Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

Finally squeezed out from the crowd, Fang Jianning let out a long sigh of relief, stepped forward in three steps at a time, and pulled Bao Siheng out of the crowd of women.

"Who?"

The man lowered his head, his hoarse voice was somewhat impatient.

The strong smell of alcohol made Fang Jianing a little disgusted, she put her hands on his shoulders, took a step back, and spoke lightly.

"Are you going?"

this voice...

She looks more like Fang Jianning than that woman?
Bao Siheng slowly raised his head, his slightly opened eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist, he slowly moved closer to her to make his sight clearer, trying to see her face clearly.

However, under the paralysis of alcohol, not only could he not open his eyes, but even the reaction function of his brain seemed to have stopped.

Looking around, he couldn't see anything clearly, so he could only look down, and saw a black dress with a graceful silhouette in a blur.

"Assistant Tang?"

Hearing that three words came out of Bao Siheng's mouth, Fang Jianning was stunned for a moment, and the man fell on his shoulders without paying attention.

Fang Jianning looked down at herself, that's right, the dress she was wearing today seemed to be similar to Tang Zi's.

"Who are you?"

Several women stood up and frowned at Fang Jianning, their eyes full of hostility.

But she didn't even bother to look at them, she directly put Bao Siheng's arm on her shoulder, and turned to leave.

"Hey, who the hell are you? Why did you take him away? What's your relationship with him?"

Fang Jianning's footsteps stopped.

Indeed, I have nothing to do with him.She raised her head and gave the unconscious man a cold look, then reached out and touched his arms.

A card slammed onto the table, Fang Jianning looked slightly sideways: "Check out, the money inside should be enough to pay for everyone tonight."

After finishing speaking, ignoring the astonished eyes of those women, Fang Jianning grabbed Bao Siheng's wrist with one hand and his waist with the other, and quickly moved towards the door.

As soon as he walked out of the bar, a gust of wind blew in his face. Bao Siheng pushed Fang Jianning away reflexively, grabbed the tree and started to vomit.

The overwhelming smell of alcohol filled the air, Fang Jianning looked back with a cold face, the man grabbed the tree, lowered his head, his body bowed like a shrimp, he looked a bit funny, completely without the cold air of a domineering president.

Looking at it, Fang Jianing felt a strange feeling in his heart.

She actually felt a little distressed.

Sighing, Fang Jianning went to the nearby convenience store to buy water and paper towels. When he went out, the man was lying sprawled on the ground, and there were a few passers-by whispering.

Fang Jianning was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward.

"Bo Siheng, get up."

The body was moved, and a strong stimulus once again triggered a tsunami in Bo Siheng's stomach. He wanted to stop it, but it was too late. He turned his face and vomited again. This time, he also got some on his body.

Fang Jianning's eyebrows were twisted into knots. She covered her nose and handed over the water and tissues, but the other party stared in a daze. She had no choice but to put away the tissues first, then unscrew the cap of the bottle, and went to the man's chest. After taking a few mouthfuls, he took out a tissue and stuffed it into the man's hand.

I thought the man would at least wipe it off by himself, but the other party turned out to be like a child, directly kneading the tissue into a ball and about to feed it to his mouth. Fang Jianing was startled, and hurriedly grabbed his wrist, and could only take the tissue from his palm. Pick it out little by little, and then help him wipe the corners of his mouth and the stains on his body.

"Jane Ning..."

With a low moan and heavy breathing, Fang Jianning's hand holding the tissue shook, did he recognize it?
Fang Jianning raised his head tentatively, but saw that the other party just closed his eyes, shaking his head and losing consciousness.

It's just drunk and talking nonsense.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." After tidying up the man a little bit, Fang Jianning helped him walk towards the taxi.

"no, do not want!"

The man suddenly became agitated, frowning and pulling his collar, looking very impatient: "I don't want to go back!"

"If you don't go back, where do you want to go?" Fang Jianning stopped, feeling a little impatient.

It's late at night, can't you stop it?

"Don't go to my house..." Bao Siheng closed his eyes and shook his head: "Jianning, she doesn't like Jianning...she doesn't like other women coming to my house..."

Fang Jianning turned to look at him with a stunned expression.

When... when did she say such a thing?Fang Jianning subconsciously began to search for memories, but his mind was blank, and there was nothing.

She tried to think deeper, but after a while, her head started to hurt, so intense that Fang Jianning almost threw the person in her hand out.

Quickly pulling her thoughts back, Fang Jianning gasped for breath, and it took a while for the splitting headache to subside. She supported Bao Siheng and walked forward quickly.

In the middle of the night, at the door of Bo's building with only emergency lights left, a thin figure hugged a tall figure, and the two walked in cuddling.

It took a lot of effort to help Bao Siheng into the office, but she threw him directly on the sofa, "" You will stay here tonight. "

He didn't want to go home, but Fang Jianning definitely couldn't afford the hotel money, so he had to bring him an office.

At first, he planned to walk away, but looking back at the person on the sofa, Fang Jianning felt that with this person's sleeping appearance, if he didn't tidy it up, this limited edition leather sofa would probably have to be scrapped.

Frugal people don't advocate recklessness, sighed, Fang Jianning went to the cubicle to find towels and bathrobes, took them out and threw them on the sofa, she went in and fetched a basin of water.

Facing the sleeping man, Fang Jianning stopped in mid-air with his outstretched hand, hesitating a little.After all, it is not suitable for a lonely man and a widow.

But you can't count on him, can you?
Just treat it as a dead body.

After some mental struggle, Fang Jianning dropped his hands, quickly unbuttoned the man's jacket, and dragged the dirty clothes off.

Looking at the man's well-defined abdominal muscle curves, Fang Jianing felt that her face was a little hot, she shook her eyes and turned her face to the side.

But you can't just leave him here, can you?After thinking about it, Fang Jianning finally turned her face away, wiped him carelessly, and quickly put on a bathrobe for him.

After doing all this, Fang Jianning heaved a long sigh of relief, turned off the lights and went out without hesitation.

The night shrouded the entire tall building, and he didn't know how long he had slept. Bao Siheng woke up slowly, rubbed his aching head, and began to recall his state after being drunk.

But the images in my mind were blurry and I couldn't remember anything.