Mrs. General can't be messed with

Chapter 142
Let people see that no matter whether it is a man or a woman, they will be fascinated by his appearance.

She wore a slightly tight black dress that fully revealed her perfect figure, and her flaxen hair was stunningly beautiful.

He was supposed to be free and happy every day, but why did he meet him.

Why does the damned heart also follow ****.

Tonight he just wants to tell himself that he can do without him, and he can like him without him hahaha! !
Is it really possible?
If it is really possible, who can tell him what is in his mind and in front of him.

He tore off his robe, revealing his strong chest, hugged left and right: "Come, drink with me."

He just wants to tell that person, tell himself, everything about him is just an illusion, just an illusion, an illusion.

Thinking of these things and people that made him distressed, he drank another glass of wine, hugged the woman beside him, and yelled with some drunkenness.

"You guys have to take good care of me today, my lord. I'll give you a lot of rewards." The smell of rouge around him obviously made him faint, but he still didn't let go, and still wanted that proof.

The wine glass was empty, and the girl at the side wanted to pour wine for him, but was frightened by his sudden gloomy eyes and froze in place.

He stood up unsteadily, wanting to walk towards the table, put down the wine glass in his hand, and walked towards the bed with unsteady steps.

He was going to prove it, to prove that it was okay for him to be without him, but he didn't know that he had already lost his way when he was drunk.

Perhaps, what he lost was his own heart.

The two women in the room did not dare to speak, and told him that he was going in the wrong direction, because before coming, the master had ordered them not to speak, or they would not give them a tael of silver.

The two girls didn't want to serve at first, but this master is too handsome, no matter if it's a man or a woman, everyone will be moved by his beauty.

"I don't believe it anymore, I don't believe it..." He said in a voice that only he could hear as he walked.

It seems to be telling myself, as if to cheer myself up.

Because of the strength of alcohol, his feet were unsteady, and he, who was always strong in martial arts, unexpectedly fell, and Zou Mei, who was dissatisfied, fell to the ground.

At this time, the door opened suddenly, and a pair of feet appeared in front of him, a pair of exquisite black boots.

"Eh?" He looked at these feet, put his big hands on the black boots: "Why do women have such big feet?"

He frowned, helped the person in front of him, and slowly got up, because he drank too much wine and couldn't get up, so he fell to the ground again, and saw the feet beside him standing in front of him. , continued to drag the clothes of the owner of those feet, and slowly stood up.

"Huh?" Hiccupped, and with the strength of the body around him, looked at the person who had just walked in: "Hehe!!"

He held the handsome face in front of him that he loved and hated, and smiled dryly.

"Hehehe, look, I can see you no matter where I go. I dream of you when I fall asleep, and I think about you when I wake up, hehe. Now that I'm drunk... I can see you too, you say."

A little excitedly grabbed the clothes on the chest of the visitor, and continued: "Tell me, how can I forget you, how can I not think about you, do you know how much I want to leave? But." Said Here, he simply hugged the visitor tightly, and the corners of his eyes gradually became moist.

(End of this chapter)