Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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Chapter 1113

Wan Yan took a deep breath, resisting the thought of wiping away the two hands rubbing his face, and threw his hands two silver ingots on the table, and said coldly, "This is money for wine."

There were hurried footsteps from outside. He frowned, and just kicked through the door too much. It seemed to have provoked the nursing home. If he was alone, it would be nothing, but it was in his arms, but Reading, he couldn't let more people see her here,

So he looped around Nianwen's slim waist, hurled him through the window, steadily landed on the ground outside the window, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Uncle, let's have a drink." She was standing unsteadily, and could only hold Wan Jing's arm tightly with one hand, barely keeping herself from falling, but still thinking about the delicious plum wine just now.

Wan Yan was still expressionless, his dark eyes glowed a faint light in the dark night, he stared at the face flushed with drunkenness.

"Don't you dare to visit the blue house, do you know where it is?" He asked gritted teeth.

Wen Er grinned: "Of course I know, isn't this the place where men and women do that thing, I have seen it in the play, hee hee!"

Wan Yan took a deep breath and kept telling herself not to be angry, never to be angry, she was just drunk, just drunk.

"Do you know where it is and you are still going? Do you forget your identity? If you meet someone inside and recognize you, what can you do?"

Wen'er waved his hand: "I can recognize it. What can I do? Regarding him, what do I need to do? I need to look at their irrelevant people? Isn't that too mean? I don't want to. "

She waved her hand, and her body became unstable immediately. Wan Ye quickly reached out and held her up. She was very dizzy, and leaned into his arms, and hugged his neck with both hands, hanging like a meat bag. On him.

He swallowed hard, and a little Martian appeared in his eyes.

The fifteen-year-old Wen'er has developed very well. The two meat masses are crowded on his chest like this. If he doesn't react, is he still a man?

Not to mention, let alone he is Wener!

He sighed, picked her up horizontally, and walked step by step towards the intersection where the carriage stopped.

Wen'er, Wen'er, don't forget, I'm also a man, and a man with passions.

Seeing that he was going to turn from the dim alley into the bright street, he put her down, took off his robe and wrapped her around his head, and then picked her up and returned to his carriage.

The driver of the bus saw his son coming back and couldn't see his face clearly, but looking at that figure, he seemed to be a woman. He couldn't help secretly wondering, when was his son interested in women? Doesn't he never look at a woman?

Of course, except for the little county chief.

The driver didn't ask anything, and he didn't dare to ask. The son did things, and he didn't allow anyone to make any remarks.

"Back to the house." He commanded calmly to the driver outside.

"Son, aren't you waiting for Master?" The driver asked.

Wan Yan said: "Send me back first, you will pick him up later."

"Good boy." The driver immediately left the carriage.

There was no light in the car, it was dark, he tore off the clothes covering her head and face, and looked at the person leaning against his arms, and that face, even in this darkness, could still see clearly, because Zhang face is always in his heart.