My dear President, Please make a detour

Against the light's line of sight, Jian boyao looked at the little face with a beautiful smile, and his heart became incomparably soft in an instant.

He was not drunk, but at the moment he saw Shu Weiyi, he was completely drunk.

The man's tall body shook and walked towards Shu Weiyi.

Shu Weiyi hurried out of the car, came forward and helped Jian boyao. He wondered, "didn't you walk very steadily just now?"

Jian boyao smiled. He suddenly hugged Shu Weiyi tightly with his backhand, his head buried in her neck and breathed deeply.

The fragrance from Shu Weiyi made Jian boyao feel very comfortable and at ease.

"Weiyi, I love you." the man's low voice fell gently with deep feeling.

Shu Weiyi smiled shyly, but deliberately said, "don't come here. You've played so late and drank so much wine. I'm lucky I don't beat you."

"Whatever you do to me, I will." Jian boyao showed his childish side in front of Shu Weiyi.

Shu Weiyi snorted, and then finally helped Jian boyao into the car.

When she got into the car, Jian boyao rushed at her and held her in his arms again.

"Go away, drunkard. I'll drive you home." Shu Weiyi was so hugged by Jian boyao that he couldn't drive at all.

"I don't trust you to pick me up so late in the future." although Shu Weiyi picked him up himself, Jian boyao was very happy. But Jane boyao was still worried.

"Take care of yourself. Get up." Shu Weiyi couldn't laugh or cry. Was this guy drunk or not.

Say he's drunk. He's still so rational.

Say he's not drunk. He's full of wine.

"Wife, I love you." it was not easy to put Jian boyao safely on the co pilot's seat. Shu Weiyi heard him murmur.

The hand that helped him fasten his seat belt paused slightly, and a shy and happy smile appeared on the woman's beautiful little face.

"I love you too." Shu Weiyi kissed Jian boyao on the forehead before driving. Then he officially started the car and drove slowly towards home

meanwhile.

When Huo Yian was returned to the hotel, he was almost unconscious.

His body trembled and opened the door. Without turning on the light, he walked directly to his big bed and lay down.

Suddenly, a delicate voice sounded.

Huo Yian also felt that he had pressed something.

He frowned and tried to open his eyes, trying to see the woman who suddenly appeared from under the quilt.

The beautiful woman in front of her is red Luo. Under the moonlight outside the window, her skin is as white as snow, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and her long hair reaches her waist, especially her delicate face. At this time, a shy and nervous expression is emerging, which makes people feel like they want sex.

"You are the gift that Shaoqing gave me?" Huo Yi'an smiled foolishly, suddenly stretched out his hand and raised the woman's chin frivolously.

Her skin is so good, smooth and tender, and feels so good that it explodes.

Even though Huo Yian was drunk, the hand touching her chin began to linger and touch down her neck.

The woman's body trembled obviously, and then slowly climbed towards Huo Yian. Her voice was very small, with the same nervousness and Shyness: "boss, my name is Xiao Qi. You look drunk. Do you need a glass of water?"

Huo Yian's eyes narrowed and the evil charm of the corner of his mouth was aroused. He repeated Xiao Qi's voice meaningfully, "boss?"

"Boss, come and have a glass of water?" as he spoke, Xiao Qi had poured a glass of water and leaned towards Huo Yian's mouth.

"Boss, have a drink." seeing Huo Yian motionless, Xiao Qi urged.

Huo Yian suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the young and delicate girl in front of him, and suddenly asked, "how old are you?"

"I'm 20 this year." Xiao Qi was a little shy, but he replied honestly.

"The first time?" although Huo Yian slept for three years, he still had a high recognition of women.

Xiao Qi's face turned red and nodded: "yes, if I haven't done anything well, please don't be angry with the boss."

"How did you do this?" Huo Yian raised his eyes and his voice fell lazily.

"My family is poor, my mother is ill, I..."

Before Xiao Qi finished, Huo Yian suddenly interrupted her: "stop, stop, there's no fresh reason?"

Xiao Qi was yelled by Huo Yian. Her face was full of fear. She didn't know where to annoy Huo Yian, but she still bowed her head and apologized: "sorry, boss."

Huo Yian suddenly felt a little agitated.

What's the girl doing apologizing to herself?

It made him feel powerless with his fist on cotton.

"Don't you want to feed me water?" then Huo Yian stopped asking Xiao Qi about his private affairs.

Since she is her own gift, she might as well enjoy it.

Hearing Huo Yian's words, Xiao Qi quickly knelt on the bed, carefully took the water cup to Huo Yian's mouth with his small hand, and said timidly, "boss, you drink."

"Feed me with your mouth." Huo Yian leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the girl in front of him with bright eyes.

Xiao Qi was obviously stunned, but soon she picked up the glass of water and took a sip gently.

Her eyes were affectionate, her little face was red, she lay on Huo Yian's body, and her small mouth was close to his lips.

Inch by inch, just when the two lips are about to stick together.

Huo Yian suddenly pressed her under herself like a rude beast.

He kissed her overbearing and fiery. The deep kiss like a storm almost made Xiaoqi's mind blank.

Like drowning in the sea, she hopelessly stretched out her hands to Huo Yian for help, but soon he was pressed under the water and sank completely with him.

Tomorrow night is over, and for Huo Yian and Xiao Qi at this time, the night has just begun

The next day, Jane's house.

Jane boyao slept until nine o'clock in the morning.

He woke up with some pain in his head, and he was the only one in the bedroom.

The man quickly got out of bed, put on a gray bathrobe, gently rubbed his temples and walked downstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he heard a burst of children's laughter downstairs.

It's the sound of Qian Yu playing with little glutinous rice.

The corners of Jian boyao's mouth rose unconsciously, which made him feel particularly beautiful.

"Dad, big slacker, get up." in the living room, Qian Yu saw Jian boyao downstairs and joked with a smile.

Jian boyao stared at his son, and then his eyes fell on the little glutinous rice wearing a princess skirt.

Little glutinous rice has always been afraid of Jian boyao. Seeing Jian boyao staring at herself, she hid behind Jian Qianyu.

"Dad, you scared little glutinous rice." Jian Qianyu instantly incarnated as the flower protector of little glutinous rice. He grabbed little glutinous rice with a small hand, sounded a warning and looked at his old father.