Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

The plumpness of a woman pressed against his chest, his heart was beating wildly, and suddenly he pushed hard, and Bai Yunshang fell completely under the sofa.

"It hurts..." Bai Yunshang showed pain.

Li Yinghao was uneasy, and hurried to help her: "Miss, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Bai Yunshang sat on the ground, with grievance in her eyes: "You hate me?"

Li Yinghao shook his head like a rattle. [

"Can't talk?"

"……it's OK."

"Then you like me?"

"..."

"Don't talk and don't shake your head..." Bai Yunshang hooked her lips, and her smile could enchant any Li Yinghao's mind.While the other party was in a daze, she stretched out her hand to grab his tie, forcing him to get close to her, "That's the default...do you like me?"

The smell of alcohol sprayed on his face, and his face instantly became dizzy, and he became even more at a loss.

"Do you like me?"

"..."

Bai Yunshang stretched out her hands and said drunkenly, "I want to get up."

Li Yinghao was about to reach out to help her, but she hooked her hands and put his arms around his neck: "Will you pick me up?"

Li Yinghao is thin, and Bai Yunshang is tall, and he has been drinking, so it is not easy to hold her, so he has to help her up...

Bai Yunshang leaned her head on his shoulder: "My head hurts...can you take me to a place to rest..."

How dare Li Yinghao refuse: "Okay, miss, where is your home?"

Bai Yunshang answered irrelevantly: "I'm not feeling well, very uncomfortable...I feel like vomiting..."

Li Yinghao was in a hurry, and beckoned a waiter to help Bai Yunshang to go out together.

None of this escaped the eyes of the secret party.

An indifferent and bloodthirsty light grew in his eyes, a chill that could kill everything.

"Bring her back now?" Ma Tsai suggested.

"No, follow them and report to me at any time." He really wanted to see what tricks she wanted to play. [

"Yes, sir."

The hotel's ball was on the third floor, and Bai Yunshang was helped to a VIP suite on the fourth floor.

After a few people followed here, they were cut off from the door, and asked Sikong Zeye on the phone if he wanted to go in and stop them?

"hold on."

In the banquet hall, on the dark purple sofa, Sikong Zeye sat quietly.

He held a glass of champagne in his hand, the orange liquid was intoxicating, reflecting his calm eyes.The slender fingers pinched the cup vigorously, as if holding back something...