Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

The cool night breeze, through the melting snow, filled the air with a bone-chilling chill.

The slender figure of the woman, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, ran towards the figure standing under the dead tree at the door.

In the next second, the woman threw herself into the man's arms.

Rong Ye was caught off guard, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug her tightly.

Looking at the woman with flushed cheeks in her arms, she was slightly taken aback.

"Drink!"

Even in the cold night, the strong alcohol smell on his body was still so clear.

The woman stretched out her finger, slowly compared and said with a smile: "I just drank a little bit..."

The forehead that was blown by the cold wind was full of alcohol and a little chaotic.

Bo Youning looked at the man above her head with a smile on her face, her black eyes sparkling in the night sky.

Rong Ye looked at it and said with a smile, "You're drunk."

In the cold night, the man's voice was unusually gentle, like a sweet drink, slowly flowing into the depths of his heart.

At the position above the left chest, the heart was suddenly grasped, beating crazily.

That sweet breath seems to have penetrated into the deepest part of my heart.

It is said that the night is seductive, but the night is beautiful only when people are seductive.

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk for a thousand cups."

Bo Youning lowered her head, muttered softly with a blushing face, and her voice was a little soft.

His eyes fell on the clothes on his chest.

The thick black fascinated her eyes.

She didn't even know that when she spoke, her voice would involuntarily be coquettish.

Rong Ye's gaze swept across not far away, not far from the gate of the community, there was a colored car parked.

The car has not left for a long time, as if through this thick night, you can still see the situation in the community clearly.

"How did you get back?"

Rong Ye's voice had the mellowness and deepness unique to a man.

The voice was not loud, but it was enough for the woman in his arms to understand.

A small hand stretched out from his arms, quietly pointed to the location of the door, and whispered back: "Someone sent me back."

The woman looks well-behaved, like a daughter who hasn't grown up.

He obediently responded to every question of the man, with his head lowered and his body shaking slightly from time to time.

It seemed that through drinking, she became bolder and more unscrupulous.

The only difference is that today's women are not so shy.

"Tell me where to go in the future, and I will pick you up."

The man said slowly, wondering if the woman in his arms was drunk or not, and if she understood what he said.

The woman nodded vigorously.

He looked up and smiled, "Okay."

There was a clean light in the translucent black eyes.

Rong Ye smiled lightly and said, "You seem to be really drunk."

Bo Youning quickly reached out and put her finger on her lips, hissed a little: "I can't tell others, I'm never drunk."

She said, and pointed to the gate of the community.

"If I'm drunk, I'm ashamed."

It's hard for her to know it would be embarrassing.

Rong Ye leaned over and picked her up horizontally, and strode into the building.

Bo Youning leaned on the man's shoulder, sniffing his body with the tip of her nose.

She obediently did not speak, and let the man carry her into the elevator.

The little face buried on the shoulders was burning hot red.

Blown by the cold wind outside, her head was dizzy, and the road under her feet was soft.

The whole person seemed to be buried in a warm cloud, maybe she was really drunk.

She was willing to let herself get drunk as it should be, and she didn't have to think about being reserved or saving face.

The elevator doors opened with a jingle!

The person in his arms buried his head in and let himself lie in his arms.

It would be nice if the way home was a little longer, a little longer.

Outside the gate of the community.

The black commercial vehicle was already watching quietly.

They have long been unable to see the situation inside.

The driver glanced at the man behind him hesitantly, and asked, "Master..."

"go home."

Zhang Yaonian turned his eyes dryly, and looked ahead calmly.

What he held in his arms was his coat.

It seemed that after such a long time, the temperature of the woman's body still remained on it, and the wrapped hands tightened slightly, and finally put the clothes on the seat beside her.

Inside Zhang's house.

At this time, the lights are still brightly lit, and the melted snow on the roof is slowly dripping along the edge.

On the withered branches, cold drops of water will still fall.

The black car drove into the yard, Zhang Yaonian got out of the car, and strode into the house.

The coat in his hand has been quietly held by him.

On the sofa in the living room, a couple is sitting quietly.

Hearing the sound from the door, Mrs. Zhang looked over first.

The air that had been heavy just now dissipated immediately.

Looking at Zhang Yaonian who entered the door, Mrs. Zhang frowned and said, "Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you send Xiao Ning home?"

Such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be good for two people to sit together while drinking?

If you can love your concubine, it will come naturally, then things can't be better.

Facing Mrs. Zhang's expectant expression, Zhang Yaonian couldn't help but lower his eyes.

"Mom, today is obviously not your birthday, why are you lying?"

Mrs. Zhang did not expect that she would be questioned by her own son.

After being stunned for a while, he said coldly: "Is there anything wrong with this? The Bo family obviously wants to reject this marriage. If Mom doesn't keep her to create opportunities for you, it will all be in vain."

Mrs. Zhang took it for granted. After taking the hangover medicine just now, she still felt a little dizzy and her face was even more ugly.

"If you don't like it, it's useless to force it."

Zhang Yaonian said in a deep voice, for some reason, the back figure from just now flashed before his eyes.

She ran towards the man so eagerly and firmly, she never looked back from the beginning to the end.

If it wasn't for the person you like waiting for you, why would you be so impatient.

Zhang Yaonian tore off his coat angrily.

"Are you blaming me? Well, you father and son are both high-spirited, and you can take care of the company's affairs yourself. If you think I'm too much in charge, I can leave it alone. Let the company go bankrupt in half a year, and let Xiaoyu be punished by others." It’s okay to refer to the illegitimate child.”

Mrs. Zhang's words seemed to have pierced Zhang Yaonian's weakness.

His face changed, and finally he just said: "Then you shouldn't use deception, it makes him feel a little uncomfortable."

Mrs. Zhang saw that her son had softened her heart, so she couldn't help asking, "Don't you like Xiao Ning?"

"I……"

Zhang Yaonian got stuck in his throat, but it was difficult to speak when the words came to his lips.

"Whether I like it or not is never important. The important thing is whether she treats the Zhang family well."

Zhang Yaonian sneered a little self-deprecatingly, then turned and went upstairs.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her son's back with a look of hatred.

"Such a good opportunity, why did he miss it for nothing? After drinking so much, if Bo Youning is not drunk, can't he get drunk and develop a step?"

Mrs. Zhang was very angry.

What I worked so hard to manage, was demolished by my son instead.

It's useless if you can't even hold down a woman!