Chapter 523

It's already one o'clock in the morning after the party finished their meal. After leaving Chuqing and all humanity, only Wen Yanchu and she are in the same direction.

The stars have disappeared, the road is sparsely populated, early sunny face some red, eyes with wine gas, "now it's very late, I'll take you home."

Wen Yanchu smiles and says nothing. Shouldn't this be said by men?

Wen Yanchu released his hand and pushed her away without expression. In a moment, she suddenly asked to rub it up and put his arm as a pillow on her chest.

His body is constantly twisting, and his graceful posture wrapped in a long white skirt stimulates Wen Yanchu's nerves. His hand is constantly touching his hand on the steering wheel. It's very dangerous, it's really dangerous.

When Chuqing is sober, she will make this kind of mistake: her head keeps leaning on a man, and her hands are almost on the man's arm.

The BMW turned to the south-east, the wheels turned rapidly, and the wind blew up in the open market.

In this case, we can only go back to his "home".

Chuqing's face was sweet, and suddenly she twisted up, crying like a child, frowning deeper, drunk like this!

When she got into the car, Wen Yanchu tied her seat belt and patted her face as smooth as porcelain. She was reluctant to let go and said, "where's your home? I'll take you back. "

Frowning, looking at the woman lying in the co pilot's sleeping position, how to see, how to feel pleasing to the eye, he rubbed the temple.

Wen Yanchu couldn't wake her up, so he simply pulled her hand away, picked her into the car, and found the car key from her bag.

Chuqing continued to lean against him with her beautiful eyes closed. She seemed to hear his elder brother calling her. There was a bright flower on the corner of her mouth. Her hand came to his waist from Wen Yanchu's hand and hugged him tightly. She didn't know what to mutter.

"Chuqing..." Wen Yan had a pause for the first time, but suddenly he felt that the name was a little distant and misty, and he grasped his heart carefully.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice had become hoarse and deep, and he couldn't express his sexuality.

“……” Wen Yanchu was dumbfounded and laughed. He used himself as a pillow. The woman's soft body rubbed against him again and again. Wen Yanchu felt that her body was rubbed with fire.

"Well, what a comfortable pillow."

Fingers are like kindling fire. Everywhere they go, they cause fire in his body. The powerful and warm palm envelops her little hand.

She put her hands on his chest again, gently touched and patted, like a habitual movement, her head on the other side of his chest, and then comfortably put her face on.

Wen Yanchu frowns. Is it always so hard for women to get drunk?

Chuqing leaned on him, sucking his unique breath, and then asked, "Hey, handsome guy, what are you laughing at?"

She didn't think she wanted to take the opportunity to do something to him. Suddenly she felt a little dizzy and stumbled when she walked. Wen Yanchu had no choice but to hook her lips. She didn't know how to drink. She stepped up on her long legs and helped her staggering body.

Chuqing drank some wine and asked, "what are you laughing at?"

As soon as Wen Yanchu breathed hard, he rubbed to a soft place and almost lost control. The white BMW suddenly swayed on the road. God knows that this kind of thing can't happen to him even if it happened to anyone. The F1 racer was thrown away by a woman!

Wen Yanchu suddenly braked and stopped the car. He didn't expect that the drunken woman had completely changed.

His face is very black, hot and dry from the arm, he cold eyes pull back his arm, push away the drunk woman.