The first thousand five hundred and eighth chapter wine is exhausted**
Chapter 1508: Drunk**
"Don't worry, you won't get ahead of me." He went to grab the wine bottle, but a harsh sound came from the guy. He couldn't even grab the bottle. He was completely dizzy.
"Yandong loses, Yandong loses, cluck..." Cao Feier clapped her hands and shouted, her face flushed with excitement, and a pair of tender hands kept beating on Boss Ye's chest as if scratching it, I don't know.
Is it because of drunkenness or something? Moreover, Cao Feier's hand sometimes accidentally reaches down. Anyway, Boss Ye was so excited by her that he almost fired his gun.
"Young Master Yan, let me help you go back." At this time, Manager Zhao Hai came in accompanied by a young man with a flat head. The man quickly hugged Young Master Yan to prevent him from falling.
"Back...back..." Young Master Yan was dizzy, his hand wavered and pointed in the direction of the door, and he couldn't even speak clearly.
"Boss, pay the bill!" Cao Feier shouted with a smile.
"It's a 20% discount for the night! Everyone pays it, right?" Zhao Hai glanced at the bill aside and said with a smile.
"Here, Manager Zhao, take the blame for me." The young man with a flat head supported Mr. Yan while taking out his wallet.
"It's Ye tonight..." Zhao Hai wanted to say it was Mr. Ye's treat, but the crew-cut young man snorted coldly, interrupted him, and said, "Zhao Hai, why did Ni Ya bully my Feng family?"
Don’t you want to pay for these two pieces of money?”
"Qiu... Mr. Qiu, no..." Zhao Hai was a little anxious. This was the money that Young Master Yan had just told Ye Fan to pay. If the young man with a flat head rushes to pay the money, Young Master Yan still doesn't have to pay for it later.
Human skin.
Moreover, the evening meal plus the singers and dancers and musicians were not cheap. Zhao Hai asked the counter just now and said that the total was close to 300,000. The main reason was that the Royal Dragon Cannon was too expensive. However, the flat-headed young manager Qiu was obviously irritated.
He took out a card and threw it over, humming: "Swipe it now, otherwise, you Huasheng and our Feng family guests will not come again in the future."
"I paid for the night, brother, you can wait for another day." Ye Fan glanced sideways at this guy and said deliberately to irritate him.
"You're so stupid, hurry up and brush it off." Manager Qiu yelled, getting angry.
Ye Fan shrugged and said, "Since this guy insists on rushing to pay, I'm sorry. Manager Zhao, you saw it too, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I saw it, I saw it!" Zhao Hai had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the card to arrange for someone to go.
"By the way, wait a minute, these girls are probably going to have a rest. Is there a presidential suite?" Ye Fan asked.
"We don't have a presidential suite, but we have the most luxurious suite-style VIP room on the top floor. Does Mr. Ye want it?" Zhao Hai asked.
"I want a set! I'll pay for it!" Ye Fan nodded.
"I, Qiu Hua, can't afford it, right? Let's get married together." Qiu Hua, a flat-headed man, glanced sideways at Ye Fan and snorted with disdain in his eyes.
"Okay!" Ye Fan nodded, already chuckling in his heart. I guess Young Master Yan's face will definitely look good after he wakes up.
Mr. Qiu helped Mr. Yan and others leave. Ye Fan was about to ask someone to get Zhao Si and others into the room. At this time, a pure face appeared outside the door.
"Where's my cousin?" Song Zhenyao asked. After a quick glance, she finally found Cao Feier. Because Cao Feier was Song Zhenyao's cousin.
"Here, as long as you are here, let's get them upstairs together." Ye Fan replied.
"Yeah!" Song Zhenyao responded, and one person helped another person take the elevator up to the luxury VIP room on the top floor.
It is indeed luxurious, with a large suite, four rooms and two living rooms, each room has a bathroom. The hall is also quite large, with a wine cabinet, bar, stereo, small conference table and study room.
Of course, the price is not cheap. I heard it costs more than 10,000 yuan a night.
"Zhen...Zhenyao, how are you?" After finally taking care of the two eldest ladies, Ye Fan and Song Zhenyao sat quietly on the sofa in the hall, facing each other without speaking. The TV was on.
