Chapter 797

Master Chu's heart sank, and he said anxiously, "what's the matter?"

"Well..." Yan baozi uncomfortably breaks away from him and reaches for the door.

He was pulled back by Master Chu, who was very quick in his eyes. He was clasped in his arms and roared, "are you crazy? Want to die?! "

The roar in her ear made her open her eyes, vaguely, as if she saw Chu Huaijin's son of a bitch.

In my stomach, I'm in the sea.

In front of me is a hateful bastard

Yan baozi blinked mistily. At last, his head was buried in his arms, and Master Chu's face was a little relieved.

Next second

Vomit -

vomit, accompanied by the sound of vomit clattering out.

Young master Chu's chest was wet, and the sour smell quickly spread in the carriage

The handsome face and chin of a man are tight, and his eyes are closed. The eyelashes, which are so long that women feel inferior to themselves, are shaking.

It seems to be tolerating.

After vomiting for a while, Yan baozi felt more comfortable. He left his leg and sat beside him.

He leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

Inside, there was silence.

Master Chu slowly opened his eyes, summoned up great courage, and then dared to look down.

That one glance was enough to make him sick

Raise your hand, bear the stench, unbutton your shirt, and throw it into the garbage can with the pile of vomit.

Take a handkerchief, and wipe your chest and abdomen. There is no vomit. It seems that the stench is still there.

His forehead is more blue than his tendons. He's beating faintly. It's true Disgusting!

The founder, however, was sleeping.

Unconscious, ignorant of his own sins.

Click click, Master Chu's knuckles click.

I wish I could give her a good beating!

Drunk also so not worry!

Seeing her sleeping soundly alone, she was even more comfortable than when she was in his arms.

Young master Chu's heart was suddenly unbalanced. Why!

As soon as he fished out the long arm, he could not help but put the sleeping guy in his arms and lock him tightly.

Let her head rest in the socket of her neck. As soon as he lowers his head, he can kiss her smooth forehead.

Just a lean up, Yan baozi wrinkled his nose, immediately reached for his hand to cover his nose, and struggled.

"Don't move. It's all your own vomit. Take it." Nevertheless, Master Chu opened the window conscientiously to let the air in.

Let the taste go.

Yan baozi's position is uncomfortable. As soon as she struggles, Master Chu is used to it. She must sleep in her arms.

It annoys the drunken drunkard.

Like a kitten, he stretched out his claws and scratched and scratched on his chest.

"Hiss..." Master Chu took a breath and grasped her claws.

It's such a worry free little thing!

After a long journey, he finally returned to the other houses of the presidential palace.

Holding Yan baozi who sleeps like a dead pig, I got off and went straight back to the bedroom.

Put her on the sofa, and he goes into the bathroom and puts water in the bathtub.

When he came out again, the man on the sofa had rolled down to the carpet, frowning and crying for pain.

Fortunately, the carpet on the floor is thick and soft enough, otherwise, she fell down, it's not just pain.

Go to, the Yan baozi that groans and groans on the carpet is wronged not to be able to be able to hold horizontally, "does ache ache?"

"Pain..." Poor voice.