"Mr. Jiang, this is my friend. She was drunk today. If she accidentally offends you, I will apologize for her... please give her to me!" Qiao Zezhi came back to his senses, Looking at Song Wenxin in his arms, he kept smiling and said politely.
He only thought that Song Wenxin was drunk and bumped into Jiang Beihan accidentally.
Since Qiao Zezhi became famous, he has cooperated with JS many times, and met Jiang Beihan a few times.
Although they are not friends, there are still some intersections.
So he hoped that Jiang Beihan would let her go for his sake.
"Are you sick?!" Jiang Beihan laughed and asked him ridiculously.
Let him give his wife to him? !
"If Mr. Jiang does this again, I can only contact the police!" Seeing that Jiang Beihan refused to let him go, Qiao Zezhi's attitude also became tougher.
police | side? Hearing this word, Jiang Beihan gave him a mocking look.
"My woman, I take it away, it's only right and proper, I don't need you, an outsider, to intervene!"
The next moment, he put down the restless Song Wenxin.
Song Wenxin, who had just arrived on the ground, was a little unsteady on her feet and almost fell down.
Jiang Beihan reacted quickly, stretched out his arms, hugged her, and let her lean in his arms.
...
Qiao Zezhi was stunned because of what Jiang Beihan said just now, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face.
His woman... Song Wenxin
...
"Mr. Jiang really knows how to joke. This kind of porridge and side dishes should not be your style!" After a while, Qiao Zezhi smiled and said jokingly.
It's no secret that Jiang Beihan likes men.
Hearing this, Jiang Beihan raised his eyebrows, and lowered his eyes to look at Song Wenxin in his arms.
Congee and side dishes
Ah…
Song Wenxin is no ordinary porridge or side dish!
Instead, she's an appetizer to his palate...
...
At this moment, Song Wenxin stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, and didn't understand what was going on at all.
Even the man holding her, she still can't tell who it is...
"Song Wenxin, tell him, is what I just said a joke!"
The hand around her waist unconsciously strengthened a little.
...
Qiao Zezhi didn't say anything, but shifted his gaze to Song Wenxin.
She and Jiang Beihan... Are they really lovers
...
Jiang Beihan's strength was too strong, Song Wenxin was very uncomfortable being hugged by him, and stretched out his hand to push his chest in dissatisfaction...
"It hurts... let me go..." Song Wenxin gritted his teeth and said uncomfortably.
Jiang Beihan's face darkened, this woman didn't even recognize who he was
"It seems that you need me to help you sober up?" He suddenly hooked his lips.
Song Wen paused for a moment, and looked at her in confusion.
Jiang Beihan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her chin, and then, he kissed her lips with punishment...
"Well..." The sudden familiar breath on his lips made Song Wen flustered...
This intoxicating breath of a mature man is too familiar...
She opened her eyes wide, and what she saw was a pair of dark eyes as deep as the night.
Immediately woke up a little bit. Jiangbei cold
She blinked incredulously, looking at him.
In the next few seconds, she couldn't help but indulge in this deep kiss with Jiang Beihan.
After confirming the other party's identity, Song Wenxin no longer struggled, but closed his eyes, obsessively reached out and hugged his neck, and kissed him in response.