"Can you send it to me?" She thought, anyway, if he is drunk, it doesn't matter if he does something skinless and faceless, he has always been very generous, he shouldn't worry about her as a drunk person. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

Thinking of this, Song Tiantian was more reasonable.

She grabbed her right wrist with both hands, a bit of a trick.

"I want you to send me, otherwise, I won't go back." She feigned a drunken tone.

What kind of character Song Tiantian is, Tang Jingyun naturally knows it.

Once, he spoiled her as a little princess and spoiled her as a little rascal.

He tolerated whatever she wanton in front of him, and now, he had to pay for the lawlessness he had spoiled her in the first place.

He grimaced and brushed her hand away.

"Keep up."

The implication is that he promised to send her home.

Song Tilt was confused for a while, and then she reacted, and she staggered to follow.

The moonlit and starry night is exceptionally peaceful.

The black Pagani sports car blends in perfectly into the night, speeding like a lightning bolt on the road.

During the whole process of going home, he didn't say a word to her, and Song Tiantian could only look at the man's cold and neat face, and he wanted to stop talking.

Soon, the car stopped at the Platinum Palace.

The man parked the car and waited for a long time, but he didn't see any reaction from the people around him, so he slowly turned his gaze sideways-

I saw Song tilting his head to the side, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

The woman's fair face was dyed with a drunken crimson, lovely and seductive, and her innocent, defenseless intoxicating appearance did have an urge to lead people to sin, and just staring at his face made him ...... There was something unusual.

His throat rolled, and he closed his eyes, restraining the restless thoughts in his heart.

He called her twice, but she didn't respond, and he didn't know if he was really asleep or fakely asleep.

Anyway, three years later, Song Tilt was like a mystery, and he couldn't figure it out.

He didn't have much patience, so he opened the car door and got out of the car, went around to the co-pilot, unbuckled her seat belt for her, and picked her out of the car seat.

Feeling the man's generous and warm and firm embrace, the corners of Song tilted his lips quietly and gently rose.

Tang Jingyun hugged Song Tiantian all the way to the door of the villa.

"Password." He didn't care if she was really asleep, so he asked casually.

Song tilted back to him vaguely; “08。”

08？

Tang Jingyun paused stiffly, he was naturally familiar with this number.

It's just that she didn't expect that Song Tiantian would set this number as a password like him.

Despite the accident and doubts, he didn't say anything, just entered the code, opened the door, and then walked in with her in his arms.

The villa is big, beautiful and tastefully romantically decorated.

When she divorced him, she didn't ask him for a penny of breakup fees, and she made a lot of money in the past three years on her own.

Of course, earning a lot of money is only on the surface, and in the past three years, she has worked hard, paralyzed herself, and overdrawn her body.

He carried her upstairs and searched for a long time before finding her bedroom, he put her lightly on the bed, ready to let go, but Song Tiantian hooked his neck and pulled his body down a little, he supported his arms on both sides of her body, and the distance between the two was not too much......