Chapter 1341： Zhuo Li suddenly felt a little sad.

Chapter 1341 Zhuo Li suddenly felt a little sad.

"I...I may be too tired." Zhuo Li turned around and said in a deep voice, with a trace of error and irritation passing across his masculine face.

Yao Rong stepped forward, hugged his waist from behind, pressed his face against his back, smelled the man’s body, and whispered: "Is something troublesome?"

Zhuo Lin turned around, picked her up, and let Yao Rong lean against her.

"Hmm." The man kissed his head and covered his face.

Zhuo Lin was ready, and for a moment, the whole person seemed to be poured cold water.

"Zhuo Lin, what's wrong with you?..." Yao Rong was a little surprised for an instant.

Zhuo Lin backed away, his whole body hitting the pillar as if struck by lightning.

"I, I'll go for a walk." Zhuo Di wanted to go, but Yao Rong grabbed him.

"How could.... Are you in a bad mood?" Yao Rong's white face climbed into the blush, and she quickly retracted her hand.

She held onto Zhuo Li, trying to figure out what was going on, until she seemed to realize something.

"Bang" Zhuo Li turned around and hit the wall with a punch. He took a deep breath and said to her, "I may be too tired. Let's try again."

"Zhuo Li." Upon seeing this, Yao Rong wanted to stop him, Zhuo Li hugged her and returned to the room.

"Bang" He was tall and fell to the ground, unable to believe that he looked at himself like a joke.

"Zhuo, it's okay." Yao Rong's neck was branded with kisses/marks.

She stepped forward and looked at Zhuo Li.

The woman's little hand, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered: "It's okay! Trust me."

Zhuo took a hand, hugged her, and held her tightly.

"Pop" he lit a cigarette and took a sip.

"Rest early." Zhuo Di said in a deep voice, pulling the quilt for her, then got up and walked outside, closing the door gently.

Looking at him leaving, Yao Rong lowered his head, reached for his mobile phone, and searched: "I'm sorry, why?"

There are different opinions on the information searched online.

"...I can't raise the strength, it is a mental problem that Changtong is, or.... There is a problem with the body." Yao Rong read the words, raising his eyes.

Seeing the door opened, Zhuo Li stood there, staring at her in shock.

"Pop" Yao Rong was anxious, and threw her phone aside. She hugged the pillow and said to him, "You are back? If you are not busy, rest early."

Yao Rong said, lifting the quilt beside him and motioning him to come up.

"I have something else." Zhuo Li was embarrassed, looking at the soft bed, he couldn't lift his foot, turned and walked out, gently closing the door.

Yao Rong sat on the edge of the bed, was silent for a long time, reached out for a coat, put it on and walked out.

In the courtyard, it was strangely quiet.

She stood in front of the door, looked at a certain corner, walked over to hear a vague movement, Yao Rong walked forward and saw Zhuo Li sitting there, pouring a beer into his mouth.

"Bang" he lifted the beer bottle and poured it over his face, rubbing his face with his palm, trying to make himself sober.

"Zhuo Li, you have enough." Yao Rong stepped forward, slapped the beer bottle into the air, and lifted Zhuo Li, but he backed up to block her.

Yao Rong stretched his hand on his shoulder and looked at him with a somewhat decadent appearance. He dragged Zhuo Di back. Zhuo Di didn't dare to struggle for fear of hurting her. In addition, he could not stand steady after drinking too much.

"Bang" Zhuo Li was thrown into the bathtub by her, and the strong general pressed him to wash away the smell of alcohol on his body.

Zuo Lin ran out of the bathtub, stepped back, and said to her: "I don't know what's going on? I'm a waste, Yao Rong, I'm a waste."

Without any warning, becoming a "soft man" in one second is a major blow to Zhuo Li.

(End of this chapter)