Chapter 342

Outside the upstairs suite, Ji Linhan hugged Fu Yunting's waist and let him lean against the wall.

"Go and open the door."

After gesturing to the waiter, Ji Linhan caught a glimpse of several flashes of light in Yu Guangzhong and couldn't help but hook her red lips.

He drew his body closer to Fu Yunting, and Ji Linhan leaned his head on his shoulder. His posture was intimate and imaginative.

Looking from a distance, people who don't know the details really think they are a pair of lovers hugging each other, and can't wait to open a room outside.

The door opened, and the waiter came to hold Fu Yunting again. Ji Linhan let go a little. They helped him in and put him on the bed.

"Wait, if someone comes to Mr. Fu, let her come upstairs."

Ji Linhan told the waiter, and the waiter took the order.

The door was gently closed and the room was silent.

Ji Linhan hooked her lips and glanced at the man on the bed. A trace of infatuation flashed in her apricot eyes.

This is the man she loves deeply. Why doesn't he belong to herself?

If it weren't for the wrong time, she would like to sleep next to him now and let herself belong to him completely.

However, now that he is disgusted with himself, she can no longer be radical.

Only wait patiently, wait for a crack between him and Xia Ling until they separate.

As time went by, Ji Linhan sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the sleeping man cutting his sexy thin lips, and reluctantly licked his red lips.

You can't sleep with him. You have to leave a souvenir.

His breath smells so good that his red lips must be very soft.

Ji Linhan bent down and slowly tilted her head

Ding Dong!

The doorbell was ringing.

Ji Linhan's figure was a meal and straightened up slowly.

Xia Ling is here?

Ji Linhan started a cold arc at the corner of her mouth, got up and walked to open the door.

The door opened, and Xia Ling stood at the door with a face, followed by two people behind him.

Glancing at Ji Linhan, Xia Ling pressed down her inner depression and said coldly, "where's my husband?"

Didn't Xi Chen say he ate in the private room?

Why did you come to the suite again?

Lonely men and widowed women live in the same room. The key is that this woman has been thinking about her husband. Should they not

"Yunting is drunk and has a rest inside."

Ji Linhan hooked her lips and didn't pose in front of outsiders.

Xia Ling looked at her up and down and saw that her clothes were in good condition. Although there were folds, they were not messy. It didn't seem like that had happened. She was a little determined.

Without another look at her, Xia Ling crossed her side and walked quickly to the bedside.

Looking at the man sleeping heavily on the bed, Xia Ling wanted to slap him.

Even if you drink, you'll be unconscious.

Knowing that there was a thorn in her heart, he still wanted to stay with Ji Linhan.

Didn't he care about himself at all?

Yes, she has known him for more than a month. How much will he feel about himself? Do you care what you think?

Xia Ling laughed at herself and shook the man on the shaking table, "Fu Yunting, wake up."

If it weren't for grandma's sake, she really didn't want to care about him.

The sleeping man frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

When Xia Ling saw his drunken and bleary eyes, he rolled his eyes at him and turned to look at the two men behind him, "please help me help him down."

The two men behind him nodded respectfully, stepped forward, picked up Fu Yunting with one hand and walked slowly to the door.

Xia Ling breathed and followed up quickly, ignoring Ji Linhan's existence all the way.

Watching several people leave, Ji Linhan hissed lightly, and a dark light flashed in her apricot eyes.