Dragon King of Beauty Protector

Sister Zhao whined and said, here took Ning Yunlong's wine and hugged Ning Yunlong.

Ning Yunlong was taken by surprise by her, and his whole head was buried in her fullness. There was a sense of shame in an instant.

He tried to gently break away from sister Zhao, but he was afraid that sister Zhao would suddenly turn neurotic and slap him in the face.

However, sister Zhao seems to understand human feelings very well. Ning Yunlong really succeeded in breaking free and didn't make him turn over.

They sat on the chair. Sister Zhao gently unscrewed the brandy and poured it into a goblet, looking at Ning Yunlong playfully.

The more you see him, the more pleasing it is to your eyes. How can there be such a beautiful man in the world? Just one year younger than himself, but he looks like a big boy in his early twenties! Maybe it has been maintained since childhood!

She used to sell cosmetics. The ingredients of cosmetics are also related to maintaining her face. If you don't use cosmetics or surgery, it's impossible to keep young and beautiful. However, Ning Yunlong, a big man, must not use cosmetics, and he certainly hasn't adjusted his face according to his face shape, so it's completely self-care.

So sister Zhao began to find a topic and asked directly, "why do you look so young?"

When sister Zhao asked, Ning Yunlong joked, "am I? Am I still young? I feel very old! My skin is black like an axle."

"Black skin doesn't mean old. Your skin is really black, but your facial features look very young and even have no wrinkles."

Ning Yunlong wants to talk nonsense! He's only twenty-eight! It's too old to have wrinkles at the age of 28? How many setbacks does life have to suffer to be like that?

"Where did you grow up?"

"I was born and raised in the countryside since I was a child! I have nothing to do with planting land and leading petunias! Hey hey!"

Ning Yunlong also said plainly.

Sister Zhao was stunned. Compared with Ning Yunlong, she didn't subconsciously think of the distinction between noble and low.

Native rural people may not be able to get rid of the miasma in the city. Their body or skin must be better than those in the city. There must be a reason for their dark skin. However, there is inevitably no scientific basis for this. Since their skin is tanned by the sun, it will naturally relax, but Ning Yunlong is not the same at all.

Looking at Ning Yunlong's black, fat and cocoon filled hand, Zhao Min determined that he was indeed a native of the countryside.

Ning Yunlong smiled; "Sister Zhao! Why do you ask this! In fact, I don't know why I look so young."

"Born in the village, although it is not as prosperous as in the city, you can enjoy the starry sky and silence every night."

Zhao Min didn't expect to say such words. Maybe this is her love for Ning Yunlong. She can say such words! By common sense, she discriminates against the poor! As the eldest lady of the family, she knows the matter of high and low! Those who have been honeypots since childhood have never been wronged by poverty. It is their traditional virtue to discriminate against lowly people.

So they talked about this topic for a long time and drank a lot of wine.

After chatting for more than three hours, sister Zhao drank nearly two bottles of brandy and suddenly blushed and her neck became thick.

"Sister Zhao! You've drunk too much! Stop drinking!"

Ning Yunlong also drank two bottles here, but there was no big problem. But looking at sister Zhao, she obviously drank too much, so she thought the opportunity was coming and asked perfunctorily.

Facing Ning Yunlong's words, of course, sister Zhao didn't listen. She waved her hand and said, "it's all right, stupid! I... I didn't drink too much! I tell you stupid! Men... Are big pig hooves..."

I had a messy conversation with sister Zhao. She suddenly talked about her love history. She said too much and too fast. Ning Yunlong was half hearted. In short, sister Zhao met her first love in college and was dumped by her first love. She said that he was a scum man. Although she didn't experience it personally, she cried, It felt as if he had been humiliated.

Sister Zhao was out of her mind, and Ning Yunlong couldn't laugh or cry: "yes! Men don't have good things! Men are pig hooves!"

While talking, clink a glass with sister Zhao!

This one down! Sister Zhao lay directly on the table, straight across the room.

Ning Yunlong was evil and asked tentatively, "sister Zhao? Sister Zhao?"

At first, sister Zhao replied vaguely, "en... En?"

"Keep drinking!"

"Well..."

Ning Yunlong had filled a glass of wine when she asked here, but sister Zhao just promised to continue drinking, but she didn't act and still lay there.

"Sister Zhao? Sister Zhao?"

Ning Yunlong whispered again, "continue?"

“……”

Sister Zhao didn't respond, but Ning Yunlong was a little worried that sister Zhao would sleep over. If she died of sleep, how would it be?

He patted sister Zhao, who also responded with a white hand.

"Sister Zhao? What's the name of your cosmetics company?"

"Make up..."

Ning Yunlong asked directly, but sister Zhao simply answered two words, which made him stunned.

"I don't ask what you do! I know you sell cosmetics. What's your full name? Where is it?"

"Er... Quansheng... Quansheng Garment Co., Ltd...."

"Oh! Sister Zhao? You're drunk! Shall I help you to bed?"

Sister Zhao also read her full name intermittently. Ning Yunlong nodded and frowned.

Isn't sister Zhao selling cosmetics? What's the name of this company? A clothing company? Maybe selling cosmetics is just a sideline in the company?

Without thinking too much, he quickly asked for the second sentence to avoid a large interval between questions so that sister Zhao could remember.

"Well... Drink... Drink..."

Sister Zhao made a reluctant voice and said intermittently.

Ning Yunlong let her say it casually. Here he directly picked her up and went to bed.

Then Ning Yunlong thought of something and asked her softly, "sister Zhao? What does your family do? So rich! I envy you!"

After this sentence, sister Zhao waited for several minutes to respond. Ning Yunlong thought she was dead asleep. Just before she left, she opened her mouth.

"My family... Archaeology..."

"Austrian? Archaeological! That sounds so high-end!" Ning Yunlong said perfunctorily and continued to ask, "what does your brother do now?"

"Smelly brother... Make... Music..."

"OK..."

Ning Yunlong received these simple messages and didn't want to ask any more. So Zhang Jiawen's real identity is the young master of his family, and then he went abroad to continue to make music?

It seems that sister Zhao's identity is more mysterious than Zhang Jiawen.

Ning Yunlong thought for a moment. Seeing that sister Zhao's breathing was even, he was ready to leave.

"Yes!"

As he was about to leave, sister Zhao, lying in bed, suddenly let out a groan Sing!

For a moment, Ning Yunlong trembled. Looking back, sister Zhao lay there on her side, motionless

Ning Yunlong doesn't look well. Isn't sister Zhao in shock?

He walked slowly, but he was stunned!