheng, who was slightly fumigated, and helped him back to the room. As for the people on the roof, they gave it to Yitang.

Back in the room, he helped Beiming night to lie down on the bed, and Beiming Liancheng went back to his room to have a rest.

Mingke goes into the bathroom and washes the towel with warm water. When he comes out to wipe Beiming night's face, he suddenly grabs her hand and tears a little smile from her lips.

That smile makes his whole person look more enchanting, so gorgeous, even the woman in his side also feel inferior.

"I'm not drunk." He laughed, magnetic voice sounded slowly: "pour me another cup, I have to pour them all down."

"They're all down." Name can shallow sigh.

I've been with him for a long time, and I've never seen him drunk like this. Once or twice, I've drunk too much, but I can't even walk steadily, and I almost fell in the bathroom.

She is helpless, the hand is grasped by him, can only hold the towel with the other hand, continue to wipe his face.

The night of the northern underworld seized her other hand again. No matter the wet towel was still in her hand, he grabbed her two hands and put them on his chest. He still said with a smile: "girl, you come to drink with me, everyone will drink this evening."

"Well, I'll clean it up for you first, and I'll drink with you later." Mingke comforted him in a soft voice. He didn't want to reason with a drunk. He gently pulled down his big palm, put down the towel, and slowly untied his thin coat and shirt.

With the heating on in the room, she didn't feel cold even with her bare upper body. She twisted a warm towel to clean his body, and then found a robe to put on for him.

Beiming night is really heavy. It's a hard job to change his clothes. It's more than half an hour later to clean him up.

Beiming night closed his eyes and seemed to sleep, but he was still a little short of breath and still didn't sleep.

Mingke took a last look at him. He was about to get out of bed, but he suddenly opened his eyes, took a big hand, held her hand, and took her to himself.

"Night, you are drunk, sleep for a while." She was startled, lying on his chest, small hands on the bed, do not want to let himself pressure him, for fear that it will make him uncomfortable.

Beiming night has deep eyes, staring at her for a moment, but the focal length is a bit uncertain, completely out of her sight.

This man is really drunk.

Seeing him like this, her heart, which seems to be close to him for many days, is actually far away from him. At this moment, she is close to him. When facing him, she is always soft hearted.

Carefully and raised his body, she looked at him and said softly: "I don't go, I sleep with you, OK? You close your eyes and have a good rest. "

Beiming night is still looking at her, even eyes do not blink, but that eyes covered with a layer of misty breath, let a person completely see not true.

Name can be helpless, just about to say something.

North night but moved lips, suddenly mute voice threw out three words: "sorry."

Mingke was so nervous that he wanted to ask why he said this, but he had already let go of her hand, turned over, found a comfortable position, pulled the pillow not far away, held it in his arms, put his chin on the pillow, and had a quiet rest.

This posture, clearly already took the pillow as her own, if changed the usual name, it would be funny, but at this time, her heart was entangled with the three words he just said.

"Night..." She leaned over and gently broke his shoulder.

Beiming night ignored her and waved, trying to wave her out.

Because of this, Mingke is more sure that he is really drunk now. He has been with him for so long, and he has never pushed her like this.

She summoned up courage, increased the volume, asked: "night, I am coco, I have something to ask you, can you ignore me?"

The northern night murmured vaguely. Without opening her eyes, she threw away her pillow and stretched out her long arm to take her.

Mingke fell down and leaned in his arms, staring at his closed eyes. She just hesitated and asked, "why did you say I'm sorry just now? What's wrong with you? "

There was no response from the northern night.

Name can be close to his ear, whispered: "I'm coco, why do you say I'm sorry?"

This time, the northern night seemed to listen to her words. The eyes that had been closed slowly opened again. They wanted to see her, but they still couldn't see her.

He blinked and suddenly laughed, but the smile was obviously bitter: "do you want to drink? Let's do it again. "

Mingke really doesn't want him to drink any more, but his heart is really in a mess at this time. He doesn't dare to ask some questions, but if he is drunk

After thinking about it, she suddenly whispered, "OK, I'll get you some wine."

Hearing that she was going to get the wine, Beiming night seemed very satisfied with this. After letting her go, she propped up and sat up slowly from the bed.Wait for a name to be able to take down the red wine on his shelf, take up to open the bottle stopper, North night a slender leg has slipped down from the bedside.

She looked back and saw that he wanted to come down from the head of the bed. His tall body was wobbly, completely without his usual calm, but a little bit more drunk and wild.

There is no doubt that Beiming night is more attractive to women now, but she dare not look more. She put down the bottle and hurriedly walked over. When his two legs slide down from the bed, she immediately held him: "where are you going?"

Beimingye stood up and looked at her with drooping eyes. She reversed the smile of all living beings and pulled it away from the corner of her lips: "didn't you say you wanted to drink with me?"

Her voice was so dumb that she could hardly hear her name clearly, but she could hear the word wine clearly.

She helped him back to the bed to sit down, soft voice: "you just sit here, well against the head of the bed, don't move, I'll bring you wine."

Seeing that he had no objection, she went back to her desk. She wanted to take the glass. After thinking about it, she took the bottle directly.

Beiming night took the bottle, looked up and took a few mouthfuls, looked down at the woman sitting by the bed, he seemed a little dissatisfied, frowned: "drink with me."

Mingke knew what he meant and told him to wait a moment. She went back to the shelf, opened another bottle of wine, brought a chair to sit beside the bed, touched the bottle with him, watched him take a few mouthfuls, and tasted it herself.

After a few mouthfuls, she suddenly asked, "Yeh, why did you say sorry to me just now? Are you hiding something from me? "

Beiming night ignored her and just raised the wine bottle.

Mingke still touched the bottle with him. Several times in a row, a bottle of wine was poured down by him.

The wine bottle was thrown aside by him at will. If it wasn't for Mingke, he would have broken it on the ground.

Beiming night throws the bottle and turns it under the bed.

Mingke immediately put away the bottle and helped him: "what are you going to do?"