President, don't tease me

Tang Guo seemed to wake up from drunkenness. She felt that what had just happened was incredible, like an absurd dream. She just listened to the man's heavy breathing. She knew that the dream was not over.

Thinking that Beiming Han didn't know what method he would use to torture himself, his heart mentioned his throat and his head couldn't help lowering. Sure enough, the bar was really a bad place to come. It was a mistake!

Beiming Han directly stuffed Tang Guo into the car: "I'll teach you a lesson when I get home!"

Then he started the car, "cruel?" Mo Cheng looked at him puzzled.

"Do you think this one was not cruel enough?" he Zhizhang joked. This woman in the north is really unusual, just as difficult as her own family!

"I was wondering how Han would deal with her when he went back." Mexico City showed an ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth, and then said, "but it's none of our brothers' business. I'd better take care of my girl first. If this woman turns over, it's really a headache."

"You say, is president Beiming serious this time?" someone in the crowd asked again.

"How about being serious? What if you're not serious? This girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but she's just a girl. Once the freshness passes, it's just like that. I said why are you still pestering? Your little sister can't wait." Mo Cheng teased aside.

Beiming Han answered the phone in the car. It was Lin Anxin who called: "Beiming Han, don't embarrass Tang Guo! She has drunk too much. Besides, I took her!"

"Lin Anxin, do you dare to say that he Zhizhang didn't take care of you? Can you go to such a place?"

"The dancer sprained her foot when she landed just now. Tang Guo said she would too. I encouraged her to go up... By the way, her clothes are still with me." Lin Anxin tried her best to explain that an outsider felt the cold anger of Beiming Han, for fear that Tang Guo had no good fruit to eat.

"Oh, lose it, don't." Beiming Han accepted the phone angrily. Although he complained about Lin Anxin, it was also Tang Guo's own problem in the final analysis!

Looking at the woman who kept silent after getting on the bus, and recalling the greedy eyes of those men in the dance floor, he was angry. Then he thought that all his good friends were present. Even Mexico City, which had just been damaged by him, was watching. His face was thrown into the Pacific Ocean. On the one hand, he thought that his anger ran up like a flame

Tang Guo did have two drinks in the bar. He was blown by the cold wind. Before the strength of the wine passed, he fell on the back seat of the car and was unconscious.

Beiming Han parked his car in the garage and opened the door. His voice was low and cold: "Tang Guo, roll down!"

But after several seconds, the people inside were still motionless, as if they were provoking. Beiming Han put his hand in and pulled Tang Guo's sleeve. The woman immediately wrapped it up and said, "Yo, Chek, come on, let's continue drinking and dancing!"

Beiming Han's face was black. He dragged Tang Guo into the villa and took her into the bathroom. Although he was afraid of her catching a cold, his anger began to burn when he thought of the scene in the bar before.

He picked up the flower shower, opened the cold water and rushed directly to her. Tang Guo was shocked. All his senses returned immediately. He opened his big eyes and was a little frightened and confused: "it's cold in the North... I..."

"What am I? I'm finally awake? Hmm?" the threat in his words is very strong. Tang Guo hasn't seen him so angry for a long time. He was afraid, nodded and shook his head: "no, no, no, I'm not completely awake yet. I think I need a good rest."

With that, she rubbed her body and wanted to slip out of the bathroom.

But Beiming Han suddenly pulled him back: "really? I think you're very energetic and don't need to rest, otherwise... Let's continue to play?"

Tang Guo's body began to tremble, not to mention his voice, trembling: "play? What to play..."

"If you like dancing, let's dance." beiminghan's fingers slid from her neck to her chest, and kept drawing a circle around her. The wet clothes had been completely pasted on her body, completely outlining her beautiful outline, which showed that beiminghan was a little confused.

However, he still forced himself to calm down. He must not be confused by the little girl for a moment: "how? Jump or not?" his strength was getting stronger and stronger, which made Tang Guo feel a slight pain in his chest.

"I... there is no equipment here... How can I jump? I can't jump."

Beiming Han raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and walked outside the bathroom. Tang Guochang breathed a sigh of relief and thought he could escape. What she never thought was that Beiming Han actually picked up the landline in the bedroom and dialed a number: "thunder..."

"President, it's me."

The bedroom was empty and quiet. The voice on the other end of the phone was very clear to Tang Guo's ears.

"Get me a steel pipe and send it to the villa now..."

Lei Ming was puzzled and thought that Beiming Han had something big to do: "president, can I help you?"

"No, you can't help me with this." with these words, Beiming Han's eyes glanced at Tang Guo: ha ha, little girl, you're too young. You have many ways to make you surrender!

Sure enough, within ten minutes of putting down the phone, the door of the villa was knocked. Lei Ming carried a steel pipe into the villa: "president, do you need to install it?"

"Well, put it in the bedroom."

After finishing everything, Lei Ming quietly withdrew from the bedroom and kindly closed the door. Tang Guo looked at the slowly closed door, as if his hope was dashed bit by bit.

"Beiming Han... Han..." she grabbed her clothes and slowly approached the cold man sitting on the bed, trying to be coquettish and please him