There was no answer on the phone.

Jiang Yan "heed" to the receiver for a while, but she actually hung up the phone.

Jiang Yan frowned, wondering in her heart, why are all the driving agents so cold now?

Tang Bi sat next to her and asked, "Jiang Er, when I heard that you went to Neil for three years, you brought a mixed-race eldest son back?"

"That's right." Jiang Yan put down the phone, proud: "Extremely handsome and cute."

"No matter if I want to be a godmother for my mixed-race son!"

Jiang Yan smiled: "Then ask his dad if he agrees."

Tang Jia raised his eyebrows: "Who is his father?"

"My man, who else."

Tang Bi sighed, "Is he your first love?"

"Yes, we are both first loves, so pure."

"First love is for nostalgia, so you still remember that old idea."

The spirits made her face slightly drunk, and she smiled and said: "Old wine is fragrant, I have been with him, I don't want anyone else in my life."

"That's because you haven't tried other men."

Tang Jia put out his cigarette **** in the glass jar and said, "I'll try to find two little brothers for you, so that you will forget the surname Lu tomorrow."

Before Jiang Yan could react, Tang Bi waved to the waiter, whispered a few words in his ear, and the waiter turned and left the private room.

When he came back again, there were two muscular men in vests with signs behind him.

The muscular man looks handsome, young and strong, with a strong fragrance of men's perfume. The two of them smiled shyly at the men and women in the room.

Jiang Yan couldn't play, she moved back: "Don't let them come."

Tang Bi smiled and beckoned to the two younger brothers: "A toast to Jiang Jiang."

The two handsome boys sat next to Jiang Yan, holding up their wine glasses.

"do not…"

Jiang Yan wanted to move defensively, but was surrounded by them and could hardly resist.

"Sister, to you."

She concealed her skirt and sipped her wine perfunctorily: "Okay, I drank it... Go to someone else."

Cheap perfume enters the nose, a bit prickly, and a bit stuffy.

She never liked men who put on perfume, especially masculine. The man in her heart already has the established appearance, what a man should look like, all come into that mold.

Persevering in exercise, cheerful and optimistic, gentle and rude, the blood all over the body is hot, you can feel the scorching body temperature and energy when you get close.

As if men should be like that, like the sun.

Tang Jia held the wine glass and said with a smile: "It's just that Duan Nan's old monk is not there, so he dare to play like this, Jiang Er, you are welcome. They listen to you and can do whatever they want."

Jiang Yan didn't dare to do anything. She just said, "Just stay away from me."

"Miss Sister can't let go, you take good care of her."

"Don't!" Jiang Yan pushed away the man's hand stretched out to land on her thigh: "Self-respect."

She is either conservative or disgusted.

She didn't let other men touch it, couldn't stand it, and felt sick.

"What is your name, you guys." She was going to try to chat with them, so she didn't have to use her hands.

"My name is Nick."

"My name is Brent."

Jiang Yan swallowed hard: "Very foreign."

She drank a few more glasses, feeling more and more drunk, looked at her phone in a daze, wondering why the driver hadn't called her back. At this time, the door creaked and opened from the outside.

The person who came in was a dusty servant, who else could be if it wasn't Lu Lin.

His face was cold, and he was dressed in a black assault suit, as if blending in with the solemn night, so incompatible with the drowsy and lazy environment around him.

One Lu Lin split into three or four in her eyes, and she was stunned.

Lu Lin saw her on the sofa, her clothes were low-cut, and her short skirts were almost reaching her thighs.

The depth of the liquid in the wine glass on the table, her uncle was actually holding two young men beside her!

Have fun!

Lu Lin's scalp exploded a bit, and he walked over aggressively, picked up one of the muscular men with one hand, and threw it heavily on the side sofa.

The muscular man was like a piece of paper at the moment, let Lu Lin throw it away lightly.

Lu Lin smoothly carried Jiang Yan up.

It's not a hug, it's a carry, directly on your shoulders, with your head facing back and your legs in front. Jiang Yan's body is soft, and she has no temper after drinking, so she can easily let him succeed, making him a silly person.

As Lu Lin walked, he didn't forget to grab her shiny handbag and cover her hips to prevent it from passing out.

Jiang Yan was uncomfortable by him, and Jiaojiao softly pleaded: "Slow down, I... dizzy and nauseous."

Lu Rin slapped her **** again, and Jiang Yan whimpered, "It hurts..."

"Do you still know it hurts?" Lu Lin's voice was cold.

Her mind was dizzy, her hands tightly gripped the corners of his clothes, dazzled by the dazzling.

"Don't, don't touch it."

The night is deep, and the bar street is dying.

Lu Lin pulled the car door, and he threw her in, simply and rudely.

And he calmly looked down at her. The white goose-egg face climbed to the crimson, the soft figure was on the soft leather cushion, the skirt was short, and from his perspective, he could look deeper.

Without realizing it, she twisted her body slightly and let out a soft voice: "Um."

After tossing, her clothes were disheveled and her bra was exposed.

Black, lace.

Enveloping abundance and roundness.

Lu Lin looked at her condescendingly, his body tense, and he felt the blood flow back. This woman, every move, every look in her eyes tested him.

He settled, and took possession of the buttons on her chest that had collapsed on her white shirt.

Maybe she was sleeping too savagely, or she might have an arrogant bust. These two buttons were just like saying, no matter how hard he tried, there was no way to close the gap of two centimeters.

Lu Lin's whole body was numb when his hands rubbed the soft flesh on his chest from time to time.

The corset is breathable lace, thin like a layer of yarn.

How dare you match such a tight shirt!

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yan slept in a daze, but was awakened by the sensitivity of her chest.

Lu Lin withdrew his hand, took off his jacket and directly covered her face. Sit back to the driving position, take out the disassembled cigarette case from the groove in the handle, and take out the cigarette to light it.

The lighter clicked, and before it burned, he looked at the twisting body from the rearview mirror, and then put down the smoke.

He twisted the car key slightly, started the engine, and drove the car out.

The night scene outside the window is radiant and the evening breeze is slightly cool.

After she coughed slightly, he closed the car window again.

The rumbling of the wind was rejected, and the car quieted down.

Jiang Yan asked angrily: "Did you touch me just now?"

"No," he replied hard.

She sat up, drunk and dim: "It's weird, someone is touching me."

Lu Lin didn't know why he was so flustered, he was angry and simply ignored her.

Jiang Yan rearranged her clothes, lay on the soft cushion, closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

Like a cat.

"You are not allowed to wear that in the future."

"Ok?"

She opened her eyes, puzzled: "What?"

"The one inside, I have never seen such a thin one."

Lu Lin looked in the rearview mirror, and she pulled her collar apart, stupidly looking inside.

"You mean this Victoria's Secret underwear?" She smirked, "Brother Lu Lu likes it, then I will take it off for you."

Seeing her really reaching out to unbutton the button, Lu Lin was shocked and stepped on the brake.

"Don't make trouble!" He reached out and held her wrist: "Get your clothes on."

Jiang Yan grinned and buttoned herself up.

Lu Lin relaxed, knowing that she was playing around.

The car restarted and hit the road.

"Where do you live now?"

"Can not remember."

"..."

Jiang Yan really thought about it seriously, and then solemnly said, "I really don't remember."