President Daddy is super strong

The remaining light of the corner of the eye secretly glanced at the sitting one, bathed seven seven red face, hard scalp, took the cup that Mo yanjue handed her.

She gently pursed her lips and tried to keep her face calm. In fact, her heart was already beating like a drum, which was frightening.

Seeing that she took over the cup, Yang Yilin continued to assist, "hand in the cup, hand in the cup, what are you two doing to whet haw?"

He's always in a bad temper. Especially when he's at the theatre, he can't help but walk over and put his hands on them.

As a result, he was shot with cold eyes and immediately counseled.

Then Mo yanjue turned around, raised his arm slowly, and passed under Muqiqi's arm.

Two people have a height difference, plus Mu Qiqi is wearing flat boots today, in order to cooperate with her, Mo yanjue actively bent down.

Muqiqi was embarrassed at first, but when he saw moyanjue bending slightly, he didn't care about anything.

She smiled at him first, and then sent the glass to her mouth. The milky liquid slid down the wall of the glass and into her mouth.

"Good!" Yang Yilin is as excited as a fool. He claps his hands better. Others smile and feel even satisfied.

After all, such opportunities are really too few.

When the two men finished drinking and were ready to put down their glasses, Yang Yilin didn't remember to take a picture. He took a picture of his head in frustration. He wanted them to cooperate with each other again. Then he swallowed his words to his mouth. As for Sir Alex's donkey temper, he made another suggestion and didn't pick him?

If you think about it, you'd better hold your regret.

A group of people ate and drank until more than two o'clock in the afternoon. Yang Yilin, the restless man, was shouting to go upstairs to karaoke. Everyone was ok, so they went with him.

As a result, he occupied Megan and didn't give up. Others didn't even have the chance to order songs.

It's kind of provoking public anger.

Sun Zhenzhen's face was helpless, fierce and coaxed, trying to let him rest for a while and snatch Mai out.

In the end, it really made the strength of the old nose snatch the wheat from her hand and give it to others.

He was so drunk that he threw it into the sofa. Sun was so tired and sweating. Then he sat down in the sofa next to him.

Yang Yilin's restless fellow reached out and caught her, just like a sleeping bag bear.

Sun Zhen was so tired that he didn't even push him. He wanted to let him do this first.

But he didn't expect the man to be so restless. He put his mouth together and whispered something in her ear.

Sun Zhenzhen frowned and knew he would not drink so much.

The wine is not good. I drink too much every time. She is the last one to suffer.

Before he drank too much, she could carry him, but now, she is pregnant, she dare not make too much effort at all. If she hurt the baby in her stomach, she will push him away with a little effort, and sun Zhenzhen is ready to get out.

But she just moved, and a drunk came back, and there was no chance to escape, which made him very big.

The other side of the sofa.

Mo yanjue leaned on it and held his eyebrow.

He was happy today and drank a lot of wine. Now he has a headache.

Muqiqi, who just sang a song, came down from the stage and saw his tired face. His eyes and eyebrows were full of heartache. "What's the matter? Is it a headache to drink?"

Listening to his wife's voice, Mo yanjue took his arm off his forehead, then pulled her into the sofa with a hook in his long arm, and raised his mouth, "I'm ok."

"I've arranged a room upstairs. Can I take you to have a rest?"