Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4051 Sea King does not dare to be so sea (53)

  The spirit of sacrifice is worthy of admiration!

Seeing that Shen Zhiyu was about to take people away, although the roommate was so scared to death, he couldn't just watch Wei Bai go away so unclearly. He bit the bullet and asked: "...Professor Shen, dare you to ask if you are? Xiaobai...who?"

  Woohoo oh my life is over here, it's over, it's over.

   "Second brother." Shen Zhiyu only said one sentence.

  The three roommates were all stupid and trembled.

  "Goodbye Professor Shen! Goodbye Xiaobai!"

  Shen Zhiyu took the person out, dyed white walking and staggered, like stepping on cotton, he had to hold the girl’s belt and walk forward.

  The first floor of the bar is even more chaotic. The music is deafening, and the colorful lights are mixed together. Many people feel itchy when they notice the scene.

  At first, I looked at the appearance and temperament. I thought it was a cold and gentle person, but I didn't expect that he would even take people to the hotel.

  Once the abstinent person shows a scene completely inconsistent with his appearance, it will form a strange charm, which is even more crazy.

  "Brother, where are you going?" The woman stepped forward to chat, the perfume smelled, "I can also be together..."

  Ranbai leaned on Shen Zhiyu, like a koala. He suddenly chuckled, his eyes turned red, and his voice was lazy and hoarse: "Sister, three people are not popular now."

  Shen Zhiyu took a half step back with Ranbai, unmoved: "Sorry."

   only said one sentence, he took the person away, and his pace was steady.

  The car was parked outside, and the driver was shocked when he saw Shen Zhiyu entering the bar and bringing someone out.

   "Go back to Shen's house."

  Shen Zhiyu did not explain, she reached out to take the belt in Yen Bai's hand, but she did not give it. At this time, she was sober and looked at Shen Zhiyu vigilantly: "Mine."

  "……"

  Shen Zhiyu didn't care about a drunkard. He pressed Dye Bai into the car, and Dye Bai fell on the rear seat. With his long legs stretched out, he directly occupied the entire seat. The T-shirt pulled up a bit, revealing a waist.

  Shen Zhiyu picked up the person again and asked her to sit down, and then pulled the T-shirt down before leaning over to sit in.

  Dyeing white was not quite restful, and she hugged Shen Zhiyu's waist in a daze, rubbing her hair, Shen Zhiyu's back became slightly stiff, pushed her away and entangled her again, her white-dyed voice was low and hoarse, rustling: "Uncomfortable."

   "Where is it uncomfortable? Let you drink so much outside." Shen Zhiyu hadn't taken care of anyone before, and looked down at her face.

   Poorly dyed white: "I want to vomit, but I can’t vomit."

   "Tell me when you can vomit, don't vomit on me."

   "I will throw up on you!"

  "It's up to you." Shen Zhiyu is really not good at comforting people, so he closed his eyes.

Ranbai was indeed drunk, but she was not so drunk that she was unconscious. She half-squinted her eyes and found a comfortable position to lie on Shen Zhiyu’s lap. Her head was dizzy, she wanted to sleep but couldn’t sleep, she could only be bored. He played with Shen Zhiyu's shirt buttons, and after a while, he glanced at the indifferent man, who seemed to be closing his eyes and resting.

  True Classics.

  She smiled, and her fingers slid into the hem of Shen Zhiyu’s shirt and moved up along the waistline. The fingertips were really cut and stuck on Shen Zhiyu’s thin waist without any barriers.

  The cold temperature is like frozen beer.

  "Don't make trouble." Shen Zhiyu held her hand, sitting stiff, with tight waistline and motionless.

   "My hands are cold, my second brother will warm me up." Dye Bai did not let go, muttered in a low voice.

  The driver did not dare to listen to them, nor did he dared to look behind, feeling that he had endured everything he shouldn’t have.

  Can he continue to be a driver in Shen's house?

Light and shadow flickered from outside the window, a few strokes outlined the cold body shape, Shen Zhiyu sat upright and rigid, his shirt buttoned to the top, his brows were indifferent, and at first glance, he was an ascetic person. Who could think of a drunk little gangster? .

  He pulled out the white-dyed hand, the temperature was indeed cold, not normal, Shen Zhiyu did not speak, and held the girl’s palm in his hand.

   "Second brother, it would be nice if he warmed the bed and was so obedient." Ranbai sighed.

  This is really amazing.

  Shen Zhiyu almost threw his white hand out.

  The driver was even more bitter, he almost dumped the car.

  After tonight, if he is still alive, he must treat himself well.

  Fortunately, after dyeing white, I felt a lot more rested. Without saying anything surprising, I lay down on Shen Zhiyu’s lap to sleep honestly, searching for the only temperature with his fingers, and digging into the heart of Shen Zhiyu’s hand.

  Shen Zhiyu has never suffered so much.

   Restless.

  Until the driver stopped in front of the old house of Shen’s house, Shen Zhiyu turned white, but the person in his arms said nothing, rubbing between his legs.

  He simply picked up the person and walked to the white-stained room.

  The driver breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, only to realize that his back was wet.

  There is a feeling of rebirth after a disaster, tears in the eyes.

  He is still alive.

very good.

  So the question is, can he come to work at Shen's house tomorrow?

  The wind is bitter at night, with a little chill.

Shen Zhiyu’s shirt was a little messy and bulging, and his face was cold and indifferent. He carried the girl in his arms into her room. There was silence all around, except for the eternal moonlight. Hearing the steady and powerful heartbeat, this person seemed to be even Breathing is restrained. Her peach-shaped eyes are like water, and she is in a mess. Her fingertips run up the man’s shirt, lingering over the hard and bewitching collarbone, raised throat, and thin jawline, looking at it. Zhang's appearance in the moonlight and night is not an exaggeration to say.

  Shen Zhiyu avoided the white hands, and tightened a bit with the strength of the person: "Be honest." His voice was cold and less alienated.

He didn't look at Dye Bai, and walked straight forward. The lights in the huge courtyard and the sky and stars became the background, not as good as his three-pointer. The black coat was calm in color, and he was indifferent, and the arc of the eyelashes was cold and inviting. The tail of the eye is curved like a moon, and the white outline is three-point bright, but it is a bit under the expensive pressure, and it only shows up slightly in the dead of night. The truncated bridge of the nose and the lower lip are like cinnabar, like thin soft petals.

"Second brother's eyelashes are so long... the lips are so red..." Yan Bai carried a drunk look, Gu Zi whispered, her voice was very low and there were some unknown ambiguities, her fingertips were deep from the man's eyebrows. Sliding down to the eyelashes, they were too long, then sliding over those eyes and finally falling slowly on the thin lips with cool and lustrous colors, "Second brother is so beautiful, he is the best-looking person I have ever seen...want to kiss ."

  The last two words are the words that dyed white hooked Shen Zhiyu’s neck to his ear, as if a lover’s ears were whispering.

On the first day of September, at 23:01 in the evening, the street lamps in the courtyard of Shen’s house blended with the moonlight. In her eyes, she could not tell whether it was more frivolous or more affectionate. , Reflecting Shen Zhiyu's brows and eyes, he said nothing but stopped.

  She once said the same thing, on the day they met for the fifth time and went to the Ming Kitchen by the river.

  (End of this chapter)