"Hey, you look so familiar!"

The drunk woman stretched out her finger and pointed danglingly at his nose. If he hadn't grabbed her other arm tightly, she might have fallen off the bed.

Nonsense, they just met this morning, it would be strange if they are not familiar with each other!

"We just met in the morning!" After saying this, Chunyu Ziyu bit off his tongue with regret, forgetting to imagine it, how could he say it out loud?

"No...no! We have met him somewhere else." I don't know if she was drunk, but Jane Eyre always felt that there were a lot of things in her mind. She must have met him somewhere.

But, why can’t I remember it?

Bang!

As soon as Chunyu Ziyu was distracted, the woman on the bed lay back down again and fell asleep instantly. He was so angry that he wanted to throw the woman out immediately. In fact, he was ready to do so.

As soon as the thug lifted the quilt, his face turned ugly. This woman's fetish was truly speechless!

The quilt was thrown down with a swish, and Chunyu Ziyu strode towards another room. When he passed the small bar, his face became increasingly blue.

Is this... is this being robbed?

Why is his collection of wine empty, not a drop left?

At this moment, he really wanted to go back and strangle that woman to death. He stayed in his hotel and drank all his wine. It was simply, simply unforgivable!

Without looking at the empty wine bottle, he turned around and walked into the bathroom. After taking a shower, he came out and stood by the bed, his eyes getting deeper and deeper. If Erbao were here, he would definitely understand the entanglement in his heart.

Is it eating?

Still not eating?

"Forget it, just treat it as interest." He comforted himself in his heart.

He bent down and clicked on the switch on the bedside, adjusting the light. The weak light made the room blurry, and he didn't have too much psychological pressure to do things. To be honest, he really didn't want to do this.

Banging a woman randomly made him feel like he was at a disadvantage.

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth, tied off the towel and got into the quilt.

“It’s so cold!”

Before he could lie down firmly, the woman on the other side let out a cry and leaned over. Chunyu Ziyu, who was still a little hesitant at first, immediately took action in the next second.

"You asked for this!"

He originally intended to let her go, but she failed to live up to her expectations.

There was an itching sensation on her neck. The drunk woman opened her misty eyes, started to giggle again, took the initiative to put on her red lips, and got entangled with him.

"Well, Dabao!"

Chunyu Ziyu stiffened suddenly, and his mood became increasingly gloomy, "How do you know my name?"

"I don't know!" Jane Eyre shook her head in confusion, wrapped her white arms around his neck, and kissed him again.

Chunyu Ziyu cursed in a low voice, reached out to adjust the brightness of the room, and ended the kiss. His slender fingers parted the long hair of the person in front of him, revealing the delicate face. He always felt that he had forgotten something.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, wrapped himself in a bath towel, turned on his phone, and flipped through photos from a few years ago.

At the wedding, Ran Ran was wearing a white wedding dress. Isn’t the woman standing next to her the same woman in front of her?

"Jane Eyre?" Chunyu Ziyu compared the photos for a while, then put down the phone and took a photo of the drunk woman's cheek.
Chapter completed!