And if he were to believe that he was in love with Bai Yunshang, it would be even more troublesome.

Keeping this woman means that he does not have to be Bai Yunshang, and he is still interested in her woman.

While he was drinking, a pair of small hands tremblingly came over from behind and hugged his waist.

"Young Master, it's getting late, shouldn't we take a rest?"

Sikong Zeye slammed her hand away and looked back with a sinister look.[

Seeing that Xiao Wu had been washed and was still wearing Bai Yunshang's pajamas, the sinister look in his eyes became even stronger.

"Who allows you to touch the clothes in my closet?" He said coldly, "Take them off!"

Xiao Wu was startled for a moment and took two steps back in fright: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring any change of clothes. I saw there were women's clothes in the closet, so..."

"I told you to take it off!"

The pajamas were bought for Bai Yunshang and she has been wearing them these days.

When he saw the clothes, he thought of her, his mood became irritable, and his voice became a little colder!

With tears in her eyes, Xiao Wu took off her nightgown.

She was not even wearing underwear. The woman was holding her naked upper body with both hands and standing there timidly, looking very sexy and attractive.

There was no trace of lust in Sikong Zeye's eyes.

But he suddenly remembered that this woman was left by Sikong Haoran by his side. Perhaps she would report every instruction he gave.

Pressing his fingers on his aching temple, he whispered: "Put it on."

"..." Xiao Wu obviously didn't dare.

"I drank too much and forgot your name?"

"Xiao Wu."

"Xiao Wu, put on your clothes and go to bed."

Xiao Wu asked hesitantly: "But where should I sleep?"

The master bedroom was in ruins, and he was sleeping in the guest bedroom. He looked at the sofa. If this woman slept on the sofa tonight...

"Guest bedroom." He curled his lips, "Do you mind sleeping with me?"

"I don't mind." I don't dare to mind.[

"Go ahead."

After the woman left, he continued to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and drink. After drinking one glass after another, his head began to hurt again.

Suddenly his eyes fell on a few sandbags standing in the yard.

He walked out without boxing gloves...

Each punching movement was swift and vicious, calling for a mission. A sandbag couldn't hold it for long before it burst. The sand tilted out, and he replaced it with another one.

At the same time, the hands without any protection were gradually bruised with blood.
Chapter completed!