, Song Zhenyao pretended to be watching a Korean drama, but Ye Fan knew that her eyes were not staring at the screen at all, and he did not know what she was thinking.
"What do you think?" Song Zhenyao turned away and ignored someone.
"You are now the host of Provincial Channel's 'Le Letian' and have become a famous star. Haha, congratulations." Ye Fan smiled awkwardly.
"I'm not just a vase for you officials." Song Zhenyao snorted sarcastically, facing the TV.
"Zhenyao, I..." Ye Fan shamelessly sat down and found that Song Zhenyao did not move her buttocks. This is the message sent by the woman. In this situation, as long as a man is more shameless, generally speaking, he will not
He was attacked by a pervert. Therefore, Ye Fan became bolder under the influence of alcohol and reached out to pull Song Zhenyao. Comrade Xiao Ye believed that women are there to coax and deceive. As long as they are intimate, everything will be solved.
"Get your dirty hands away, disgusting!" Song Zhenyao was not polite, she frowned and slapped off Boss Ye's wolf claws.
"Haha, I just washed my hands." Mr. Ye said with a smile.
"Can the heart be washed away?" Song Zhenyao pursed her lips without squinting, as if there was no such person beside her.
"My heart is dirty, dirty, hum!" Mr. Ye was furious. He went to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of wine, took off the lid and drank it himself.
"It stinks so much, let's drink it in the corridor outside." Song Zhenyao still stared at Cui or other celebrities on the TV and scolded.
"I don't want to stay here, I have my own place to stay. Humph, I went to find Xiaosi to drink, and Fei'er happened to be there too. He got drunk and happened to do something like that!" Mr. Ye was furious, stumbling around like Wu Erlang.
We boarded the 'Jingyang Gang'. There was a large bed on the hill, which was about 2.5 meters wide. This was because this was the master bedroom of the deluxe VIP room. The hotel had set it up to provide guests with double flights.
At this moment, Zhao Si and Cao Feier were lying on the bed and fell asleep in a daze, smelling of alcohol. Seeing the two beauties lying on the bed, Mr. Ye swallowed hard, reclined on the three-person sofa opposite the bed, and raised his hand.
He opened the bottle of wine and boasted about himself.
Half an hour later, Mr. Ye lay dizzy on the chair and wanted to sleep. However, it was inconvenient to have two girls lying on the bed. Ye Fan stood up and walked to the hall. He also wanted to see if Song Zhenyao had finished watching the Korean drama.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the hall, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Could it be that Zhenyao drank alcohol? She never seemed to drink? Boss Ye was puzzled. He glanced at the coffee table and found a tall wine glass.
There was still half of the red wine in it. When he looked at the sofa again, Boss Ye was dumbfounded.
Song Zhenyao's face was as bright as a peach blossom. Her skin was originally white, but her face was so red that it looked like a peach blossom. There was some white on her neck, so she was white and rosy. And Song Zhenyao's breasts were not oversized. Only
Can be classified as a medium model.
However, it looks quite firm and strong. At this moment, Song Zhenyao is lying on the sofa, smelling of alcohol, and her chest is rising and falling violently. Her pure and noble eyes are now rippling like a Persian cat.
The stock can melt the spring beauty of all male animals in the world.
She also threw her shoes somewhere, and God, she even took off her socks and threw them somewhere. Maybe because her body became hot after drinking alcohol, she took off her socks, and also took off her coat and threw it beside the sofa.
In fact, he was wearing a thin white sweater, and his figure was slim and curvy. As he breathed, he trembled slightly like a snake.
the drunken beauty!
Ye Fan couldn't help but flash the image of the great beauty Yang Guifei of the Tang Dynasty when she was drunk. Could it be that I am Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty.
Alas... Last year on this day in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
Boss Ye recited something to himself, and he shook his head emotionally, "Why bother?"
"What can you drink if you don't know how to drink? Are there any heroic and handsome guys in ****? Or are we Chinese people so heroic? We can get drunk even if we watch ****'s soap operas." Ye Fan sighed, went over and hugged him gently
Song Zhenyao was about to enter the room.
He looked at the rooms of Zhao Si and Cao Feier. Although the beds there were big, there were already two. Ye Fan changed rooms and just opened the door. He looked down and was stunned again.