"Ji Wanzhou, you are here at last." Meng Qingge said faintly.
The ambiguous pronunciation, in fact, Ji Wanzhou did not hear clearly, but Meng Qingge immediately closed his eyes when he saw him, which made him very unhappy.
"Who are you? Let go. Do you know who you are? Dare to do this to me." Beibei kept twisting her body and body. It was obvious that she did not know Ji Wanzhou.
"Who is he? He's a big fool." Meng Qingge didn't know how to listen to this sentence clearly. He didn't see the situation in front of him and giggled at Ji Wanzhou.
"Fool?" Beibei looked at Ji Wanzhou suspiciously. His disdain did not hide. He pointed to Meng Qingge and said, "this woman is mine."
"It's hard. It depends on whether your head is as hard as your words." Ji Wanzhou's other hand pressed Beibei's head tightly. The other hand covered his mouth and slammed into the side wall.
Beibei's eyes twinkled with pain, but she couldn't cry out.
Meng Qingge seemed to be very uncomfortable. She twisted herself and leaned against the guardrail. Her newly torn skirt completely separated, revealing her white thighs and pure white inner pants.
"You did it?" Ji Wanzhou carries people to her face and forces Beibei to look into her eyes.
Beibei is usually spoiled. At this time, she is threatened again and again, "yes, I did it. Qingge's body is so enchanting."
"You dare to touch him." Ji Wanzhou stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Beibei's neck, holding people's feet off the ground, until a clucking sound was heard between the bones, and Ji Wanzhou just let go.
Beibei just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had escaped a robbery, or that the previous threat had worked. Before he could breathe, he suddenly found himself in the air once, all over the fence.
Beibei was sweating all over his body. He had no time to shout out anything else. He could only scream in horror and fall all the way to the ground.
Beibei didn't expect that Ji Wanzhou would be so cruel and directly throw him out. Maybe this is his last thought in his life.
The height of the 17th floor can cause a lot of things.
Meng is sitting on the boat with her head down.
"Are you aggrieved?" Ji Wanzhou looks at the posture of her little wife and suddenly understands the meaning of Qingge.
"Yes." Meng Qingge nodded greatly, just like a child without sugar, pouting his mouth to show that he was not happy.
"Get up and follow me." Ji Wanzhou looked down at him without any explanation.
Meng Qingge tightly pulled the skirt, winked at the season evening boat, "do not."
"Or you go with me, or I will carry you out." Ji Wanzhou coaxed.
Meng Qingge bit his fingers and tilted his head to think about it. He reached out his hand and opened his arms. He said happily to Ji Wanzhou, "OK, I want to hold him."
Ji Wanzhou looks at Meng Qingge's cute posture after drinking, which is rarely seen at ordinary times. He is coquettish and relies on him wirelessly. Ji is very satisfied in his heart.
Ji Wanzhou bent down and bent his knees, reached out to drag Meng Qingge's knee socket, and lifted Meng Qingge from the ground in his arms. Meng Qingge subconsciously hugged Ji Wanzhou's neck.
"Wait, turn around." Meng Qingge tightly strangled Ji Wanzhou's neck, moved Ji Wanzhou's face to himself, frowned, and looked at him.
"Turn around?" Ji Wanzhou doubted his ears for the second time this evening. I didn't expect that Meng Qingge was so cute after drinking wine. How cute and how cute he should be.
Ji Wanzhou even doubted whether he had been supplemented by many places,
"yes, turn around, no ~" Meng Qingge quickly compared his hand to a circle, flying around in the sky.
"Well, then follow me and I'll take you around." Season evening boat low voice coax small wife, holding people to go back.
Meng Qingge was angry, a circle of heavy hanging in the heart of the season boat, "before I said things you will do, now you are clearly perfunctory me."
Season evening boat sighed a tone, or recognize life embrace Meng Qingge, turn two circles, "how, Qingge, wake up, you know what you are doing now."
"I..." Meng Qingge suddenly felt that his life had been very empty, he had just seen the film, but the content has not become a blank ending.
Meng Qingge couldn't help sighing, "I don't know."
"Go home." Ji Wanzhou strides out with Meng Qingge.
But just after a short walk, Meng Qingge is not happy again. This time, he not only hammers his chest, but also forces Ji Wanzhou to stop.
"What's the matter? What's the problem, Qingge?" Ji Wanzhou once again put people down. It will take a while to come to Qualcomm. You are very familiar with
"this is not the place I came here before." Meng Qingge groans at Ji Wanzhou's ear and insists on taking people to the place they have passed.Ji Wanzhou had to turn around and walk in the direction of Meng Qingge.
Walking into the meeting hall, a group of children have fallen asleep, lying on the table, lying on the ground, but did not come out to meet her.
Meng Qingge called out, "I'm back."
She looked around, but no one paid any attention to him. She could not help feeling a little uncomfortable. She bowed over the body of Ji Wanzhou and did not make trouble.
Ji Wanzhou can't help but bow his head and print a kiss on Meng Qingge's face.
Meng Qingge is suddenly happy, peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed up, comfortable like a cat. Looking at Ji Wanzhou, he said word by word, "or you are the best to me."
"I'm the best, of course."
Ji Wanzhou didn't want to take care of this, but he couldn't let a group of drunkards sleep in the hall. I'm afraid not many people will catch a cold the next day.
He called the manager and gave the matter to himself. He took Meng Qingge directly to the hotel suite.
Meng does not want to add luster to the manager's heart if he wants to add luster to the things he has done before.
He just turned to go, but Meng Qingge suddenly whispered, "don't want him, he's a bad guy."
Ji Wanzhou stopped and patiently asked, "who is the bad guy?"
"He, that's him."
There were only two people standing in the room, and he was undoubtedly the manager.
Ji Wanzhou narrows his eyes dangerously, bad guys. The word has a lot of meanings.
The manager didn't dare to stand still.