"I don't know. Why did he dump me twice?" Qiao Sangyu laughed at himself and didn't listen to Qi Mo's words. His eyes were obviously embarrassed, but his face pretended to be calm, "is it useful to reflect?"

With that, she raised her hand and sent the glass to her lips.

This time he was stopped by Qimo.

He reached out his hand and stopped her glass. His face was slightly heavy, and he reminded him, "drink like this You'll get drunk

Qiao Sangyu snorted coldly, took down the glass and handed it to him: "then you give me a drink?"

Qi Mo was stunned and didn't answer.

Qiao Sangyu had already taken back the cup and returned to him calmly and coldly: "my wine, you won't drink it for me; so you should mind my business!" She raised her head and drank the second full cup again, burping a wine, "Qi Mo, you are not qualified to meddle."

He frowned.

In the heart is excited by her a burst of upset, Qi Mo in this moment, inexplicably want to get angry, but can not find the reason for anger. He disheartened and threw the dishes and chopsticks on the table, leaving the last sentence coldly: "you can hide here with me. I won't ask you again, and I won't embarrass you any more. You don't have to drink any more. "

The curiosity and doubt at first disappeared. All he could feel was the extreme displeasure.

So Qi Mo turned away and strode to the gate. Without explaining where he was going, he slammed the door

Joe Sangyu was the only one left in the suite.

Without Qi Mo beside her, her mood is more desolate and desolate. There was only the sound of her pouring red wine into the glass. Qiao Sangyu looked up and drank one cup after another in this monotonous cycle

It was not until her body swayed that she could not stand at her feet. Qiao Sangyu shook the glass back to the table top, and then staggered out of the restaurant.

"Ping!"

The goblet should not be put firmly, and as soon as Qiao Sangyu turned around and left, it fell to the ground and made a crisp crack sound. Qiao Sangyu heard that, but he felt so far away that he didn't have the energy to turn around and think about it again

She's going to use the rest of her strength to find a place to lie down!

She staggered to the bedroom, but to the door to remember, Qimo previously explained that the bedroom is his place, she can only sleep in the living room sofa. So she slowly moved back, step by step to the sofa, directly used Qimo pillow, with his blanket

She lay down.

Red wine's aftereffect is very big, wave after wave attack, let her head gradually chaos. Qiao Sangyu adjusted a comfortable sleeping position for herself, but the blazing temperature of alcohol made it difficult for her to fall asleep. She could only be happy in such a drowsy state --

how wonderful!

She seems to suddenly feel that far away from the real world, many things do not need to think about, do not have to worry about!

Jiang Xuyang

I'm really not the kind of person you think I am!

Qi Mo came back late.

He told his subordinates to reserve other rooms in the hotel and wanted to go there directly. On the way, the subordinates asked more: "Qi Shao, did you quarrel with Miss Qiao?"

Qi Mo picked eyebrows: "what do you mean?"

What? Now they all acquiesce that he should live in a room with Qiao Sangyu?!

"That..." Some of the people who have just been in the hotel have broken their chopsticks It's like crying. "

Cry?

Qi Mo's brow frowned.

His mouth only murmured a guess: "is drunk?" However, she has pushed her subordinates out of the way naturally and strides towards her apartment

A room full of wine.

Qi Mo stepped into the room and was wrung by the pungent smell of wine. He subconsciously looked at the sofa that his subordinates said, but found that the blanket was thrown on the ground, and there was no one over the sofa Where did she go this time?

"Qiao Sangyu?" He called her name and walked in. He felt a cold wind blowing from the side. He subconsciously looked at it --

the window of the balcony on the side was wide open, and most of her people were lying out of the balcony, and her slender figure was tottering in the night

"Qiao Sangyu!"

He took a quick drink and rushed over without thinking about it

He stepped over quickly, clasped Qiao Sangyu's arm, pulled back abruptly, and pulled most of her body back. His explosive force is very strong, she was pulled in the soft condition of the body for a while, can't help but send out a painful cry in the mouth.

Qimo is not so gentle.

"Are you crazy?" The big palm clasped on her shoulder, he shook vigorously, "for a man, you killed yourself?" His bony long fingers were tightening, and he nearly crushed her shoulder on the spot.

“…… It hurts She twisted her eyebrows and took a breath. Her small face was slightly twisted under his great strength, but her mind recovered from the pain. "Qi Mo, you hurt me I'm not... "Her voice was still murky under the influence of alcohol, and she was full of obvious drunken rap.

Before finishing, he was interrupted impatiently by Qi Mo: "what is not it?" It was still fierce.

"No It's not suicide. " She slowed down, resisting the confusion of the line of sight, barely able to communicate intermittently, "it's too hot inside, I want to breathe." Under the influence of alcohol, her body became hot and dry. The room was too stuffy for her.

So she went up to the balcony to blow the wind.

Qi Mo frowned.

He took a look at her, and then looked at the dark outside the balcony. After all, he just pursed his lips silently, suddenly raised his hand to close the window, and then bent over to pick her up, strode back to the bedroom, and then --

throw the bed!

"Well..." The body bumps into the soft mattress, Qiao Sangyu sobs, raises his head from the quilt, his eyes are full of confusion.

Qimo has turned back to the bedroom door and adjusted the remote control of the air conditioner on the wall to minimize the temperature. Then, he went back to the edge of her bed and stood down from the ground and asked her, "is it still hot now?"

Hot?

Yes! Hot! Qiao Sangyu then remembered: she felt very hot, she would go to the balcony to blow, how could she come back to the bedroom? It's too stuffy for her to stay here

"Hot..." Slow brain did not realize that the air conditioner was turned on. Qiao Sangyu still nodded and complained. In the constant psychological hint of "too hot here", she really felt hot. Since it's hot, the first thing I think about is taking off clothes.

So when she mumbles, she kicks out the quilt around her and holds the hem of her clothes with both hands, trying to take off her clothes. It's a pullover. You have to take it off as you wear it.

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!