Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

"Ye Wanxin, are you drinking or not? How long have you been dawdling? Everyone is waiting to continue playing games."

Ye Wanxin glanced at Qin Yehan again, seeing him also watching with cold eyes, looking like he was watching a good show, he just felt heartbroken.

She had never seen such an unreliable partner.

But no matter how much she complained in her heart, she still had to drink.

After that, the game still didn't play anymore, Ye Wanxin was already drunk to death after drinking three glasses of wine.

Huo Yanshen had no choice but to pinch his nose and find someone to take her back.

Rong Jiuci also left with the drunk Murong Rong in his arms.

Emperor View Garden.

Mrs. Xiang asked for leave and went home, and there were no other servants here who were quiet.

Rong Jiuci put Murong Rong on the sofa, he tugged on his tie, turned around and went to the kitchen to make sober soup for Murong Rong.

As soon as the fire was turned off, Rong Jiuci heard movement in the living room, and quickly walked out with a bowl in his hand, and then saw Murong Rong fall to the ground.

Rong Jiuci put down the bowl, walked over to help Murong Rong up.

"Thank you." Murong Rong was obviously very drunk, and his tongue was already hanging out when he spoke.

Rong Jiuci watched Murong Rong go out, and couldn't help but grab her: "What do you want to do?"

"No...don't do anything...go...go home, I'm going home..."

"Where is your home? This is your home."

"No." Murong Rong retorted loudly, shaking his head vigorously: "This is not me...my house..."

She waited for Rong Jiuci, showing an expression that she wanted to lie to me even though I was young.

Rong Jiuci's expression suddenly became dangerous, and he asked her, "Then where is your home?"

He wants to see where is the home of this little heartless heart.

"My home is..." Murong Rong got stuck in the middle of speaking, yes, where is her home?

Nantong District?

No, that's my mother's house. My mother said that after she gets married, she will be a guest when she goes back.

Song family?

No, no, she divorced Song Chuhe.

That place was later rented.

Not to mention, it was just a place to live.

"Dijing Garden..." Murong Rong spoke out the name with great difficulty.

Rong Jiuci looked good, but luckily this little drunk has a conscience.

In the next second, she shook her head like a rattle.

"no no."

Dijingyuan is not her home.

"I'm going to find my home."

Everyone should have a home.

She is alone, she also needs to have a family, she has to look for it, she must look for it.

"Go away, I'm going to find my home."

Rong Jiuci's face was as black as charcoal, and he dragged Murong Rong back: "Come back to me!"

Murong Rong was shaken by the man's tugging. She already felt her stomach churning, but after being tugged by him like this, the nausea rushed straight up.

She pushed Rong Jiuci hard: "You...you let me go! Let go!"

She twisted her body desperately, her expression becoming more and more uncomfortable.

It is said that when a person is drunk, his nature can be revealed the most. Murong Rong has repeatedly resisted him and wanted to leave all the time. Does this mean that she never thought of staying by his side?

No.

It's not just after being drunk, Murong Rong has never concealed her intention to leave on weekdays.

No matter how clear he is not to be as knowledgeable as a drunkard, Rong Jiuci still can't control himself.

His arm clasped Murong Rong's waist with great strength, not allowing her to refuse, he gritted his teeth: "Murong Rong, you remember clearly, I will not let you leave. Don't try to run away."

"Go... vomit..."

Murong Rong couldn't hold on any longer, and spat out.

Rong Jiuci's face turned green, and the feeling of vomit sliding over his body made goose bumps pop up all over his body.

Every minute and every second at this time was nothing less than torture for Rong Jiuci, who was obsessed with cleanliness, but he still did not get rid of Murong Rong.

Just when she was lying in his arms, he didn't pull her away until she finished vomiting.

At this moment, the clothes on their bodies could not be taken anymore, Rong Jiuci endured the nausea, stripped off Murong Rong's clothes, and threw them into the trash can.

"Sit down honestly for me, I'll go to the bathroom to take care of it." Rong Jiuci was afraid that Murong Rong would catch a cold, so he took the blanket and threw it on her body, and hurried to the bathroom.

Murong Rong was so drunk that he didn't hear what Rong Jiuci said clearly.

She was obediently nestling on the sofa, but she felt very thirsty, and she instinctively looked for something to eat.

Then, I saw the bowl on the coffee table.

The dark brown liquid, with a few plums floating in it, looks mouth-watering.

Murong Rong couldn't bear it anymore, picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

Then--

"Hiss... so hot... so hot..."

Rong Jiuci was taking a bath in the bathroom on the first floor when he suddenly heard movement in the living room.

He was worried about Murong Rong, so he rushed out without even brushing his hair.

Seeing Murong Rong jumping around in the living room, he immediately grabbed her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"pain……"

Murong Rong was particularly wronged, there was a layer of tears in those apricot eyes, watery like black gems soaked in water, bright and charming, but the most alluring thing was her slightly parted red lips and the crimson tip of her tongue Spit out a little, like a cherry on the branch, tempting to pick.

Rong Jiuci's eyes suddenly changed, and a burst of anger surged up, staring at Murong Rong like a very hungry beast seeing its prey.

However, Rong Jiuci was actually very hungry.

Ever since An'an's accident, Murong Rong was either in a bad mood or was losing his temper with him.

It made his fiancée's man look like a monk, but now she showed such a seductive look, how could he bear it.

Murong Rong saw that she was crying with her mouth open for a long time, but Rong Jiuci ignored her at all, and immediately felt wronged.

"It hurts... my mouth hurts..."

Murong Rong's tears fell, accusing Rong Jiuci: "You don't care about me at all." Her tears were pattering like pearls rolling down, she looked extremely wronged.

The drunk Murong Rong was different from her usually calm and self-possessed, she had a kind of childishness that he had never seen before.

The anger hidden in Rong Jiuci's heart dissipated just like that, and suddenly he blamed himself.

He knew that Murong Rong was like a little hedgehog from his childhood experience, he would stand up his spines when encountering some troubles, but he was still angry with her.

"do not Cry."

Rong Jiuci's tone was as soft as cotton candy, and he held her face with his big hands: "Where does it hurt?"

"Tongue."

Murong Rong's tears came and went quickly, only the red eyes and nose proved that she had cried before, she stuck out her tongue for Rong Jiuci to see.

boom--

At that moment, it was as if something exploded in Rong Jiuci's heart, he couldn't control himself anymore, he pulled Murong Rong over, clasped her head with his big hand, and kissed her in a gesture that would not allow her to refuse.

Deep, mad, kissing her.

When Murong Rong was kissed, it hurt a little at first, but she soon stopped feeling the pain, her whole body was as if she was in a cloud.

She widened her eyes, and the only thing she could see in her eyes was the man who sealed her in his arms at this moment.

He is inviting her to sink.