The secret of a black-bellied husband

Chapter 16

Sun Jiajun pursed his lips and didn't speak, and didn't even look anyone in the eye.

"I want you to apologize..." Grandpa suddenly patted the table, and the tea cup on the table fell to the ground, and the water in the cup melted into the carpet on the ground.

"Sun Jiajun, I'm giving you a chance. If you don't apologize to Jiawei, then get out of the house and don't expect us to give you a dime in the future."

Sun Jiawei bit her lip and looked at her, with a look of eagerness in her eyes, and nodded to her, you see she is such a good person, and she is still helping her after this, Sun Jiajun finds it ridiculous, they are all blind.

As soon as he moved his mouth, he heard the crisp sound of throwing a cup, followed by Sun Xinquan's angry shout and the curse of being forcibly stopped, all floated into Sun Jiajun's ears.

"Hey, Lu Zhanyuan, if you are my friend, come out and drink with me."

Sun Jiajun poured wine into his mouth one cup after another, every bone in his body was screaming and uncomfortable, why did she make people dislike everything?

When Lu Zhanyuan arrived, Sun Jiajun was already drunk, half spread out on the sofa, and she didn't recognize anyone. Fortunately, this was in the box. If she was outside, she might meet someone. Lu Zhanyuan was forced by Sun Jiajun to drink a few times. Cup, she thought about driving here by herself, but she can't drive back after drinking, what should I do?
Sun Jiajun was lying on the sofa, crying and singing at the same time. Lu Zhanyuan was not in the mood to listen to what she was singing, so she hid outside the box and called Lu Zhanjiang. She really had no choice. If her parents hit her, she would die deal.

"Brother, can you pick me up? I've had some alcohol and can't drive."

Lu Zhanjiang looked out of the car window, the night and his eyes perfectly blended together, without any emotion.

"I'll ask the driver to pick you up..."

He had a headache and didn't want to bother.

"Brother, please, why don't you come, or if my mother sees me coming out to drink like this, she will say me, good brother, please, Jiajun was bullied by her family today, I am a friend... ..."

"Where are you."

Lu Zhanyuan on the other side of the phone froze for a while, then opened her mouth to report her location and then stared at her phone, her drooping eyelashes fluttering.

Lu Zhanyuan was not there when Lu Zhanjiang came, maybe he was paying the bill outside or went to the bathroom. Lu Zhanjiang looked for the box according to what Lu Zhanyuan said, and when he opened the door, he saw Sun Jiajun lying on the sofa singing alone, but how could this happen? Those who sing, cry while singing, and cry louder.

He walked over and snatched the microphone in her hand. Sun Jiajun thought it was Lu Zhanyuan, and wanted to spray her head and face, but when he raised his head and bumped into it, his eyes were very deep, dark, and dark.

She tried to get up, but she didn't stand still when she stood up. The lazy man pushed her with a faint smile on her face. Sun Jiajun's back hit the back of the sofa hard, and it hurt a little because the impact force was a little bit Big, he grabbed her wrist, his hand began to slide down her wrist, and slowly slid, the cold touch made Sun Jiajun uneasy, she moved, but he immediately pressed up, Jiajun His strength is not as strong as his. He hugged her waist and bent down to kiss her. He may have drank some wine. Sun Jiajun pulled his clothes, but he pressed him forcefully on the sofa. One by one, they fell down the cheeks.

"don't want……"

Lu Zhanjiang doesn't know what's wrong with him, he probably drank too much, otherwise how could it be like this?

He pressed her down, and Sun Jiajun wailed loudly, and she was crying while clutching his lapel with both hands.

For a long time, Lu Zhanjiang tried to get up, gave up his body, sat up, and then stretched out his hand to her.

"I'm sorry, I drank too much, I didn't mean it, I thought it was..." His tone had changed back to indifferent, Jiajun just wanted to stay away from him, she hid in the corner of the sofa, she kept Stepping back, there is no way to retreat, the coolness from behind creeps into the palm of the hand along the back, then creeps into the blood, and creeps into the heart.

"Get up, don't you have to go." His low voice came from his ear.

Jiajun avoided his hand, Lu Zhanjiang turned around and stared at her face, thinking, she was really a child, what was on her mind, it was clearly written on her face, his pulse was beating, thinking about today Really drank too much.

He walked towards Jiajun, Jiajun took a step back, but Lu Zhanjiang didn't stop, but embraced her shoulders, protecting her under his arms, and could hear her teeth clucking slightly when he was close the sound of.

"Be obedient, I drank too much, have we all forgotten it? Or do you want me to be responsible?"

Sun Jiajun opened his mouth to say something, and Lu Zhanyuan pushed the door open and came in with a strange expression on his face, but neither Lu Zhanjiang nor Sun Jiajun noticed.

"Brother, you are here."

Sun Jiajun walked to Lu Zhanyuan's side, sober at this moment.

Lu Zhanyuan persuaded Sun Jiajun to go home with her, but Sun Jiajun refused. She hugged her arm, her body was still hurting, and her head was also hurting.

Her eyes were blurry, she couldn't see anything clearly, and she felt powerless.

"I want to go to the hotel."

Lu Zhanjiang personally sent her to the hotel, and then took Lu Zhanyuan home. Lu Zhanjiang closed his eyes as if he was asleep all the way. Lu Zhanyuan opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something, but finally he endured it and went back.

"Brother..." Lu Zhanyuan still couldn't hold back when she finally got out of the car.

Lu Zhanjiang opened his eyes, and shot them as sharp as a sword. Lu Zhanyuan immediately closed his mouth.

"Seldom go to that kind of place in the future, and don't ask me to pick you up when you go."

After finishing speaking, she got out of the car and left. Lu Zhanyuan looked at his brother and unconsciously squeezed the phone in his hand.

"Mr. He Fengxiao?"

He Fengxiao nodded, took the courier delivered by the postman, signed his name on it, and then took it back to the room, what is it?

There is nothing written on it except his name, and the handwriting doesn't look like Jiajun's.

He took it apart, and the photos in his hand were scattered all over the place.

(End of this chapter)