Chapter 91

"Oh! Oh!" Fontal closed his lips and his round head kept swinging.

"Hold on." The young man who filled the wine grabbed fangtuor's chin with one hand and pressed hard into fangtuor's lips with a wine cup in the other hand. Today, he had to ask her to drink the wine. Their brothers had been in the big music gate for so long and had never lost their prey.

"Gollum!" A mouthful of wine could not resist being swallowed. Fontal was in panic. Could she not know what wine it was? This is terrible! Somebody help her!

Locke came out of the innermost private room on the second floor. He was just talking about business with Du Qiwen. Unexpectedly, Shen Meiting suddenly appeared. According to his observation, there seems to be something he doesn't want to know between Shen Meiting and Du Qiwen. It seems that he has to report this phenomenon to Sir.

As soon as he came down the revolving stairs in the hall, Locke saw that the familiar face was distorted by people's hands and wine glasses. He thought for a second, but he came forward and took the glass of wine. It was just a glass of wine. It wouldn't kill him if he drank it. At first glance, he was a little woman who hadn't experienced wind and frost.

Things were suddenly destroyed. The first reaction was the three young people. They were very upset and wanted to beat the destroyer, but Locke's tall and majestic body and dead gray face forced the three young people to slip away.

"Cough, cough, cough..." fangtuoer coughed fiercely by the wine, and her face was red. When she saw that the full glass of wine on the table had become an empty glass, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the empty glass, and looked at the person standing next to her. It was too late to be surprised. Her hands immediately reached into the person's mouth, trying to take something out.

As soon as Locke reached out, he held fangtuor's wrists in his palms and pulled fangtuor out of the big music door like a dog.

"Let go, let go..." fangtuoer struggled all the way, but the man's hands were like pliers, clamped her wrists firmly, and the loud music around cut her cry like mosquitoes and flies.

Out of the big music gate, Locke loosened fontall's wrist and looked at her. There was nothing abnormal. Then he turned and walked in the direction of his car.

"Hey! Wait."

Fangtuoer saw that Locke was going and ran after him. She pulled the corner of Locke's clothes and looked up at him, "where are you going?"

Locke looked down at the girl as tall as his armpit. "What else?"

OHMYGOD！！ "There's something wrong with that glass of wine. How can you just drink it like this!" Fontal patted his forehead. What can I do.

Locke's gray eyes shrunk and said as if he didn't understand anything? Really, who hasn't seen the scene? No, she's right. Why did he forget for a moment? No wonder she didn't drink that glass of wine just now.

"All right. Go back first, Miss Shen. I'll send someone to pick it up." A little medicine is nothing in his body. He is not afraid of poison.

"No, how can I let you go alone."

After a while, the medicine will take effect. How can it be taken care of without a person around? Even if she hadn't met this kind of thing herself, she had heard it countless times from her peers. Besides, she hasn't seen him for a long time. She still has space to send afternoon tea. Just before she leaves the door of the company, the afternoon tea she sent has been thrown into the dustbin, but she still tries her best to squeeze out time when she can squeeze out time, so that she has at least a chance to see him, although the chance may be 0%.

Locke ignored fontal. He pressed the car lock, then opened the door. Just about to sit in the car, fontal got into the driver's seat from his armpit.

"What are you doing?" Locke held the roof with his hand. It turned out that the little man had such advantages. Where there was a gap, he went in as soon as he drilled.

"You're drinking. I'll drive." Fontall took off his satchel, fastened his seat belt and said solemnly.

Locke slightly narrowed his gray eyes and sent her back. Anyway, there's nothing to do tonight.

Fangtuoer stepped on full horsepower, and the black Hummer galloped along the colorful Binjiang Road, leaving behind the cars around him one by one.

Locke looked at the little woman. Her driving skills were pretty good. It seems that her head is not very stupid

"Well... You don't seem to like talking, but it doesn't matter. Just listen to me. I know your name is Locke, my name is fontall, and everyone calls me xiaotuo. You probably don't know. Yes, you seem to be very busy every time you meet, but I'm also very busy, hehe... Being an assistant to a big star seems to be a beautiful thing, but it's actually a" meat "doing errands Shield ', ha ha... But it's only temporary. When I get deeper in the root of the line, I'll do the project myself... "

While talking, a man who drove like tuor, who was also king, passed her car directly, creating an obstacle to the unimpeded road ahead. "Ah" fontal couldn't help screaming. Fortunately, the car changed the lane, otherwise it would hit the rear.

"Damn it!" Fangtuoer angrily caught up with the car, opened the window and shouted at the driver of the car: "who let you in, smelly boy! Drive well! Shit, I almost hit it."

