After returning to Luo Fei, Luo Fei was one of the few when she met her, but every time she met, she laughed all the way. No matter who she was talking to, she was smiling with joy.

She resembled the rebel like gunpowder in the past, totally two looks.

She was not happy in the past, but what about her now, is she happy?

The thought came out ridiculous.

Especially when the night breeze blew, it made him feel more like he was full and supported.

After the annual meeting, the family of three returned in a car.

The driver drove, Luo Ze and Yange sat in the back, Luo Fei sat in the front.

"Almost all of the little girls in our company are here today. Do you like Afei?"

The voice of the song rang suddenly, especially the intimacy of Afei, which made Luo Fei's heart excited.

He heard his voice, and responded indifferently: "Thank you, no need."

Xu felt that his tone was not good. Luo Ze said to Yange: "You don't need to worry about him. You look at his temperament.

Yan Song laughed.

Luo Fei thought she would continue to say something, but she didn't speak anymore, and the laughter gradually disappeared. He looked slightly from the rear-view mirror, and she nestled on the old man's shoulder. She was about drunk, her face Red fluttering, seems to be sleeping.

He retracted his gaze, his eyes dropped, and nothing sounded in his ears, leaving his heartbeat. After a while, it seemed like a swing frame swinging in the air, dangled, and never realized.

When I got out of the car, the old man's footsteps staggered, and he wanted to drink too much.

He listened to her and said, "Don't help me, I'll let A Fei help me, Uncle Wang, you help Mr. Yifu, he drank too much today."

The driver Uncle Wang immediately held the old man.

Her hand was also handed to him.

Luo Fei did not speak, holding her hand in one hand, holding her waist slightly with one hand, and slowly moving forward.

The smell of wine on her body is very strong, but what is mixed in the smell of wine is the sweet and soft smell of a woman that belongs to her.

In this breath that could drunken people, he thought of the days when she lived with him under the same roof.

When he cooks, she helps, she can turn around a little, and she can stick to her body. The smell of the good body wash on her will fill his whole head, which makes him always relaxed. And a delicate state of pleasure.

It's been a long time ago, but now those pictures are clearly in my mind.

His thoughts were interrupted at this time, and he heard her say, "Africa, don't worry, men are relatively late, and you will definitely meet a girl you like."

can you?

will not.

He won't meet again.

She laughed lowly, and said, "Afi, you don't inherit an old man at all."

Almost her whole body was nestled on his shoulders, and when she spoke to him, the breath of wine slammed on his face.

He didn't drink much alcohol at first, but now, suddenly he felt like he was drunk, he was top-heavy, and it seemed that she hadn't fallen because she was all by her side. Therefore, the place where the two people's limbs were connected made him feel closer and Hot.

He didn't even hear what she was asking.

Naturally, there was no answer.

As soon as she stepped up, her heels fluttered towards the steps, and Luo Fei took her into her arms in time, listening to her voice and humming in pain: "The feet hurt."