Something big happened! The villain boss ran out of the book

"Go away." Lu Huaizhi glanced at Jiang Wanzhou and waved at those people with some disgust.

The three men crawled away from the two men's sight, fearing that they would be a step late.

"I have something to do tomorrow, so I'll leave first." Lu Huaizhi was very considerate. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

He doesn't want to be a light bulb here.

Yu Miaomiao secretly glanced at the wine on the table, and while Jiang Wanzhou wasn't paying attention, she quickly picked it up and took a few sips.

Get drunk quickly, get drunk quickly!

"Stop drinking." Jiang Wanzhou frowned and quickly raised his hand to stop her, only to find that Yu Miaomiao had already drunk half the bottle.

His eyes fell on the pile of empty wine glasses on the table, and his brows twitched.

How much did you drink?

Does she drink like this every time she breaks up?

Jiang Wanzhou pursed his lips unconsciously, looking at Yu Miaomiao with a gloomy expression in his eyes.

The alcohol gradually started to take over.

Yu Miaomiao's skin was flushed pink, and her eyes were a little blurry. She stared at Jiang Wanzhou's face without blinking, raised her hand to touch his eyes, and then randomly traced the contours of his face, her red lips slightly parted, "You look like him."

Like who?

"Who?" Jiang Wanzhou's eyebrows moved slightly, and he spoke softly with a cold voice.

His hand was on Yu Miaomiao's waist, his palm resting on her naked back. The delicate and smooth touch made his eyes darken.

"I've already sent him a message, but he still didn't come!" She seemed extremely angry and punched Jiang Wanzhou. Her pretty eyebrows wrinkled and her sparkling eyes stared at the man in front of her. She pinched his face in anger and said, "I'm drunk!"

Mingming has added her on WeChat since high school, and he would like every post she made.

Just don't chat with her.

Jiang Wanzhou let Yu Miaomiao ravage his face, his eyes dark with emotions surging in them. The hand behind his waist tightened unconsciously, and he lowered his head to get closer to her, his breath filled with her fragrance and intoxicating alcohol, "Who did you message?"

Does she have someone else in her heart?

Yu Miaomiao's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, her red lips slightly parted, and she stared at the person in front of her for a long time. The two of them were very close to each other, their breaths intertwined, and the air around them seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jiang Wanzhou slightly closed his eyelashes, lowered his eyes to stare at her alluring lips, and couldn't help but rub her nose, and was about to place a kiss.

"I'm so mad!" Yu Miaomiao seemed to come to her senses suddenly and turned her head to avoid the kiss.

Jiang Wanzhou stopped and pursed his lips in restraint.

Almost...crossed the line.

Yu Miaomiao had completely given up her drunkenness. The person in front of her still had a faint cold fragrance on her body, like the lingering smell of shower gel after a bath.

She instinctively pressed herself against Jiang Wanzhou, and her fair arms wrapped around his neck.

She buried her head in Jiang Wanzhou's neck, her red lips almost touching his Adam's apple, her warm breath sprayed on his neck, her tone was full of grievance, "I'm obviously grown up."

"Why... can't you like me... Jiang Wanzhou..."

The last sentence was almost a whisper from Yu Miaomiao, but Jiang Wanzhou heard every word.

The last taut string in my brain finally broke, and the emotions in my eyes could no longer be contained and burst out completely.

Jiang Wanzhou's big hands were bulging with veins as he grabbed the back of Yu Miaomiao's neck. He lowered his head and grabbed her red lips that he had coveted for a long time, and snatched the wine from her mouth regardless of the consequences.

This was her second confession, and she couldn't go back on her word this time.

"Go home first." Jiang Wanzhou pressed down Yu Miaomiao's hands that were causing trouble under his clothes. His breathing was unstable, his thin lips pressed against her ears, and his cold voice sounded like a restrained low kiss.

Jiang Wanzhou squatted down, put his forearm around Yu Miaomiao's thigh, his veins tense, and exerted force on his hands. The next second, he lifted the person up on his shoulders.

Yu Miaomiao was frightened and subconsciously hugged his head. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't get free. Someone patted her butt lightly, and she lay still in a daze.

Jiang Wanzhou stuffed her into the back seat and carefully tidied her dress.

As soon as the door was opened, Jiang Wanzhou pushed him to the entrance. The sensor light turned on instantly and the door closed. Lust surged in his radiant peach blossom eyes and his hot breath sprayed in his ears, "How come you are still so naughty after growing up?"

From the moment she got on the car until now, the seat between them couldn't stop Yu Miaomiao's hands from touching him all over. Her whole body was wrapped around him limply as if she had no bones, and she almost flipped over in the middle of the seat.

From time to time, she stared at him with her beautiful, moist and misty eyes, and occasionally she whined and scolded him in front of him, looking very aggrieved.

"Do you know who I am?" Jiang Wanzhou held Yu Miaomiao's slightly red face with his slender hands, breathing deeply, suppressing the restlessness in his body. His voice was hoarse, and his high nose bridge almost brushed against her nose tip.

Yu Miaomiao rubbed his palm, raised her head and kissed Jiang Wanzhou's chin, mumbling, "Well... you are... a big liar..."

"Damn Jiang Wanzhou!" Yu Miaomiao put her arms around Jiang Wanzhou's waist, and with an unknown strength, the two of them stumbled back to the bed.

Jiang Wanzhou was pushed onto the bed by her. He supported himself with his hands behind his back and leaned back. His chest heaved up and down, his breathing was rapid. He looked at Yu Miaomiao, who was looking at him with seductive eyes, with a heavy gaze.

The black high heels on her feet had been thrown to the ground by Yu Miaomiao, and her tenderness was about to burst out from under her seaweed-like chestnut curly hair.

Her waist was slender and could be held in one hand. Her red skirt only reached her knees. Now she was sitting astride the man, with the hem of her skirt rising up to reveal her fair and slender thighs.

It has a sharp and stimulating visual contrast with the bright red, and the figure is sexy and hot, which makes people excited at a glance.

The two shoulder straps were so incredibly thin that they seemed like they would break if torn, just like a gorgeous spirit-calling banner.

The shoulder strap on the right shoulder slipped quietly and hung loosely, revealing an attractive white collarbone.

Yu Miaomiao had bright and beautiful facial features, with the corners of her eyes raised like a cat, and she was breathtakingly charming. She reached out and pushed Jiang Wanzhou's chest, pushing him back onto the bed.

Jiang Wanzhou stared at her deeply with his dark eyes, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

A slightly cool hand reached under his clothes and groped wantonly from the waist upwards. The short-sleeved shirt, which was already wrinkled from being ravaged, was pulled down and thrown aside with a slender hand.

Revealing the cold, white and strong body inside.

"It finally fell into my hands." Yu Miaomiao's beautiful eyes, which seemed to be drunk, hooked at Jiang Wanzhou. She picked up his chin with her right hand and lifted it lightly, then wiped his thin crimson lips with her backhand.

Then he gently tapped the Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, and used his fingertips to trace from the fragile neck to the taut abdominal muscles, "You can't escape this time."

The fingertips fell lightly on him, like feathers scratching his skin, and those fingertips seemed to carry fire and the most poisonous drug in the world.

As it went down inch by inch, Jiang Wanzhou's breathing became increasingly disordered, his Adam's apple slid, his muscular chest rose and fell slightly, and his thin waist was tense, outlining a smooth line.

A restrained gasp escaped from between his lips and teeth, and his raised eyes were as black as ink, filled with lust.

This time he couldn't hide, nor did he want to hide.