Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

Because it is a happy day, Jing Jiajia, who has always been unable to drink, is drunk again. But this time she won't worry about anything like before. Even if it is the man's bad, it's nothing. Today, she was happy not only because it was his birthday, but also because her grandfather finally agreed to let them be together, but also made him propose to him, and she agreed to marry him. What's more, after the disaster, she was glad that she was still alive, and could be with him, children, and those she loved and loved. Fate favored her again, She really thanked Heaven, fate and all the people who gave her love.

Holding an empty wine glass, Jing Jiajia blinked his blurred eyes and shouted, "husband, cheers!"

Bu Dongze smiled and stretched out his hand to touch her face. "Little girl, how can you drink with an empty glass?"

"Er -" Jing Jiajia took the cup to his eyes and shook it vigorously. "Eh, that's why there was no wine. He said, did you steal it?"

Bu Dongze smiled low. Drunk she was more charming than just now, with a little silly appearance. Fortunately, only he saw her drunk appearance. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine what other men would do if they saw her like this.

Jingjiajia put down his glass, lay down at the table, looked at Bu Dongze and asked with a smile, "husband, what are you laughing at?"

Bu Dongze looked at the little woman opposite with a smile and gently turned the wine glass in his hand. The bright red wine was dancing beautifully.

"Laugh at you," he said.

"What's so funny about me?"

"You're so cute. I haven't found you so charming after drinking."

Jingjiajia was a little shy. She touched her cheek and smiled. "Hehe hehe". Suddenly, she bent down to get the wine cup in Bu Dongze's hand, but she threw herself into the air because Bu Dongze avoided. She lay on the table angrily, regardless of the food on the table on her clothes, she simply lay on it, and stretched out her hand to pinch a dish, put her face back in her mouth, and spoiled, "husband, give it to me, I want to drink, will you give it to me? Husband..."

Bu Dongze leaned back on the chair, smiled and shook his head. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all into his stomach. Then he put the mouth of the wine glass down and looked at Jing Jiajia with "provocative" eyes.

"You hate, don't let others drink, ignore you."

Bu Dongze put down his glass, stood up, picked jingjiajia up from the table, smiled and said, "Jiajia, you drink too much, don't drink, let's go home."

"No, people still want to drink..."

"OK, drink, let's go home and drink, shall we?"

Jingjiajia belched, then swallowed, blinked twice, thought a little, nodded, "OK, go home and drink with me, and you have to go home behind my back, ha ha..."

Bu Dongze nodded and hugged Jing Jiajia's waving arm. "OK, go home with you on your back. Now put on your clothes and hat, or you will catch a cold when the wind blows."

After nine cows and two tigers finally dressed her up, bu Dongze bent down and squatted on the ground, "come on, my husband walks home with you on his back."

However, Jingjia stood still and shook her head.

"What's the matter?" Bu Dongze twisted his face and asked softly.

"Husband, I'm fat. You'll be tired when you go home with your back. I can walk. Let's walk back."

Bu Dongze smiled. This considerate little woman, however, even if she ate ten or twenty pounds of fat, he could carry her. If he didn't even have this strength, he would be a man.

"Come on, your husband has strength. If you eat another 20 kilograms, I can carry you and won't be tired."

"Well, then I'm going up. You can't shout tired. Even if I'm tired, I won't come down..." Jing Jiajia said, lying on Bu Dongze's back, hugging his neck tightly with his arms, putting his small face on his cheek, slightly closing his eyes and muttering, "well, husband, let's go home."

"All right? Then we're going home."

"Well, all right."

Bu Dongze just stood up.

Seeing Bu Dongze standing up, the smart lobby manager hurried forward, picked up Bu Dongze's coat on the chair and put it on Jing Jiajia.

"Also pay with that white card." Bu Dongze didn't say thank you, because in his idea, this is what she should do, because B. R's business philosophy is to do everything you should do.

"OK, Mr. Bu, take your time with your wife."

Carrying Jing Jiajia out of the hotel, a cold wind blew. Bu Dongze turned his face and looked at Jing Jiajia lying on his shoulder as if he was about to fall asleep. He asked softly, "is it cold?"

Jingjiajia seemed to be about to fall asleep. When she heard him ask "is it cold", she suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. Where is this? "Husband, aren't we going home?"

"Yes, I want to go home."

"Oh, yes, ha ha, husband, it's very kind of you..."

Bu Dongze's heart is sweeter than honey. Not only his heart is sweet, but her mouth is also very sweet today. He smiled and said, "my husband has always been very good."

"Ha ha ha - husband, you are so narcissistic."

"Husband narcissism also has narcissistic capital. Are you right?"

Jingjiajia nodded, "husband, let's go home. The children are still waiting for us at home."

"OK, is it cold? Shall we go back by car?" Bu Dongze asked softly.

Jingjiajia thought for a moment and nodded, "OK, but can we walk for five minutes and then take the bus? I have some discomfort in my stomach."

Bu Dongze sighed painfully, "don't drink so much next time, do you hear me?"

Jingjiajia nodded. Because of the cold wind, she woke up a little, "but people are not happy today, husband. Happy birthday to you again!"

"Thank you, wife. My husband is really happy today, very happy."

The two men kept walking and talking. They didn't notice that a man wearing a black coat and a hat that almost covered his whole face was not far behind them. He had been following them since they left the hotel.

Seeing a black car coming from the front, the man turned a corner and entered an alley. He leaned against a wall and stopped for a while. He felt that they had gone. Then he quietly poked out his head and looked out to make sure that the people outside had gone. He came out again and stood on the road. The street lights pulled his figure very long and long.

"Shi Lian, the account between you and me won't be so easy!" the man's voice was very low, but his voice was filled with deep hatred and cold, which made people panic.

Hatred often makes people lose their reason.

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