Mr Lu,You are my taste!

"Why don't you forgive me? Why don't you forgive me? " He knelt down beside her and did not look at her. He asked this question in a daze.

"Who let you fool around with other women and treat them well?" Zhao Jian snorted, don't think he pretended to have pity on her.

"I didn't!" He straightened up and put his big hand on her. "I didn't kiss her, I didn't touch her here, I didn't touch her here, I didn't touch her here."

His hand pointed to her key parts, then he lifted her thigh and bumped into her again. He said, "I've never done this to her!"

Zhao Jian was almost overturned on the ground, in front of a dark, but the drunken man is like a child who doesn't know how to do things. He just acts by instinct, and cries wrongly: "why don't you believe it?"

Believe you big head!

Zhao Jian slapped her in the past, but the man held her hands and feet, "you dislike me again, don't you? You despise me again

This son of a bitch! Zhao Jian wants to kill him.

"I didn't touch, kiss or touch Jiang Xuerou. Why don't you believe me?"

It's just a voice of complaint, sentence by sentence to punish the heart, but in the end did not shout these two sentences, but repeatedly asked: "are you not happy with me?"

Zhao Jian sighed tone, all say to vomit truth after drinking, is this the truth in the heart of Ji Rufeng?

At the last moment, Zhao Jian grabbed his thing and pulled it out, "how much wine did you drink today?"

The man's pain almost exploded, and he wanted to shoot again. But when he was drunk, his brain was not enough. With brute force, he hit her hand several times and couldn't ease it. Wei thought wrongly for a while and shook his head, "I don't know."

"When did you go?"

“…… At noon. "

Zhao Jian can't help but stare at him. No wonder she looks like this. She's drunk after drinking for a day.

"Why drink it?"

The strength on Zhao Jian's hand is stronger. Ji Rufeng has to stop. Her eyes are red, but she doesn't speak.

"Don't feel comfortable without saying it!" She gave him a good wrench in the thigh.

Man commissariat is aggrieved of low head, "you are not happy."

Zhao Jian frowned, "who am I?"

"Ah, Jane." It's a quick answer this time.

"Can you tell who I am when you're drunk?"

The man immediately complacent, "taste is not the same, Jane good smell, fragrant."

The strength on Zhao Jian's hand was a little looser, and she stopped to look at her pitifully, "uncomfortable!"

"Go to your uncle!"

Zhao Jian scolded and let him go. As soon as she turned around, she was grabbed by her calf and pulled back.

"Shit, you son of a bitch!"

Zhao Jian couldn't help kicking him. It didn't affect the man's action at all. As she moved, he asked: "Jane, are you happy? Are you happy? "

Zhao Jian was speechless and let him toss.

When Ji Rufeng's strength is over and the day is light, Zhao Jian is exhausted and has no strength to carry Ji Rufeng upstairs. She rolls a blanket around Ji Rufeng and goes to sleep. When she sleeps, she subconsciously protects his head.

Wake up again, is a burst of breathing in the arms, is the man shaved hair rub, her skin itch and pain, breathing spray in her chest, and burning her uncomfortable.

She pushed him, slowly put his head on the ground, only half of the body felt numb, this son of a bitch!