Spoiled her husband in a vegetative state after marriage

Shen Qianyan was taken aback, and immediately went to see Jin Zhongting's reaction. It was probably the first time that this boss had been spat on, as if he had been fixed in place by some spell, and his brows were furrowed into mountains, showing undisguised disgust. .

"I'm sorry, I'm a little drunk late." Shen Qianyan apologized, thinking that Jin Zhongting should understand, after all, he himself was so drunk just two days ago.

However, Jin Zhongting didn't understand, he just wanted to get rid of this troublesome woman quickly.

As soon as he had this thought, footsteps came from the corridor.

"Wan Wan! Wan Wan!" It was Duan Mingzheng's voice.

Shen Qianyan turned her head and saw Duan Mingzheng running over with an anxious expression.

"How is the evening?"

"She's very well." Jin Zhongting had a stern face, "We're not very well."

Duan Mingzheng glanced at Shen Qianyan and Jin Zhongting, whose clothes were dirty, and raised his hand to slap his nose: "Did you vomit late?"

"Or I vomited it myself?" Jin Zhongting was annoyed.

"All right, all right, I'm sorry, I apologize for her." Duan Mingzheng took An Xiwan over, picked her up and put her on the bed, "Leave it to me, I will take care of her, you guys hurry up and open a room next door to deal with it. Disgusting."

open a room...

Why does this sound so intriguing.

Shen Qianyan was about to refuse, but Jin Zhongting had already pulled her out. When he reached the door, he made a call, and soon the hotel manager ran up with the room card.

"Mr. Jin, I don't know if you're coming here, you may be welcome from afar..."

Jin Zhongting was full of stench, so he didn't care to listen to these words. He took the room card, thanked him, and dragged Shen Qianyan into the room.

Shen Qianyan was only focused on An Xiwan just now and didn't see it clearly. Only now did she realize that this floor is all the presidential suite, and the room is so big that she can't see the panoramic view at a glance.

"Do you wash first or should I wash first?" Jin Zhongting asked from the side.

This sounds more ambiguous.

Shen Qianyan was stunned for a moment, and then heard him say: "You can also wash together."

"what?"

Seeing her expression change, Jin Zhongting immediately changed his words: "You wash first."

That's more or less.

In fact, Shen Qianyan couldn't stand the pungent smell for a long time. She ran into the bathroom and rinsed it from head to toe. Only after washing did she realize that she didn't have a change of clothes.

She put on a bathrobe and came out. Jin Zhongting had already taken off his shirt and was standing shirtless at the bar making coffee. His skin was a sexy wheat color, and the muscle lines of his arms and back were almost perfect, and how generous his back was. , she has measured at the elbow...

A few wall lamps were lit in the room, and the curling heat was wrapped in the aroma of coffee, everything stimulated Shen Qianyan's senses.

For a moment, she was dizzy, and the scene of being in love with Jin Zhongting kept flashing back in her mind. What it felt like to be hugged by such powerful arms, once she had it, no one would forget it.

Jin Zhongting turned his head and saw Shen Qianyan staring at his back in a daze, and asked, "Why are you thinking so engrossed?"

Of course, it was impossible for Shen Qianyan to tell him what she was thinking.

"I have no clothes to wear," she said.

"I've sent someone over."

"Do you know what size I wear?"

"Sleep, you don't even know this?"

Shen Qianyan's "hooligan" was on the verge of her mouth, and she swallowed it when she thought of the colorful fragments in her mind. She is not a hooligan, so why bother to laugh at fifty steps.