A man's demeanor is manifested at this time. Whether he wants to have something to do with this woman who claims to be drunk, sending her back to the room is the minimum politeness. Besides, he has to go back to the room himself, so it can only be considered a way out.

Deng Jiayu's body was stuck to Yan Zhi's body, his eyes were blurred and filled with nakedness.

Yan Zhi is not a fool, and he is also guessing that maybe Deng Jiayu is not really drunk enough to need someone to help him back to the room, but after all, she is a woman and a man, so why bother with her so stingy? Her room is on the lower floor of his room, and he is going back to the room now, and there is nothing wrong with walking together.

In the elevator, Deng Jiayu was still looking at Yan Zhi in a daze, humming the song he had previously sung for him on the stage... I have to say that Deng Jiayu's trick of singing in public is quite interesting. It can not only show his singing level, but also show his own cultivation and artistic cells. It has a bit of a tall and elegant taste, and it is rich in romantic colors. Can a man not be moved by such a tasteful confession?

Deng Jiayu was secretly proud of her heart. She didn't believe that Yan Zhi would remain indifferent. Maybe he just deliberately concealed his excitement, maybe he was still a little unwilling to let go? Maybe all he needed was a fire that could burn him.

What is this fire? Deng Jiayu has his own sense of responsibility.

When he arrived at the door of the room, Yan Zhi stopped and had no intention of following him.

"Your room has arrived, you can go in, I'm going to rest, too." Yan Zhi said lightly.

Deng Jiayu frowned and said with a wry smile: "Yan Zhu, do you have to keep a distance from me like this? It hurts my heart too much..." Even though she said that, she had already taken out the door card and the door of the room was opened, but strangely, she did not try to keep Yan Zhu and did not ask him to enter the room.

Yan Zhi's face froze slightly, and he said casually: "If you drink too much, you will wake up after a night of sleep."

Although this was not the most direct rejection, he could hear that he had no intention of taking a step closer.

There was obvious disappointment on Deng Jiayu's face... At this moment, a male voice speaking stiff Chinese was suddenly heard calling Deng Jiayu.

"Hi... Jiayu." A blond man came over and hugged Deng Jiayu's shoulder warmly.

"Willes? Why are you here?" Deng Jiayu asked in surprise.

The man smiled and said, "I'm here to see my friend, why is your assistant not here? Are you ready for the show tomorrow afternoon?"

"My assistant... is playing outside, and hasn't returned to the hotel yet... I will arrive on time tomorrow afternoon." Deng Jiayu held the wall, as if he was struggling to speak. It seemed that he was drunk.

Wells hugged Deng Jiayu even tighter, and his blue eyes were illuminating: "Then let's go in and talk about it. I think your look can be changed tomorrow, which will be more suitable for your temperament..."

"This...is not good, it's already so late." Deng Jiayu looked at Yan Zhi subconsciously, and she smiled a little reluctantly.

Yan Zhi was so smart. He could guess what the situation was like in front of him with his toes. This man named Wells seemed to be Deng Jiayu's stylist walking the show in Switzerland. When Deng Jiayu was drunk, this foreigner wanted to follow her into the room, using the excuse to discuss styling matters... But Yan Zhi was also a man, how could he not see that the so-called stylist was not interested in discussing work at this moment, and that lust. His eyes were staring at Deng Jiayu's chest with a dazed eyes, and his naked Xiongxing was looking at him, not even a fool could see it.

Yan Zhi stood still and didn't move. Just as he was silent, Wells had already pushed Deng Jiayu into the room impatiently, turned to face Yan Zhi, Wells smiled successfully, and said proudly while closing the door, "She is mine tonight."

This man was so arrogant. His provocative and evil eyes made Yan Zhi feel chilled.

"No...Willes... Let's talk about work tomorrow..." Deng Jiayu's voice weakly spread from the crack in the door to Yan Zhi's ears.

Finally, Yan Zhi's expression changed significantly. The next second, the door of the room was closed and was suddenly pressed by Yan Zhi's arm, stopping Wells from closing the door. At the same time, Yan Zhi stepped forward and flashed into the room.

"Huh?" Wells was surprised and looked at Yan Zhi in surprise, and said angrily: "What are you doing when you come in?"

