Yange: "My clothes are broken and I can't wear them, what should I do?"

Zhu Yan: "Isn't it Saturday today?"

He did not wait for the words to respond, and continued, "Don't wear it, I will send you clothes tomorrow."

Yan Ge's eyes widened and he stared at the uncles with an unbelievable look.

Zhu Yan still remembers her wave-shaped skeleton in bed last night.

Seeing her eyes at this moment seemed simple and untouched.

Zhu Yan's heart was about to move, but his voice was still, and he sneered, "Why? I have seen so many times, you will still be shy?"

Yange pursed her lips, was angry and ashamed, and blushed. She glanced at each of them and wanted to refute, but because she was inferior, she had to hold back her fingers, holding her towel tightly .

Seems tolerable.

Seeing her reaction, Zhu Yan guessed that she had forgotten all the messy things she did after getting drunk last night.

He simply reminded her: "It was quite rough last night. Why, after getting out of bed today, I became a chastity martyr?"

Yan Song was crying by his shame, his eyelashes were trembling, his tears looked so pitiful, and he wanted to refute a few times, but finally he dropped his head slightly, spreading a few strands of long hair, revealing a white Neck: "Mr. Zhu, are you praising me?"

Zhu Yan laughed, stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm to bring people into his arms: "You say, what you did last night, I'm so proud of you."

Yan Ge's body suddenly froze, and his face was alert and scared. Gu Weiwei said, "Mr. Zhu, aren't you going to work today?"

"Saturday today."

He pulled the towel on her body, his hands were very strong, and he continued to ask, "What did you do last night?"

Yan Ge thought blankly, "It hurts."

But Zhu Yan ignored her protest.

Yange bit his lip: "Mr. Zhu, do you look angry?"

Zhu Yan sneered: "Tell me why you are angry?"

Yan Ge blushed: "Did I offend Mr. Zhu last night?"

She explained weakly: "I, I drank, and later things are not clear. If you offend Mr. Zhu, I hope Mr. Zhu does not care."

Zhu Yan laughed: "You can put it aside after drinking? Who knows if you pretend?"

His finger was pinched on Yange's chest, his hand was so heavy, Yange trembled painfully, but he shivered and did not dare to hide, tears filled his painful eyes, stubborn and wronged eyes, Gaze was on Zhu Xi's chest.

Zhu Yan: "What? Default is not to speak?"

Yange's eyelashes trembled, and a drop of tears fell on the chests of Zhuan.

"Mr. Zhu," she whispered, "are you tired of me?"

She shoved away the slugs and got out of bed, "I'll go now."

The side lock of her pale pink skirt was broken, and the seams were torn apart. The top was not bad, but was thrown on the carpet because of the wet wine, and it was very dirty.

She didn't care about the dirt, she cried while wearing it.

Zhu Yan stood up at the door of the bedroom, staring blankly at Yange: "You walk out of here, starting today, I will not pay for your mother's hospital treatment."

Yan Ge's body froze, looked up, and stared at him with tears in his face.

Zhu Zhu laughed: "People are always hesitating at the crossroads. The spirit and spirit are still material reality. Most people are very greedy. They want fish and bear's paw, but unfortunately, do n’t look at their own weight. Not eligible for all. "