The boss asked me to meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau

Di Moyu calmly raised his head and glanced at the surveillance camera on the top, with a smile that seemed to be not a smile on the corner of his mouth when he lowered his head.Look at Song Bailian again, she looks boneless, she can't wait to lie on her stomach

On Di Moyu's body.

He kept dodging, and in a daze he created the posture of an overlord bowing hard.

Obviously, the drunk Song Bailian was the Overlord.

"Lianlian, stop making trouble, where is the key? I'll let you in, and I'm leaving." Di Moyu's voice could not hear any ups and downs, but he pressed the boneless Song Bailian against the wall to prevent her from slipping down. that bag
Her legs, wrapped in trousers, were trembling.

Damn, it's too much to bear.

I really want to go now.

Di Moyu's throat tightened, and a gleam of light flashed from the bottom of his dark eyes.

Song Bailian's mind was buzzing, and she felt like a flat boat, heaving and falling by the sudden waves.

feeling bad.

She could only hold on to the edge of the boat, holding on tightly, for fear that she would fall into the water.

It's just that although the edge of the boat is hard, it's very hot, and if you pinch it hard, it will still move.

Song Bailian tried her best to open her eyes, wanting to have a look at the side of the boat, but when she lowered her head, she saw nothing but darkness.

Then, she heard what key.

Di Moyu felt that he was going crazy, the woman's little white hands were holding his thigh tightly, pinching it from time to time, there was a faint tendency to go up the thigh.

If this was in his house, he would have held that mischievous little hand a long time ago...

Di Moyu's voice was hoarse, so he had to say it again at a higher volume, "Lianlian, stop making trouble, where is the key?"

Quite earnest.

Song Bailian withdrew one hand with difficulty, and then began to feel around her body, trying to find out where the key was.

Di Moyu looked at her from a distance of one leg. Slowly, Di Moyu's eyes became darker and darker, and the little thing on the other side felt something wrong.

Song Bailian touched her neckline first, and when she found out that it was empty, she became a little unhappy. After mumbling a few words, she began to tug at the neckline, and suddenly pulled the neckline out of a big hole.

Di Moyu's height advantage was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. He looked at the spring in front of him with scarlet eyes, and it took a lot of effort to let his gaze fall elsewhere.

It's so hot.

Of course, Song Bailian didn't know what she was doing. She squinted her eyes and continued to touch down. Song Bailian was wearing a unisex T-shirt today. Of course it didn't have pockets. She touched it for a long time.
I went all the way to the hem of the clothes, and when I saw that I was free, I opened it and went inside without even thinking about it.

"Why not?" Song Bailian's waist was exposed to the outside, and the window in the corridor was still open. A gust of wind blew past, and she couldn't help shivering.

Di Moyu, who was holding her by her thigh, naturally felt it, and his eyes fell back again. Looking at it, his soul was about to leave his body.

White is true white, fine is also true fine.

"Song Bailian!" The three words were squeezed out between the teeth.

The instigator didn't realize it, and when she heard someone calling her, she smiled heartily and hummed.

Di Moyu wondered if the little thing in front of him was really drunk.

The cold is really cold Song Bailian, who has not heard the sound for a long time, very consciously approached the hot body.

She had already withdrawn her hand from the side of the boat, and she went straight into Di Moyu's arms.

Di Moyu, "..."

After glancing at the monitor, Di Moyu was overjoyed.

This initiative and coercion are two concepts.

In the next second, Di Moyu pretended to push a few times, "Stand still."

Drunk people are the most intolerant of resistance from others.

Song Bailian only felt that someone was pushing her all the time, the more she was pushed, the more she got inside, until finally, her pair of small hands tightly hugged his strong waist, and only then did she feel that the force to push her was gone.

"I, I don't have a key." Song Bailian could barely speak.

She did not have a key, and when she was caught by Leng Shao's group, she directly handed over the camera and bag to Lao Yan, and the house key was in the bag.

Naturally, Song Bailian did not expect that she only confessed the fact that she couldn't find the key after touching her body.

But someone is different.

As soon as he came out of the box, Di Moyu planned all this secretly in his heart.

With her attire that can be seen at a glance, there is a key to a fart.

He deliberately pretended to be a good person and sent her back.

There was a triumphant smile on the corner of Di Moyu's mouth, "There is no key, so where do you live tonight?"

Obviously, this question is too profound for a person who has drunk too much to understand.

At this moment, Song Bailian just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

As for where she slept, she had no consciousness at all.

Seeing her like this, Di Moyu felt almost relieved.

So, in the next second, Di Moyu stretched out his big palm without hesitation, and pulled her soft little hands off his waist.