On Zhao Yi's side, a few people came and went, almost drunk, Zhao Yi's face had already started to turn red, drunkenness crept up his head. Luo Keke supported her and said goodbye to the big brothers. Boss Jin refused and insisted that he go out with his arms around Zhao Yi whose legs were already weak.
Luo Ke is a woman, how can she stand up to the strength of a man, she obstructed it several times, and finally failed.
President Jin seized the opportunity to eat tofu this time, and the other hand that was holding Zhao Yi kept sweeping up and down her body until it reached her buttocks.
Luo Keke followed behind, furious in his heart, but he didn't dare to push him away.
As soon as he went out, he bumped into Song Xiaolan in the aisle. He was coming back from the toilet, wearing a mask.
Luo Keke recognized it from his figure and those star-studded eyes, and shouted deliberately: "Xiaolan, you are here, you came on time, hurry up, help Director Zhao into the car!"
Song Xiaolan was taken aback for a moment, feeling that the voice was very familiar. Looking back, his eyes fell on Zhao Yi's drunken red face, and then on President Jin's fat hands sliding up and down
It is really capable of interpreting what "salty pig's hand" is, which makes people sick to the stomach.
A fire came out of nowhere in his heart, and his hands in his trouser pockets clenched into fists.
¡ª¡ªx! This woman is sick, and she can still get drunk on this occasion!
Song Xiaolan just scolded such a sentence in her heart, and almost tore apart noble words such as "gentle, civilized, and refined".
Rococo professionally smirked: "Mr. Jin, I won't bother you. Look, my colleague is here to pick you up."
As soon as the words fell, Song Xiaolan politely pushed President Jin away.
He took over the wobbly Zhao Yi, bent down, and picked him up with a single effort.
Sure enough, it's good to be young!
Mr. Jin was very envious of this.
"Thank you Mr. Jin, let's meet again some other day!"
Rococo said goodbye politely, and pushed Song Xiaolan away quickly.
President Jin sighed softly, and lost another good opportunity, really angry. You must know that Zhao Yi is usually very arrogant, and she is usually not seen at dinners.
?For those who have financial supporters, people in the circle can only indulge their eyes and lust for Zhao Yi's beauty.
*
The person on the back was not heavy, but Song Xiaolan's eyebrows were covered with a thick layer of dark clouds.
He walked very fast, wishing he could leave and take her out of this ghostly place.
Why do you want to see.
If you can't see it, there is nothing.
It was only then that Luo Keke remembered and asked, "Xiaolan, why are you here?"
Song Xiaolan replied: "Dinning with friends."
Rococo: "Oh, hey, slow down slow downdon't fall"
Zhao Yi's body was very cold, even after drinking, she couldn't warm up.
Song Xiaolan's body was very warm, after all, he was a young man of twenty-one years old, and he was very vigorous.
In a daze, Zhao Yi felt that she was on the hot kang, with a contented smile on her face, she said something in a daze.
"Coco, I feel bad"
"Rococo! I want water!"
"I need to go to the toilet"
Luo Keke was so worried, he just came out, where to find the toilet. It was pitch black outside, and the moon was far away, leaving only the orange lantern at the entrance of the hotel, shaking slightly.
"Hey, hello, my aunt, let's get back home, okay?"
Zhao Yi fell silent and fell asleep.
Rococo opened the car door, Song Xiaolan gently put Zhao Yi on the back seat, and asked Rococo, "Is there a blanket?"
Rococo looked around and shook his head.
Can't find a blanket in the car that two women use regularly? That's right, they are not ordinary women, they are the ones who grab food from men's mouths.
Song Xiaolan frowned, hesitated for a moment, had no choice but to admit it, took off her coat and covered Zhao Yi.
He didn't want to have anything to do with Zhao Yi, so he had to think about giving her a piece of clothing.
But when he just went to rescue her, he didn't think at all.
The ripples in Song Xiaolan's heart had already dispersed round by round, from a small corner to the whole person.
Song Xiaolan closed the car door and was about to leave, but Rococo held him back: "I'm drunk and can't drive, why don't you see us off?"
"You can call a substitute driver."
Song Xiaolan was a little embarrassed again, and refused her in a cold voice.
This time it's Luo Ke's turn to be in trouble, "The driver will take a while, President Jin will come out soon, if you see ZhaoYi hasn't left yet, for sure"
Song Xiaolan's brows were all knit together. Of course, he couldn't leave Zhao Yi to that middle-aged man whose belly was shaking. The image of those fat hands sliding up and down Zhao Yi's body was still vivid in his memory, and he couldn't get rid of it.
He opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
It's just a matter of kicking the accelerator, and it won't lose a few pieces of meat.
*
The car was driving slowly on the quiet road. Luo Keke looked at Song Xiaolan's face through the rearview mirror, but he couldn't see it anymore. He had never seen such an ugly face after several meetings.
Song Xiaolan could have driven faster, but she was worried that Zhao Yi would get motion sickness after getting drunk, so she drove slower.
The street lamps are tall, like luminous oranges, emitting warm yellow light, shining into the car, and sprinkled on Song Xiaolan's facial features.
Such a stinky face is not ugly at all.
Zhao Yi fell into Rococo's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Song Xiaolan didn't talk to Rococo, and drove on her own. Luo Keke also drank a lot, his mind was still fuzzy, and he tried not to speak if he could.
After driving for about twenty minutes, we arrived at Zhao Yi's house.
The car stopped on the ground of the community, Song Xiaolan got out of the car and went to the back seat, putting her arm around Zhao Yi.
Just as he was about to give him to Rococo, Zhao Yi hugged him.
Song Xiaolan's heart jumped violently, and she raised her hands high, not daring to look at Zhao Yi, not daring to overstep.
"Oh, hello, my aunt, why are you so drunk!" Luo Keke hurried to pull Zhao Yi.
Can't pull it, Zhao Yi seems to be stuck to Song Xiaolan's body.
Song Xiaolan's eyelashes were trembling, her heart seemed to be hollowed out suddenly, and she was at a loss.
This woman who made him desire was hanging on him at this very moment.
The temperature of her body was transferred to his body through the silk cheongsam, which was very cold, but when it touched his hot skin, it became a comfortable cooling paste.
The fire in his heart was about to rush to his throat, extinguishing his reason.
"Brother Qi"
What Zhao Yi called out was Brother Qi.
Song Xiaolan's fire was extinguished. He was still smashed by ice cubes from a high altitude and shattered on his chest, covering his whole body with grains of shattered ice.