Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

They take advantage of the cooperation in the future, quietly drink warm orange.

In recent years, Wencheng has been drinking more or less because of work.

Therefore, in order not to affect the cooperation between the two families, Wen Cheng had to drink the wine they handed him.

Who knows, after drinking that glass of wine, Wen Cheng feels dizzy and hot.

Some of Wen Cheng's colleagues asked about Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng smiles at them and says, "I seem to be a little drunk Otherwise, you can keep drinking with them, and I'll go back to rest first. "

Wen Cheng's colleagues nodded, and Wen Cheng apologized to Zhou Ming. Shaking his body, he got up slowly and left the box.

Zhou Ming's colleague bumped Zhou Ming's arm.

"Mr. Zhou Why don't you send Mr. Wen? She is a girl. After all, it's not safe for her to go out like this? "

Zhou Ming's eyes twinkled, and he looked forward to it.

He pressed the joy of the bottom of his heart, the gentleman got up politely, said goodbye to them, caught up with Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng's colleagues didn't think much at all.

Continue to drink with Zhou Ming's colleagues.

Wen orange side, she stumbled out of the box, carefully supporting the wall, holding the room card, went to the elevator there.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Zhou Ming caught up.

He warmly held Wen orange's arm: "Mr. Wen, you are drunk. It's not safe to go back alone. Let me see you off."

Wen Cheng's head is dizzy now. How can he expect that Zhou Ming is wrong with her.

So, she smiles at Zhou Ming and whispers her thanks.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou..."

This smile aroused the faint ripples in Zhou Ming's heart.

He let it be, holding Wen orange's tender palm, and pulling her into the elevator.

Wen Cheng's thoughts at this moment have already become confused and fuzzy.

Her whole body feels soft and powerless, and the heat in her body is constantly rising.

She was a little weak, leaning on the elevator wall.

Zhou Ming's eyes twinkled and helped her into his arms.

"The walls are a little cold. Wen always has to be careful of his body. You should feel better if you lean on me..."

Wen Cheng listened to the sound blowing in her ear, and she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

I don't know if she's drunk or if she's hallucinating.

At this moment, she felt that Zhou Ming's voice was like brother Jiang's.

Her Zheng Leng's raise head, the Mou eye is blurred of see toward week Ming.

"How can I forget you?"

Zhou Ming was slightly stunned. For a moment, she didn't understand what she said.

The next moment, he couldn't help reacting.

Isn't that what she said to him? She took him as someone else?

Without noticing it, Zhou Ming smiles frivolously. It turns out that Wen Cheng has a sweetheart.

What's more, is this sweetheart the one she can't love?

If she can love, she can't ask such a desperate word.

Zhou Ming raised her hand and stopped her soft and slender waist.

His thin lips are closer to her.

"Why forget? I'm right by your side. Don't forget me... "

Wen Cheng couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Hearing these words, she was almost intoxicated.

She raised her hand and grasped Zhou Ming's clothes tightly.

In her hoarse voice, she choked, "I don't want to forget you But you can't forget. You don't like me at all. Why do I have to torture myself? "