After finally carrying her to the door of the room, he put her down, held her waist with one hand, supported the door with the other, and asked, "Where is your room card?"

Qiao Ran was confused, "What card? What card do you want?"

She suddenly pushed him away with all her strength, leaned on the door, and slapped the door hard, "slap, bang, bang."

"I order you to open it quickly!"

She shouted at the door, "Open sesame. Open the door quickly! Open the door!"

Zuo Chen held his forehead at night, and there was a black line on his head. How much wine had she drank? Damn it.

He guessed that maybe her key card was in her handbag. He got out of the car in a hurry and didn't have time to take her handbag or her mink shawl. Of course, he couldn't take it either, and he had to wrap her in a suit.

, and he still had to hold her, and he couldn't spare his hands.

Right now, the only option is to take her back to her room.

After a while, go back to the car to get her things, and then send her back to her room.

He frowned, stepped forward and picked her up again, who was holding her against the door, "Stop making trouble and obey me."

Returning to his presidential suite, he laid her flat on the sofa.

Just as he was about to stand up, she grabbed his arm.

She laughed so hard that she said, "Handsome man, how many more drinks will you have with me? How much will it cost? I'll pay you." She touched her pockets everywhere, as if looking for her handbag, "Hey, where's the card? My card.

Woolen cloth?"

Damn it, did this woman think of him as a bartender again? She obviously didn't know how to drink, and she was so drunk that she went crazy.

"Stop making trouble, I'm going to sober you up." He thought, he had to go to the drugstore to buy some sobering medicine for her. She was really too drunk.

However, he underestimated the explosive power of a drunk woman.

She pulled hard.

He was dragged down by her and fell into the soft sofa with her.

She put one hand in front of him and took off her shoes with the other.

"Well, it's such a bother."

She raised her hand, narrowed her eyes, and looked sideways to find the target.

Then, a high-heeled shoe was thrown into the trash can with precision.

"Boom" sound.

She took off her other high-heeled shoe, and this time she didn't even look at it. She raised her hand and threw it into the trash can with precision.

Such a precise throwing level is by no means an accident, let alone a coincidence.

Zuo Chenye was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but call out with a confused expression.

"Qiao Ran."

"Hmm. Don't talk. It's really annoying." She simply covered his lips and leaned close to him.

He stared at her blankly. He called her name just now and she answered. Was that considered an answer to him?

She was so drunk that she felt that the things in front of her were shaking and becoming blurry.

She reached out and stroked his raised Adam's apple.

He asked curiously, "What is this? Why does it stick out? Why does it keep moving? Can you stop moving?"

"..."

He was speechless as she covered his lips. She was teasing him without a bottom line. He kept enduring, and his Adam's apple naturally rolled up and down. Could he not move?

Her weak, boneless hands had moved down to his chest, stroking it gently.

"What is this and why is it so hard?"

There was a "bang" in his head, and he felt that his whole body and nerves were about to be broken. He was not a stoic person, not to mention that over the years, he had abided by himself and never touched any woman.
Chapter completed!