Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Yan Rusheng raised his head and smirked.

"The third brother."

Suddenly a weak woman's voice sounded in her ear.

Yan Rusheng squinted and looked at the woman who called him, a beautiful face, he could not see her features, hazy.

"Ah?"

Shout him, third brother, only Su Shi flashed in his mind.

At this point, his brain was not under his control at all, and he had no consciousness at all.

His body trembled. "Where are you?"

The girl in front of her bowed her head and did not dare to look at his face, her voice was the same as her body, and she trembled.

"Lifelike."

The man's body suddenly fell over, and the girl was frightened, not knowing what to do.

She looked around, timid, her hands slowly reaching toward the man's waist.

She bit her lip, swallowed, her eyes filled with longing.

Yan Rusheng's mouth muttered the vivid name, the person he was thinking of.

"I love you, I love you ..."

Bai Jing froze, and her heart sank in this one.

However, before she could react, the gentle voice of a man sounded in her ear again, "I love you, warm and vivid, you stupid woman."

Not to her, not to her.

In Bai Jing's heart, the flame of jealousy was burning, and her hand was clutching Yan Rusheng's arm. "You have drunk too much, I will take you back."

Yan Rusheng's body was soft and her center of gravity was completely on Bai Jing's body. She adhered to her and followed her steps.

There is also no consciousness in the brain.

Bai Jing looked around constantly, nervous, with sweat on his forehead.

He helped Yan Rusheng to a corner, and a man suddenly appeared before him.

She was startled.

The man looked at her with a weird arc of lips.

Bai Jing instinctively released his hand holding Yan Rusheng's arm, and Yan Rusheng leaned back on the wall and fell on the wall.

Seeing that he was about to tilt to the side, Bai Jing reached out to help again.

"Mister Zhao, please help me," she said, holding Yan Rusheng's arm, keeping a distance from him, and then looking at the eerie man smiling in front of her.

Zhao Zheng reached out and pushed his glasses. He smiled at Bai Jing and said, "Relax, there is no monitoring here."

Hearing that, Bai Jing instinctively looked up at the top of the corridor and saw the camera.

Zhao Zheng said, "Monitoring is broken."

Bai Jing breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Zhao Zheng. "Teacher Zhao, help you."

Zhao Zheng sneered, "He drank too much. Don't you want to take advantage of such a good opportunity?"

Bai Jing didn't dare to look into his eyes and shook his head: "I don't understand what you are saying, Teacher Zhao."

"You know, you can be unaware of the ghost, even if you kiss him, don't you want to?"

Like a wizard, Zhao Zheng attacked Bai Jing's inner defense line with magic words.

She gritted her teeth, looked at Yan Rusheng's beautiful face, and looked at his red lips.

She thought, how could she not want to, how many times he had appeared in her dreams, even if only once.

"The door of Room 303 is open, you can use it whatever you want."

Zhao Zheng turned around and gave Bai Jing a glance, walking in the direction of the box.

Bai Jing looked at the room number beside him, 301.

Then 303 is ahead.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a while, then turned back, and Zhao Zheng's figure was gone.