What a hug!

The young man held the drunken woman in his arms, and wanted to throw her away with disgust.

On midsummer nights, the heat waves in the air are still coming one after another. After standing for a while, the young coach felt hot.

"Let's go, get in the car." Hugging Yun Xiaobai was about to get in the car, Xiaobai grabbed the shirt on his chest with both hands, and his head shaking like a rattle.

The young man's handsome eyebrows suddenly frowned, "No? Do you really want to spend the night on this road?"

"I don't get in the car... I'm dizzy... I want to vomit..." I said everything with a stutter, and Xiaobai even leaned on him and refused to leave.

He was like a soft-legged shrimp, leaning softly in his arms.

The young man touched her soft face and glanced at the uninhabited road under the street lights, "If you don't get on the bus, how can you get back?"

The drunk man laughed foolishly, "Back..."

The young coach bent his fingers and knocked on her forehead again, "I'm not stupid."

When you are drunk, you know how to enslave him and take advantage of him. Are you quite brave?

On weekdays, she, Yun Xiaobai, dares to say something like that when Fang Ping asked him to carry it back?

Does it really fit the saying that drunken people to be brave?

"Hehe..." Yun Xiaobai grabbed his head and laughed.

My hair was scattered and hung down. The young man pinched the flesh on her face and pulled it out, "Where is the hair ring?"

Xiaobai was so dizzy that he leaned in his arms that he couldn't stand firmly. The young coach asked the driver to take out her bag.

The spare hair ring was found from it, and the young man was in trouble with her thick hair.

There is air conditioning in the car, so I don’t worry about the heat. If I really walk back, her thick long hair will not be covered and sweaty?

The driver Lao Li has a young daughter. When he saw the young marshal holding the hairpin, he volunteered, "Young marshal, otherwise I will let me help Xiaobai tie my hair. I often tie my daughter, and my technique is quite skillful."

"No need." The young coach refused without thinking. He took the hairpin and turned his fingers twice, "Just tell me what to do."

"Hey, OK. Do you want to tie a ponytail or a bun?"

The young man frowned, "There is still such a classification?"

"Of course, my daughter's favorite is the braid..." Lao Li, who realized what she said, stopped the topic in time, "I think you should put a bun on Xiaobai, so that it won't be hot."

After Lao Li taught the skills for a while, the young man mastered the essence. He put up Xiaobai's hair with both hands and patted her face with one hand, "Xiaobai, turn around."

Xiaobai was reluctantly pushed by him and kept spinning around. Finally, his hair was curled up in circles on the top of his head. The young man put his hair in two circles and fixed it.

Lao Li had to accept such innovative techniques from the young man.

The young coach, who succeeded in the first experiment, swelled his heart and tied his hair. It was just that, a piece of cake!

"Young Marshal...dizzy..." Xiaobai, who was already dizzy, turned around for a few times and became even more dizzy.

The young man squatted down in front of her, turned his head and "Come on."

Without saying a word, Xiaobai climbed onto his back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and his chin naturally rested on his shoulders, sighing comfortably.

"You will enjoy it." The young coach snorted, carried her on his back, weighed her twice, and took a step towards Rong Mansion.

"Yun Xiaobai, carry you drunk back, what are you going to thank me?"

“…What do you think?”

"Call Brother Shengrong and come and listen."

Xiaobai giggled, and finally, he called softly in his ear, "Brother Rong..."
Chapter completed!