I really don't want a second marriage

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As soon as the man's hand was thrown away and didn't give up trying to stick it again, he was grabbed by his collar and dragged back.

What's going on? While thinking, the man felt that the temperature around him began to drop, and his sharp eyes fell on him like a knife. It was a man in a wheelchair.

In the bar, everyone blends in with here, but he is different.

Just sitting there, the flow of his eyes revealed his dignity. The deep and indifferent eyes and the strong aura formed a boundary, and the outside world could not integrate.

"What do you want to do to her?" Xiao Su questioned the man by the collar.

"I'm sorry!" the man immediately apologized. Although the other party was in a wheelchair, his temperament was not ordinary at first sight, and when the man behind him grabbed him, he didn't even have the strength to fight back. What does that mean?

After hanging out for so long, he is not ignorant of the times.

"I didn't know she had company. Sorry, please let me go."

Night Tingchen didn't speak, his thin lips closed tightly, and his fierce eyes fell on his hand.

"Which hand touched her?"

The man stood in place with a cold sweat on his forehead. The cold eyes of yetingchen were like an invisible mountain on his shoulder, which made him grovel unconsciously and slowly raised his right hand.

"Waste."

Calm words in the explosion of music, like a bomb fell to the ground.

The man turned pale and his teeth trembled: "I really didn't mean to touch her. I don't know... Sir, please raise your hand!"

Before he finished, several men in suits and sunglasses came up and caught him.

Men have never seen such a scene, almost paralyzed with fear.

However, at this time, things have changed a little.

Shen Jiamu, who was lying on the bar just now, suddenly stood up and walked in the direction of yetingchen.

"You!"

She came to yetingchen and pointed her index finger at him.

Night Tingchen's expression remained unchanged and his face looked at her calmly.

The white cheeks were camel red, a pair of cold eyes were drunk, slightly soft, and the ruddy lips were still full of wine. The green silk scattered all over the head was soft on the shoulders, almost covering most of the face. Such a scene seems to put makeup on her plain face, but it is more natural and comfortable than putting on makeup.

Night Tingchen was a little distracted and almost sucked in by her charming eyes.

"Why do you... Mind my business!" Shen Jiamu angrily pointed to yetingchen.

But after drinking the wine, her body was slightly paralyzed and her breath was insufficient. Instead, she took the coquettish attitude of a woman.

The men on one side were so surprised that their chin was about to fall off.

This woman dares to point to his nose in front of yetingchen and ask him why he cares about her affairs?

"Talk! I'm asking you!" Shen Jiamu saw that he had been sitting still and took another step forward, but he stumbled and fell on yetingchen.

"Little night!" Xiao Su shouted nervously with wide eyes.

Night Tingchen looked at the woman who fell towards him. As long as his hand moved, he could escape.

But the result of avoiding was that she fell on the cold and hard floor. If she didn't avoid, she would jump into his arms in front of so many men

Bang!

The other men stared at the scene in disbelief.

Are they right? Night less unexpectedly

Yetingchen did it, but he helped her. When Shen Jiamu fell over, his posture was wrong, and his head almost hit the armrest of his wheelchair.

Seeing that it was about to knock, yetingchen manually grabbed her other arm and brought her into his arms accurately.

Xiao Su breathed a sigh. Fortunately, he didn't hit it.

Seeing those men stunned one by one, Xiao Su curled his lips in his heart. He heard the picture of less flirting with others all night, so this... Is not enough to make him fuss.

Shen Jiamu's soft cheek bumped into yetingchen's hard chest. After being taken into her arms by yetingchen, she didn't move. It took a long time to hum: "it hurts..."

Hearing this, yetingchen's eyebrows jumped.

This damned woman, she bumped into her like this. If he hadn't helped her, she would have broken her face now. Even if she didn't appreciate him, she would still cry pain?

"Why are you... So hard?" as soon as the voice fell, Shen Jiamu complained angrily, and then two small hands shook into fists and smashed into his chest, "asshole, asshole, it hurt me!"

Ye Tingchen: "

Subordinates: "

Xiao Su couldn't help but want to help her forehead. Is Shen Jiamu drunk?

On weekdays, how dare she treat yetingchen like this?

Just didn't expect that the drunken Shen Jiamu was two completely different people from before.

Xiao Su feels that Shen Jiamu is... Cute?

"You haven't answered the question I asked you just now!" Shen Jiamu was still hammering his chest, asking and beating. Although he didn't spend much effort, it didn't hurt or itch for yetingchen, but he lost face.

Night Tingchen clasped her white wrist and scolded coldly, "woman, you'd better give me enough!"

"Why do you care about me?" Shen Jiamu suddenly raised her head and asked him loudly. For a moment, she looked up at him, and her whole face was very close to yetingchen.

Breath winding~

The sweet and greasy smell of women is mixed with the smell of wine, like some kind of excitement medicine.

Night Tingchen breathed and looked at this close face.

She doesn't make up on weekdays. Her skin is in good condition, white and crystal, and can be broken by blowing. In particular... Her rosy and attractive lips, one by one, seem to guide him to do some action.

Night Tingchen's eyes were deep for a few minutes. He lowered his voice, and his big hand fell on Shen Jiamu's waist. His voice was low: "you try to get close to me again?"

Yetingchen thought the threat would be useful to her, but he didn't know what the posture of a drunken man was.

Wine makes people brave. The more you encourage her, the more energetic she is.

Like Shen Jiamu, she was even more energetic when she was said by yetingchen, so she moved forward again, and there was almost no gap between them.

"Close."

After approaching, Shen Jiamu still said something.

The voice was soft, like cotton candy just rolled out of the machine, sweet and greasy to the bottom of yetingchen's heart.

Night Tingchen breathed heavily and stared at her with gnashing teeth.

"Don't play with fire!"

This damned woman didn't expect to be so obsequious when drunk, which almost drove him crazy!

"Where's the fire?" Shen Jiamu said with a smile. Suddenly, he reached out to hold ye Tingchen's chin and smiled: "you haven't answered my question, ye Tingchen, don't you hate me? Why... Take care of my affairs again and again?"