Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Xufang squatted on the ground, looked back in a daze, and then grinned, "Jiang Zhi."

"Jianzhi Jiangzhi!"

She waved at him vigorously, shaking her shoulders, smiling like a little fool, laughed for a while, stood up on her knees, and staggered towards Jiangzhi.

Jiang Zhi opened his hand to catch her and made her hug her.

She was drunk, unable to stand, lying softly in his arms, tilting her head up, smiling so that her eyes narrowed into a crooked seam, and asked joyfully: "Jianzhi, are you here to carry me home?" "She was drunk and dim, so she could see Jiang Zhi's shadow clearly.

Jiang Zhi held her waist: "Yeah."

Then she will go with Jiang Zhi, turn her head, and wave her hand with Fang Ideal: "Ideal, I'm going home, goodbye."

Fang Ideal was still sitting on the stone pier with her face wrapped tightly. She got up, waved her hand, and said hello to Jiang Zhi: "Then I'm going back."

Jiang Zhi said: "Thank you."

Thoughtful and polite.

In fact, Jiang Zhi is not a friendly person. On the contrary, he comes from a family and has been exposed to too much falsehood and flattery. He also has a sense of distance when dealing with others. Aristocratic children are somewhat arrogant, except for Xue Baoyi and the others. I am patient with Zhou Xufang and his friends.

The great director personally thanked him so solemnly, Fang Ideal was a little unaccustomed: "Director Jiang is kind."

With a wave, she left.

In the back, Zhou Xufang kept shouting like "Jiangzhi Jiangzhi" like a spoiled child. In every word, he was happy.

This girl really likes Jiang Zhi.

Fang Ideal couldn't hold back. He glanced back under the street light and smiled: "It's nice that she met you. I never saw her smile before I met you."

Jiang Zhi didn't say anything, the corners of his mouth were raised.

Fang Ideal pressed the peaked cap and left. The night is so good tonight, and the people Zhou Xufang likes are also full of joy.

The wind is just right, the lighting is just right, there are fireworks in the bustling city.

Jiang Zhi helped Zhou Xufang to squat down, and he went in front of her: "Xu Fang, climb onto my back."

Zhou Xufang grabbed his clothes and squatted up, then hugged his neck, placed two legs on both sides, shaking, she put her face on his shoulders and said, "I'm done climbing."

Jiang Zhi carried her up.

Zhou Xufang was lying on his stomach and didn't move. When passing the traffic box, she pointed out to Jiang Zhi: "I want to buy that traffic policeman's clothes for you, but he won't sell it to me."

Next to the sentry box, the traffic police brother was a little embarrassed. He pretended to glance at Jiang Zhi inadvertently. The sky was a bit dark, and he couldn't see clearly with the lights, but the dress and temperament were all top-notch, just dyed. Hair that doesn't look serious, I don't know if it's a serious person. I was about to take another look when my eyes just hit.

Just a glimpse of the outline, but also know that the look is good.

The traffic police brother's heart jumped and he quickly retracted his gaze.

After looking at the clothes, Jiang Zhi said to Zhou Xufang, "I can't wear that clothes."

She tilted her head, confused: "Why?"

Jiang Zhi explained patiently: "That clothes can only be worn by traffic police."

"Oh." She put her hand on his head and patted it three times, "Don't be sad, I'll buy you other beautiful clothes."

There were not many people on the street. Two rows of camphor trees were planted along the road. The street lamps were interspersed in the middle, and the light passed through the cracks of the trees, falling into the mottled world.

The wind blows and blows, the trees sway and shook, and the people walked in full under the lights.

"Xu Fang."

"Ok."

Jiang Zhi walked very slowly, the street lamp was left behind, the shadow was in front, and the **** his back was shaking her head. He looked at her shadow on the ground: "You sang to others, but you didn't sing to me."

Zhou Xufang immediately said, "Then I will sing for you."

She showed off to him happily: "I will sing the songs from your movie." She was so proud of her invitation, she spread her hands around his neck and drew a big circle, "All will be ."

Jiang Zhi laughed low.

She began to sing: "The wind is coming, the rain is coming, the monk is carrying the drum, where is it hidden? Hidden in the temple, there is a little boy hidden in one..."

One by one, they were all songs from his movie, and they fell asleep while singing.

Jiang Zhi called a substitute driver and went to his side.

