Chapter 1570

"Duck, help your sister ba."

In fact, Barbara is holding Pato. Duck's hand is on her ass and he steals it. He doesn't think Zhuoyang sees it. Although Barbara was not drunk, she was also in high spirits under the stimulation of alcohol, which was also the paw of Lushan duck.

Zhuoyang and the two left the "strange clothes" by the back door, and drove to the place booked in advance. Pato's hands on the back seat are still furtive and dishonest, while Barbara has been staring at Zhuoyang with thoughtful eyes.

It's not far. It'll be soon. It's a very private and high-profile Japanese style house, and it's also a great place for many dignitaries and celebrities in Milan to have fun. Zhuoyang had booked a single courtyard a few days ago. There were three people. One was fake drunk, the other was intoxicated, and the other was high drunk. Lalalalalalalalalalala came in.

Although there is no chaotic music and tantalizing lights, the quiet atmosphere here is obviously more ambiguous. Why do you want to come here without everyone's knowledge? Besides, Zhuoyang has prepared a big murder device for indulgence -- yellow wine.

In San Siro that day, Sir Alex Ferguson was drunk to give Zhuoyang inspiration, in order to be able to get off under the eyes of Barbara, who has a good amount of alcohol, yellow wine is the best choice.

It's very easy for people who haven't drunk rice wine to follow its path, because rice wine has a mellow and sweet entrance and has no spicy stimulation of white wine at all. A sip of white wine will make you drunk. However, yellow wine has a long and smooth taste, and a clever appearance will hide the danger deeply. Yellow wine is drunk. It's too late.

Since ancient times, yellow rice wine has been a wonderful prop for men with ulterior motives to harvest good women. It has been the same until now. Because yellow rice wine can not only make people drunk in silence, but also promote love and help. It's so smooth and considerate to undress and untie.

What is more powerful than rice wine is warm rice wine; what is more powerful than warm rice wine is that other wine is mixed in the stomach.

As soon as she entered the room and sat on the tatami, Barbara took off her coat. The tight, low and shallow lace corset made her proud lady. Pato sat on the side, trying to be drunk and pretending to enjoy the wine, but his eyes kept looking at the temptation.

Barbara is careless. She not only thinks Zhuoyang wants to open up today, but finally understands that love and desire are the most beautiful gifts given to everyone by heaven. She plans to have a good time tonight, and she also arranges Pato to accompany her. In Barbara's view, this scene is very common, just like eating and drinking water.

And she had no vigilance of Zhuoyang's escaping from battle at all, because Zhuoyang and she drank this kind of sweet and sticky soft drink from China that she had never tasted. Even if there is a light smell of wine, even if Zhuoyang just played tricks in the nightclub, Barbara knows that her alcohol volume is much higher than Zhuoyang, and she has been attracted by the soft alcohol of yellow wine.

When the four pots are empty, all three of them look like the head of a spermatozoa. Only Zhuoyang pretends to be one. Although yellow wine lured him, he had only soda in his stomach, which was not enough to make him disordered.

Seeing that Pato and Barbara were about to drip water from their eyes, Zhuoyang pretended to pee and lurched into the bathroom when he felt the fire was coming. Even if he had psychological preparation, ten minutes later, he crept out, but he still had a "bang" on his head. The view on tatami was already endless and ugly.

When it's over, I'll brush my clothes and hide deep. Zhuoyang quietly left the Japanese style house full of spring and drove directly back to Como lake. Late at night, his soul danced on the piano keys. Under the cherry blossom moon, he fought all night.

in the afternoon of the next day's recovery training in Milanello's whole team, Pato came in a hurry with his eyes dark and depressed, and his legs were obviously weak. Last night's moon was amazing. Although ducks and their first girlfriend loved each other, how could Stephanie compete with Barbara, who is absolutely professional, on the occasion of her bedtime love? Ducks are so happy in every cell and every bone.

Pato, of course, knew Barbara's reputation for being a natural whore, and secretly he had no less fantasies. But there is a big difference between his identity and Barbara's. unless Barbara makes an active gesture, he will not dare to make any move. But last night it became a good thing. After opening the door, it will become the bed companion you love me. One small step of Barbara is a big step of Pato.

Cool is cool, and still want to continue to cool, but duck afraid to hook his head to hide Zhuoyang. He knew in his heart that boss Zhuo and Barbara were very close, and thought there must be that kind of relationship, absolutely impossible.

I'm fucking in the middle of something! Zhuo is kind enough to take me to drink and relax, but I've got his woman on. Can't he kill me? Spare my life! God help me

Zhuoyang wanted to laugh when he saw the duck shrink his head. This kid was worried about his innocence. Therefore, he deliberately pretended to be angry and gloomy, which scared the duck to death.

Want to hide? No way! While no one was in the power room and the duck was sneaking away, Zhuoyang shouted at him: "duck! Are you fucking hiding from me? Get out of here! "

With this sound, Pato immediately fell on his knees and was scared to death. "Brother Zhuo, I'm wrong. I'm sorry. Don't hit me. Please don't hit me..."Zhuoyang almost burst out laughing, but he still managed to hang his face: "come here!"

"From..." Pato rolled on his knees. "Brother Zhuo forgives me. I'm wrong. Brother Zhuo forgives me..."

"Look at your advice, get up!"

"I can't get up."

"I'll kill you if I don't get up!"

How fast did Pato get up just now when he knelt down.

"I'd like to invite you to have a drink. Would you like to play for me? Ah! "

"I'm sorry. I'm drunk and I can't control it. Why did you leave without saying a word? I...... "

"Can't I have one? You'll make a fool of yourself after you've done the shit. I'm not leaving? Don't walk out for you? You're like a fucking typewriter. "

"I'm wrong, Zhuo. I deserve to be killed. I'm a knife killer..."

It's too late to perform. Zhuoyang can't help but smile and wave: "ah! Forget it, brothers are like hands and feet, women are like clothes. Who let me see brothers bigger than heaven! Forget it, my brother will be happy. "

Pato is silly. He looks up at Zhuoyang with his mouth open. In a moment, his eyes are filled with tears: "Zhuoyang......" The voice was shaking.

"OK, duck, I'm a big brother. No matter what he does, it's my big brother's fault. After that, your sister Ba will be yours. Who makes you my brother? " With extreme exaggeration of body language, Zhuoyang is bold and heroic.

Pato couldn't control it any more. He cried loudly and jumped up to hold Zhuoyang. "Drogo, drogo! Duck is your brother all his life. Zhuo is your life. Whoa ~ ~ ~ whoa ~ ~ Zhuo, my big brother, whoa -- "

Zhuo Yang fondles duck's hair like a father loves his son.