Chapter 29

a cowboy?

LAN Jingyan clenched his teeth and nodded, "yes, you called Niulang."

Fu Zhiran is already as drunk as mud, and her brain is no longer in charge. She said drunkenly, "nice cowherd, handsome cowherd is better. As long as you take good care of Miss Ben, I'll give you a tip."

Just at this time, the manager of the bar came in a hurry, walked to LAN Jingyan's side, bowed respectfully, "Er Shao."

LAN Jingyan didn't plan to pay attention to it. Fu Zhiran in her arms suddenly yelled, "handsome cowherd, why don't you drink with me?"

Lan Jing took back her feet, turned to the bar manager and ordered, "I don't want to see any other people here in a minute."

Smell speech, the manager does not dare to neglect, immediately go to the Qing Dynasty.

It's a small matter not to do business tonight, which offends LAN Er Shao. I'm afraid the bar won't open in the future.

LAN Jingyan turns around and holds Fu Zhiran back to the sofa in the elegant seat just now.

His tall body was also pressed down.

Fu Zhiran stretched out her hands and put her arms around his neck. She said in a coquettish way: "I'm a cowherd for the first time. I'm not familiar with business. You should be gentle."

Her little hand touched the man's collar and gave it a rude pull.

The man took advantage of the situation and pressed down a little bit. He approached Fu Zhiran's delicate little face, and the smell of wine came.

He frowned, "Fu Zhiran, I really want to kill you."

"Eh!" LAN Jingyan's tone made Fu Zhiran very dissatisfied. "How can you and our LAN Erye speak in the same tone, and bite me and strangle me all the time, but after so many years, I'm still alive."

Then she whispered something in her mouth. She was drunk and couldn't hear it clearly.

Our second blue master?

In an instant, LAN Jingyan's resentment and hatred were smashed and his only pride was broken.

Shen Shen's body pressed down on his delicate body, one hand holding Fu Zhiran's restless hands.

The other hand went straight into her waist and pinched her inside thigh.

Fu Zhiran closed her eyes and didn't respond at all. She was not sure if she was asleep. LAN Jingyan frowned, "Fu Zhiran?"

"Shh." Fu Zhiran said with a silly smile: "brother Niulang, call me Zhinu."

Go to your master's weaver girl.

Lan Jing Yan black face, a hand clamped Fu Zhiran's chin, forcing her to open her eyes, "you see clearly, I am who."

Fu Zhiran sneered and said sarcastically, "just a cowherd who sells his body and meat is not the man in my book. You are a bird."

"I'll tell you that all the men in my novels are once a night, once a night."

"If you can't, get out of here."

Then she reached out to the man's chest and pushed it aggressively.

She was really drunk, and her nature was revealed.

The real Fu Zhiran looks sweet and clever. In fact, he is a black bellied hooligan, half an angel like devil.

"Once a night, right?" LAN Jingyan nods with a sneer, with a dangerous signal in her tone.

After that, he got up, grabbed Fu Zhiran's leg, put the other hand on her waist, easily untied the button of her jeans pants, and rudely picked it off.

In a daze.

……

My head hurts.

The room is dark, Fu Zhiran difficult to get up, in the bedside touch the light switch, turn on the light.

The room lit up.