Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

They took the pretense of cooperation in the future, calmly pouring warm oranges and drinking.

In recent years, Wencheng has been drinking a little alcohol more or less due to work reasons.

Therefore, in order not to affect the cooperation between the two, Wencheng had to drink the drinks they handed over.

Unexpectedly, after drinking that glass of wine, Wen Cheng felt dizzy in his head and a little hot all over.

Wen Cheng's colleague asked some caring questions about Wen Cheng's situation.

Wen Cheng smiled at them and said, "I seem to be a little drunk...or else, you will continue to drink with them, and I will go back and rest first."

Wen Cheng's colleague nodded in response, and Wen Cheng pours sorry to Zhou Ming and the others, shook her body, got up slowly, and left the box.

Zhou Ming's colleague bumped Zhou Ming's arm.

"Zhou...Why don't you go and send Mr. Wen? She is a girl, so going out like this is not safe after all?"

Zhou Ming's eyes flickered, and his eyes flashed with expectation.

He pressed the joy in his heart, the gentleman stood up politely, bid farewell to them, and caught up with Wen Orange.

Wen Cheng's colleagues didn't think much about it.

Continue to chat with Zhou Ming’s colleagues.

On Wen Cheng's side, she stumbled out of the box, carefully leaning on the wall, holding the room key, and going to the elevator.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Zhou Ming chased him up.

He enthusiastically held Wen Cheng's arm: "President Wen, you are drunk and it is not safe to go back alone. I will send you off."

Wen Cheng's head is dizzy at this moment. How could he have expected Zhou Ming to think badly about her.

Therefore, she smiled at Zhou Ming and thanked him in a low voice.

"Thank you Mr. Zhou..."

This smile evoked a faint ripple in Zhou Ming's heart.

He let it go, holding Wen Orange, his delicate palm, and pulling her into the elevator.

Wen Cheng's thoughts at this moment had already become muddled and blurred.

She felt soft and weak all over her body, and a wave of enthusiasm in her body continued to rise.

She was a little weak and leaned on the elevator wall.

Zhou Ming's eyes flickered, and he helped her into his arms.

"The wall is a bit cold, Wen always has to be careful of his body, you should feel better if you lean on me..."

Listening to the sound that was blowing in her ear, Wen Cheng couldn't help being startled slightly.

I don't know if she was drunk or she had auditory hallucinations.

At this moment, she actually felt that Zhou Ming's voice was very similar to that of Brother Jiang.

She raised her head in a daze, looking at Zhou Ming with blurred eyes.

"What can I do to forget you?"

Zhou Ming was startled slightly, and for a while, she didn't understand the meaning of what she said.

The next moment, he couldn't help but react.

Could it be that she didn't say this to him, she treated him as someone else?

Zhou Ming didn't realize it, and smiled lightly. It turned out that Wen Cheng had a sweetheart.

And, is this sweetheart, the one she can't love?

If you can love, she can't ask such a desperate sentence.

Zhou Ming raised his hand and stopped her soft and slender waist.

His thin lips are closer to her.

"Why do you want to forget? I'm by your side, you can't forget me..."

Wen Cheng couldn't help but startled slightly, hearing these words, she was almost intoxicated.

She raised her hand and grasped Zhou Ming's clothes tightly.

She said with a hoarse voice and choked up: "I don't want to forget you either... but I can't forget. You don't like me at all, so why should I, thinking hard, torturing myself?"