Zhou Xufang slept all the way, the car drove into the mansion, stopped to the side, she rolled over and did not wake up.

"Xu Fang."

She slung Jiang Zhi's legs, arched her head, and replied in a daze, "Um..."

Jiang Zhi put the hair on her face behind her ears: "I'm home."

She took a nap, half woke up drunk, and half left. When she was sleepy, she refused to open her eyes. She stretched out her hands and hugged Jiang Zhi's waist: "Don't go." "You want you to carry me up."

Jiang Zhi was funny: "Can't you hold on?"

She opened her eyes, she was misty and a little sluggish, and only nodded for a long time: "Okay."

Jiang Zhi got out of the car first, then carried her out, she was half asleep and half awake, not noisy or noisy.

"Jianzhi."

Jiang Zhi stopped on the road: "Huh?"

She tugged at her clothes wildly: "I'm so hot."

She was strong, not light or heavy, and pulled hard to pull the neckline wide. Jiang Zhi was afraid of tearing her clothes, so she coaxed: "Someone is outside," lowered her height, and said in her ear, "Go home To take it off."

"Oh."

Although she was not sober, she listened to Jiang Zhi's words very much.

Jiang Zhi’s house is a detached house, and it’s a few minutes away from the inside.

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

The man behind also stopped, froze for a moment, and then continued passing by casually.

"Delete."

Hearing this, the man stopped again, with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding a mobile phone. He was in his twenties, with dyed hair and earrings, as if he had drunk a little wine, his footsteps were a little erratic, his face remained unchanged To deny: "I didn't shoot."

Jiang Zhi repeated: "Delete."

A few steps away, he was holding a person standing in the backlight, the moonlight was hazy, falling in his eyes, carrying the cold of winter.

The Qingshan Mansion is filled with wealthy people. There are not a few soft persimmons. They are not easy to provoke. The man raised his chin and deliberately looked at people with his nostrils: "Pretend to be a big name. If you are afraid of being photographed, you will be more aware of it, less in public. ——"

The person in Jiang Zhi's arms suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes still a little blurred: "Are you talking about my boyfriend?"

"Say who knows."

Good to go around.

Zhou Xufang blinked, oh, he was talking about Jiang Zhi.

She was not happy about this: "You talk about him again, I will hit you."

The man obviously recognizes Jiang Zhi, and he has no fear, he sneered at him, looked at Zhou Xufang a few times, and his eyes lightly: "It's really a sick child, and a woman is still going to get ahead."

He also criticized Jiang Zhi for being sick.

Zhou Xufang is angry!

"I want to come down."

Jiang Zhi let her go to the ground, not only not angry, but excited, looking at his little girl with a smile but not a smile.

Zhou Xufang was drunk before he woke up, and he shook as he walked, with a fierce expression on his face, pouting and staring like an eager little fox.

It looked like he was about to pounce on it.

The man held his hand: "Why do you want to hit someone?" A weak woman, a sick child, he is not afraid.

Zhou Xufang didn't walk straight, but turned crookedly out of the path. When she reached the lawn, she squatted down, picked the largest stone, and crooked back to the path.

The stone is bigger than her head.

Now the man was shocked and stepped back involuntarily, with one hand in front of him: "What are you doing, don't stop coming, or I will call the police!"

"Bang!"

The stone was broken into two pieces by the little girl whose head was not as big as a stone.

"!"

The man was dumbfounded.

This is a fake stone...

She came, she came, she came with a stone, holding a piece in each hand, and holding it above her head...

"what--"

Zhou Xufang: "I haven't played yet."

The cry stopped abruptly, and the man was dumbfounded.

Zhou Xufang: "You are so scared."

other side:"……"

This woman can crush big rocks with her bare hands...

He woke up from drinking, and people were frightened stupidly, where there was the arrogance just now, his neck shrank like a tortoise: "I just delete it."

He shook his hands and deleted the video that he had just filmed.

Zhou Xufang took a look: "Well, then I won't hit you."

She also held a stone in one hand.

She said, "Squat down."

The man squatted down.

"Hold your head."

He hugged his head.

Finally, she ordered: "Apologize to my boyfriend."

He was like a criminal, squatting with his head in his arms, bent down and pressed down ninety degrees, sincerely like a reform-through-labor prisoner reflecting on the world: "I'm sorry."