Sitting on the side, Locke sipped his dry lips, and his gray eyes stared like nails at fangtuoer's milk white shirt. The shirt was so thin that he could see the patterns of the clothes she was wearing.

Fangtuoer realized that her behavior was a little too vulgar. She bit the corner of her mouth and secretly looked at Locke around her. She found that Locke was looking at her and sweating.

Fangtuoer was surprised and immediately stopped the car by the side of the road, "how are you?"

Locke cleared his throat like a fire, took out a bottle of mineral water from the storage box and drank it fiercely. "It's all right. It's just a little dry mouth."

"How can it be all right? Look at your sweat." Fangtuoer took out a few pieces of tissue paper to wipe his sweat, but he grabbed his wrist and fell on the hard between Locke's crotch at the moment when his hand fell.

Fontall trembled and quickly retracted his hand. No, it must have happened. What should I do? Do you want to help him find a lady? No, no! How can she give the man she likes to other women? It's better to chop him with an axe.

Fontor restarted the car again, drove some way forward, found the intersection and turned down.

"What are you doing? Drive the car back?" Roared Locke. Is this woman crazy? Why drive to the river?

When the car stopped, Locke opened the door and jumped out of the car. His shirt was wet with sweat. Three buttons were untied on his chest, and his strong chest was covered with dense beads of sweat.

"Come down!" Locke opened the driver's door, and tol shouted.

"I can't go down." Fang Tuoer firmly held his position. Alas, it's really frustrating. She wanted to say to him, if you need a woman, you can find me, but how can she say that! Oh, my God!

Unable to resist the stubbornness of the woman in the car, Locke stretched out his arms, took fontall directly from his seat and threw him on the ground. Just as he was ready to sit in the driver's seat, there was an extra force in his back waist.

"Please, you can't drive now."

Fangtuoer held his waist tightly. His waist was very strong. She almost used up her whole arms to circle it.

"You know my current situation. How dare you get close?"

"Well, yes."

Locke is angry. This woman is really stubborn. It's like knowing that he won't accept the afternoon tea, and she sticks to it every day.

"I know people who drink that kind of medicinal wine need women, or they will spit blood all over their body and die..."

Locke grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and soared in the air to break off her hand. She said it was played in a TV play. This medicine was in his body and could not bear it. Who he is, nothing can destroy his will.

"You mean, I'd rather find you an antidote than find another woman?" Forgive his bluntness, he is not the kind of person who can talk.

Is that what she means? Fontor's fleshy face was on Locke's back, his head blinking empty. Suddenly, a sudden volley of rotation, her back against the back door, a strong breath of men tightly surrounded her.

"Ah, uh --"

The power to almost crush people came from his lips. He, he's so fierce

"Even so, aren't you afraid?" Locke gasped. It was the first time he kissed a woman in 21 years. He just wanted to scare the woman. Unexpectedly, her lips seemed magical and he couldn't let go.

Fangtuoer raised her eyes to those hot eyes. The gray eyes in her memory were like a wisp of smoke, hazy like magic, cold and noble, but now those eyes were crystal like stars in the night sky.

Fangtuoer almost tried her best to jump to Locke and circle his neck. Her arm strength was very good. She was trained to carry things at ordinary times. Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this time, so that she wouldn't fall down even if her feet were not touched by the ground and only by the strength of her arm.

She has never kissed anyone, but she often watches a lot of kissing scenes on the set. She thinks very beautiful in her mind, but in fact she does very badly. However, this rough kissing is a fatal temptation for Locke.

The sudden stimulation made Locke excited. He didn't know whether it was human instinct or because of the influence of drugs. He only knew that he was now a bomb lit by fire.

He put one hand around fontal's ass and lifted it up. The height gap between them was shortened by a few points. Fontal put his arm around his head and allowed him to act recklessly on his shoulder and chest.

The rear door was opened, "ah!" Fontall's head was on the roof, but it was soon ignored. Fangtuoer was stuffed into the car, and Locke had already turned into a hungry wolf and rushed at the food in front of him. The great force almost made fangtuoer gasp for breath.

With a "stab", fontal's shirt fell to pieces. Fangtuoer frowned, his fingers tightly grasped the hard as iron muscle, and sighed in his heart: Fortunately, there was a long sleeved shirt in her satchel; There was another "stab", and her Capris were broken. Fortunately, there was a short skirt in her satchel.

Locke took a breath of air conditioning and never knew how wonderful it was to do such a thing. He had no time to think more. His body was driven by his brain, completely ignoring the feelings of his subordinates.