Priceless Cute Wife:President's 33 Days of Love

He was knocked on the chest.

son of a gun.

Why does he want to stop her, this kind of woman who doesn't know her face, drink to death.

Li juefeng tugs at his tie and leans back to the back of the sofa. Gu Xiaoai continues to take the bottle and pour it into his throat. His slender body has the air of fearing death

Time ticked by.

Gu Xiaoai always maintains the consistent action of holding, drinking and throwing bottles, and everyone is silly.

Li Jue Feng's dark eyes were staring at her, watching her so hot that she rolled up the sleeves of her sweater... Watching her close her eyes painfully... Watching her head up desperately, the curve of wine dripping from her lips between her neck and under her clavicle, the unspeakable Temptation

The several men who coax at one side stare at her without blinking, with a red ~ naked and greedy appearance.

"Enough."

Li Jue grabbed the bottle in her hand and smashed it on the ground with a cold face. The wine spilled from the bottle mouth and wet the top carpet.

"Get out of here!"

Damn, his women are coming to see them?!

"Yes, let's go now. Mr. Li has a good time." The men and women who are used to playing in fengyuechang see that his face is so bad that they all cleverly retreat.

It's like running away.

Joking, offending Li Jue Feng, no one wants to have a foothold in Asia.

"I haven't finished yet." Gu Xiaoai stares at him stubbornly and goes to get the wine in the ice cone.

"Bang --"

Li Jue Feng simply threw out the whole ice cone, and his eyes were dark.

It's two bottles short.

Just two bottles short of her. What does this man want?!

Gu Xiaoai refuses to accept the claim, and a wave of nausea surges up. His vision has been confused, and he shakes his head heavily. Gu Xiaoai stands up wobbly, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Li Jue Feng pursed his lips into a line and did not speak.

The door of the box dimly turned into two. Gu Xiaoai rubbed his eyes for a long time before he went out on the right way. In the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face to restore his consciousness.

The face in the mirror is as red as anything. One eye is only blurred. This is Gu Xiaoai, who has lived for 22 years.

Tears almost fall down, Gu Xiaoai busy with cold water to himself.

"Ouch --"

Nausea surged up again, Gu Xiaoai vomited out, and the spicy taste of the wine burned desperately in her throat and chest, which made her feel uncomfortable and almost dead.

Gu Xiaoai, you can do it. You can't fall down. You can't let your uncle's house break up.