Yan Zhi sneered and pulled Deng Jiayu over, allowing her to break free from Wells' claws. Yan Zhi looked at Wells without any weakness and said tepidly: "Didn't you hear her say she doesn't want to talk to you about work tonight? I am her companion. Now please go out and don't disturb her to rest."

When Yan Zhi suddenly stood up like this, Wells felt incredible. Someone actually challenged him, what a good thing happened?

Deng Jiayu smiled happily, staring at Yan Zhi with gratitude and gratitude, becoming more and more obsessed.

Wells was dissatisfied and stared at Yan Zhi maliciously, but said to Deng Jiayu: "He is really your companion? Do you want him to stay and want me to leave?"

Deng Jiayu leaned weakly on Yan Zhi, his tongue was a little knotted: "Willes, he...he is my ex-husband...you go, see you tomorrow."

All the parties involved spoke, and Wells's dirty thoughts could only be kept in his stomach.

Wells glanced Yan Zhi angrily, very unwilling to accept it, but he was also a person with a status and a famous stylist in the fashion industry. No matter how much he was, he could not ruin his reputation.

Wells left the room with reluctance, and before leaving, he was still nagging. No one understood what language he was talking, but he could feel that he was cursing.

The room was quiet... Yan Zhi was planning to leave just now, but now, in order to drive the malicious man away for Deng Jiayu, Yan Zhi entered her room just because he could not allow himself to watch a woman facing the danger of being bullied. If he could turn a blind eye, he would not be a human but a beast.

On the g, murmured: "Yan Zhi... Thank you... Otherwise I will be taken advantage of by that bad guy... Damn Wells, I'm just frustrated with me, but now I dare to beat me while I'm drunk... I'll change the stylist tomorrow... I must change... Um... My head hurts so much... I want to drink water..."

G tossed and turned, her skirt was messy, revealing her white legs and her looming sensitivity.

Yan Zhi couldn't help but breathe tightly... Of course he was not Liu Xiahui. Faced with such a *, he instinctively reacted, but his reason was telling him - no.

The restlessness in his body was scared. Yan Zhu poured a glass of water for Deng Jiayu, intending to leave here after drinking it.

Deng Jiayu was lying down, shouting that he was thirsty. Yan Zhi grabbed her shoulder and pulled her body over... It didn't seem to be tight, and Yan Zhi suddenly gasped... Oh no, why is this kind of her skirt?

The upper part of the skirt Deng Jiayu was wearing was a cardigan style, and there were a row of fine buttons on his chest, but now, the buttons were all loosened, seductive. All the tender whiteness jumped out... Yan Zhu only felt that there was whiteness in front of him. The visual impact almost caused the desire and desire in his body exploded, and the cup in his hand was accidentally raised by Deng Jiayu and touched it...

All the water in the cup was sprinkled on Deng Jiayu.

"Um...my skirt..." Deng Jiayu felt uncomfortable in a daze, so he simply lifted his hands... The skirt was removed by her, and her charming body was fully visible.

"Don't..." Yan Zhi endured the fire in his lower abdomen, and tried not to see the nose-blooding scenery.

However, the faint fragrance on a woman's body and the charming factors of the opposite sex that are filled with the air are all bewitching and testing Yan Zhi's willpower.

As long as the tight string in his mind is loose, as long as he takes a step forward, he can eat this delicious meal... This is torture, torture for men, and it requires a greater concentration than ordinary people to control himself!

Yan Zhi gritted his teeth hard, waved his hand, and pulled the quilt over and covered Deng Jiayu... He had to leave immediately without seeing his eyes.

Yan Zhi was about to get together, and a delicate moan sounded behind him. The woman's arms wrapped around him like vines, and a warm and soft body was pressed against his back...

"Don't leave...Yan Zhi...I love you...Don't leave...Don't leave me...I need you..." Deng Jiayu prayed in a dream, Chu Chu was moving, I felt pity for her, and her moving curves were so tight that it was not airtight to Yan Zhi's back, which was simply pouring gasoline on a ball of fire!

Yan Zhi's whole body was stiff, tense as if it was about to explode at any time. Every nerve in his body became extremely sensitive and fragile, but even so, he still maintained the only trace of clarity and said in a deep voice: "Deng Jiayu...you are drunk..."
Chapter completed!