C1419 I Can't Control Myself
At this moment, Yuwen Chengyuan and Murong Jing returned.
Faang Zui didn't say anything else. He wanted to talk about it when he left later.
After dinner, they continued to play other entertainment activities in the private room.
Only Yuwen Chengyuan and Bai Wuchen didn't drink tonight. The others drank a lot.
But Gui Mo and Faang Zui were good at drinking. They drank a lot, but it could not be seen from their expressions.
It was as if they were drinking water instead of wine.
Shi Qian promised Shaang Sizhan that she would not go back too late. She put down the wine glass around ten o'clock.
Of course, it was mainly to give Murong Jing and Yuwen Chengyuan more time.
She could tell that the two of them liked each other.
"Murong, it's getting late. I should go back. You have a safe journey. See you in North America in a few days." Shi Qian said.
Murong Jing said, "Yes, see you in North America."
Bai Wuchen looked at Shi Qian. "Alliance Master, I will send you back. I did not drink."
Shi Qian originally also had the same intention. She immediately said, "Okay, let's go."
"Okay." Bai Wuchen stood up, turned around and said to Faang Zui, "I will send Alliance Chief back. You go back yourself and be careful."
Faang Zui stood up and said, "I will go with you."
Gui Mo turned around and said to K, who had just put down the microphone, "K, we are leaving too."
"Oh, okay."
The few of them left one after another. In an instant, only Murong Jing and Yuwen Chengyuan were left in the room.
"Let me send you back. I didn't drink."
Murong Jing originally wanted to live in the Illusory Time, but at this moment, she unexpectedly said, "Thank you."
She was actually a little drunk, but she was forcefully holding on to her consciousness.
"Let's go."
The two of them stood up and walked out.
Sitting in the car, the two of them were speechless along the way.
The atmosphere seemed to be somewhat oppressive. Murong Jing opened the window and the cool night wind blew in. It felt much more comfortable.
Yuwen Chengyuan immediately closed the window.
"Huh?" Murong Jing turned to look at him. "Why did you close it?"
"You drank so much wine. You will feel dizzy and have a headache if you blow it like this."
Murong Jing,... "I'm fine."
As she spoke, she opened the window again.
In the end, it was once again closed by Yuwen Chengyuan.1
Murong Jing:... ""
This time, she did not open it again. Instead, she calmed down.
However, what Yuwen Chengyuan said was right. After being blown by the cold wind, her head did indeed become even more dizzy. She even felt a little drowsy.
Not long after, the car drove into the high-end apartment community where the two of them lived.
Stopping in front of one of the buildings, Yuwen Chengyuan said, "We're here."
Murong Jing leaned against the back of the chair and did not move. She seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Murong..."
The woman still did not move.
Yuwen Chengyuan got off the car and went to the other side of the car to open the door and carry the woman out.
The password to Murong Jing's apartment did not change. He entered the password and walked in.
He carried the woman back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
He stared at her for a long time before slowly getting up and preparing to leave.
However, his big hand was suddenly grabbed by a hand.
Yuwen Chengyuan turned his head and saw Murong Jing open her eyes, but she was still drunk and said vaguely, "Where are you going?"
"You rest. I am going back."
"Don't go."
Yuwen Chengyuan:... ""
Murong Jing sat up and looked at him with misty eyes. "Don't go."
Looking at the woman's crimson and exquisite face and thinking that she was about to leave, Yuwen Chengyuan really could not move his feet.
He suddenly turned around and pushed her down, and then kissed her.
The woman did not resist. It was rare for her to comply and cooperate.
He knew that she was drunk, that was why she was like this. He suddenly hoped that time would stop at this moment forever.
The kiss became hotter and hotter, and it was difficult to control the emotions within.
pqdm.com