Fu Yunting coaxed the woman on his side to drink many glasses of wine until she shrank into his arms like a kitten and was drunk.

"My head is dizzy, Fu Yunting. Why haven\'t you got down yet? Let\'s... Drink again!"

Shu Lan pursed her red lips, and her blurred eyes looked at Fu Yunting\'s chin without focus. Her slender fingers poked his chest, looking like a delicate and Ju.

Fu Yunting\'s eyes were deep and stared at the beautiful red lips. He just wanted to take a hard breath.

Then he carried her into his room and loved her fiercely.

However, he can\'t go crazy by drinking, for fear that someone will turn against himself when he wakes up the next day.

Hoo!

It\'s really a test of your endurance!

Fu Yunting hugged the weak and boneless woman, got up and took her upstairs to the private room.

This is the luxurious private room he asked Jiang Lingyun to keep for him early in the morning.

Fu Xichen is back. It\'s impossible for him to give them another chance to be alone in one room.

You might as well kill him.

The door of the deluxe private room was opened, and Fu Yunting helped Shu Lan to bed and lay down.

Looking at her blushing face, Fu Yunting couldn\'t help but bend down and flow back and forth on her red lips until his body was about to explode and the woman was about to have trouble breathing. He cursed and stiff his body into the bathroom.

After the desire in his heart gradually subsided under the washing of cold water, Fu Yunting took a deep breath, wrapped his nightgown and came out with a warm towel, ready to wash Shu Lan\'s body.

He went out of the bathroom door and looked at the bed. He only glanced at it, but his blood rolled all over him. He wanted to go back to take a hot bath.

At this time, the drunk cat on the bed opened the quilt because of the heat. At the same time, he untied his clothes to reveal the daydream beauty.

Fu Yunting\'s eyes were deep, and he took a few deep breaths and strode to the bedside.

"Wife, you want your husband\'s life!"

Can only see but not eat. Is there a husband more unlucky than him in the world?

Fu Yunting exhaled a foul breath, untied Shu Lan\'s clothes and gently wiped her skin to make her more comfortable.

The woman in her sleep was also very cooperative. She seemed to know that someone was cleaning her body, slightly raised her chin, and muttered, "wipe it clean, and don\'t let my husband get drunk."

Her husband?

Fu Yunting\'s hand movement paused, his black eyes looked deeply at the woman with closed eyes, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "darling, tell me, who\'s your husband?"

"My husband? Of course..."

In her sleep, Shu Lan smiled and rolled over. Before she finished speaking, she fell asleep.

Fu Yunting: "

Who is it, you say!

Fu Yunting, with a black face, stared at the woman\'s delicate shoulder and smiled helplessly.

He gently covered the quilt for her. Fu Yunting sighed, got into bed and hugged the man in his arms.

It doesn\'t matter. He\'s not in a hurry.

Because he believed that as long as he was given more time, he would remind her of everything.

In another suite, Gu Luoluo wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the man sleeping in bed with a soft flash in his eyes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she reached out her hand and touched his face, drawing his beautiful face with a stroke.

How long before he can see her?

I hope she can enter his heart and replace the existence of other women.

"Lingling."

The man on the bed whispered, and as soon as he fished his long arm, he hugged the stunned Gu Luoluo into his arms.

From the end of his nose came his unique breath. Gu Luoluo closed his eyes, collected the bitterness from the bottom of his eyes, and hugged him to sleep slowly.