Chapter 420

Mingke tilted his head and blinked again. He tried to think for a long time before he said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry with you. I won't be in the future."

Beiming night frowned, before clearly like her so clever appearance, now why hear her say so, in the heart on the contrary a bit unhappy?

"Why are you angry with me?" He asked again.

When mingkedun was a little impatient, didn't he ask clearly? However, since she decided not to challenge his patience any more, even if she was not happy in her heart, she could only suppress her sullen spirit.

After spitting pink and rolling her eyes at him, she said solemnly, "I'm stingy. I don't know how to speak. I offended Mr. Beiming. I'm wrong. I'm sorry."

If she didn't spit powder tongue in his face, or give him a white eye, this would be more convincing.

Actually dare to turn his eyes secretly, this girl, such a big cell phone put there, she really can't see it? How can you be so stupid?

But Beiming night was not angry at all. On the contrary, she was amused by the small actions behind her. The dullness of the night became clearer with her rolling eyes.

After taking a sip of the wine glass, my eyes still fall on the screen of my mobile phone, and my long finger flicks gently to prevent it from suddenly turning black.

He raised his lips and asked, "so you know you have a little temper. So tell me why you have a little temper?"

Mingke turned his mouth, because after drinking, his words and actions were a little out of control. Even though he was still awake, he could not help saying something impulsively: "you always call me and wave me, I..."

As if realizing that she had said something she shouldn't have said, she bit her lip and hit her head with her hand. Until she felt that her head was more sober, her hand fell on his shoulder and rubbed it gently.

With a breath, she said softly, "nothing. I forgot, sir. Shall we change the subject?"

"Good." He didn't feel embarrassed. He blamed him for his bad attitude, but he didn't feel that although he didn't find her these days, he suffered a lot. However, he couldn't say these things in front of her.

"What do you want to say?" He opened another bottle of red wine and continued to pour himself a glass.

Mingke thinks about it seriously. What do you want to say She didn't know. After thinking about it, she suddenly felt weak and almost fell down.

Beiming night long arm to behind a probe, put her on his back, let her steady feet, just put the arm back.

Name can be almost half hanging on him, two slender arms hanging around his neck, his body and his back close.

She steadied her steps, and then slowly opened a little distance from him, but her hands were still holding his neck, for fear that she would fall.

Can still stand Beiming night looks at her appearance through her mobile phone, and suddenly she is a little dissatisfied.

It seems that I'm not drunk enough.

The long arm leaned back again. This time, it pulled her directly to her. Without saying a word, the cup came to her lips.

Mingke was forced to drink half a glass of red wine. Until she really couldn't drink it, she gently pushed the glass and said, "Sir, I don't want to drink it."

Beiming night stares at her red face for a long time, and then finally drinks all the wine left in the glass. His long arm releases her waist, and he pays attention to the expression on her face.

Name can obviously have a few points can not stand, hand has been holding the bar, afraid of falling down.

Beiming night saw that she was a little bit more drunk than just now, and then he pulled her contentedly and pulled her onto his back: "serve."

Mingke's head was a little dizzy. When she heard that he was waiting on her, she could only rub her hands on his shoulder.

But this time, she stuck to his back and supported herself with his back. Otherwise, she would fall.

His soft body was close to his back, which made his body temperature rise again.

Want to make fun of her, how in the end, be made fun of instead become oneself so?

Can't he really get rid of this woman's body? There is a reaction when you touch it. It's terrible.

Beiming night has become more and more unhappy that his seven emotions and six desires are often manipulated by the little woman behind him. She is just a woman for entertainment. With such great influence, will it really disturb his pace in the future?

"Sir, I'm a little dizzy. Can I go back and have a rest first?" Behind him, the name can be low voice, because half hanging on him, thin lips and his hot neck touch together.

When speaking, the warm breath spilled on his neck, and immediately made him hot again. As soon as his body tightened, his temperature rose higher and higher.

"Is this inviting me back to my room?" Big hand a tight, because of his words, the body a burst of tension, even almost the hand of the cup to grip broken.

Damn it, he was teased by his own words.Mingke was still in a daze. After hearing his words, he immediately stood up and tried to distance himself from him.

"I Serve you. " Those teasing words were poison to him, but they were like sobering tea to her. The effect was so good that Beiming night almost wanted to run away.

Does this woman really feel nothing about him?

What's wrong with him? To have a figure, to have strength and strength, that is, she said that she would not stop all night, he also has enough confidence that he can do it.

Such a strong body, for other women, which is not eager to push him to bed to eat dry wipe clean, how she is not interested?

After living for so many years, I began to deeply doubt my charm for the first time, and A certain ability?

Is it because some skills are too bad to serve her well?

The man tangled again, recently, how always tangled? It's like taking the wrong medicine.

Finally, Mingke could not stand any more. His soft body slowly fell on his back. Two and a half cups were enough to pour down the disobedient little woman.

He waited for her to fall in his arms, the hard as iron arm has been out, waiting for her to fall down at any time.

Who knows the little woman behind is still trying to support herself with her most tenacious willpower.

At the end of the night, as in every tug of war with her, he was the first to give up.

No, it's called domineering, not giving up.

When he finished the last drink in the glass, he suddenly extended his long arm, took her from behind to his arms, picked her up, left the bar and went upstairs.

What kind of gentleman? I want to, I want to, I want to wait for her to take the initiative Rely on it, every time, until the end of time can not wait.