Brat, I'm your mommy!

Chapter 21


Now, regardless of where this girl came from, regardless of whether he wants to or not, he can no longer sit idly by.

I can't just let her just lie here.

The man gave her a cold look, finally walked over, bent over and hugged her, and strode back to the study room that he usually used as an office.

According to his instructions, the study room is very simple. Apart from the bookshelf, there is only a desk and chair, and a single sofa placed against the wall.

He first put Mai Yingxi on the sofa, and was about to turn around, and asked the secretary to come in to clean up the mess, but he hadn't fully stood up when the drunk girl suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed his sleeve, and mourned called out, "Dad."

He was stunned for a while, maintaining his half-up motion without moving.

"Don't leave me, I can make money, I can do housework, and I'm not afraid of hardship, but don't leave me. Woohoo." After the girl said sadly, she burst into tears again, with tears on her delicate and fair face. Lian Lian, looks unusually clear.

He was stunned for a while, and wanted to pull the sleeves out of her hands, but the girl's strength was so damn strong, and she dragged him so desperately, her nails turned white, like the last of a drowning person, almost desperate. 's tie.

He didn't break her hand in the end, but just sat beside him helplessly, smelling the sweet smell of wine on her body, he kind of understood what was going on.

——This new type of champagne, it seems, is really harmful.

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Time just passed by minute by minute.

The girl was so drunk that she was unconscious at all. He tried to ask her a few questions, and the answer to him was just a little cute snoring, snoring, like a small puppy.

And her hand that grabbed his sleeve never let go.

The man was depressed and wanted to forcibly leave several times, but when he saw that tear-stained face, he suppressed his irritability again.

He picked up a financial magazine that was originally placed next to the sofa, leaned on the sofa that was occupied by her, adjusted his posture, and simply looked at it. Mei, he seemed to be thinking about something, until he finished flipping through a thick magazine and turned his head, only to find that the girl had already let go of him, turned around, and faced the inside of the sofa, using a kind of self-consciousness. Curled up in a protective position, he continued to sleep peacefully.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, two hours had passed.

He glanced at her again, finally stood up, walked to the table, and rang the bell to call the secretary, "Linlang, come here."


(End of this chapter)