Wen Qing drank a lot of wine and got up to go to the bathroom.

She just left.

The two boys next to them began to murmur in a low voice.

"Yiming, when will you take her down?" Zhang Zuo poked Xuan Yiming with his arm and said in a low voice.

"Her mother is very strict with me. I have been inspecting me for 2 months, so it's not that easy."

Xuan Yiming shook his head in a sigh.

"If you want me to say you are stupid, why do you have to go through the fucking program? You can just go straight to Huanglong!" Zhang Zuo whispered.

"She asked me to kiss the day before yesterday."

Xuan Yiming smiled shyly.

He is very handsome and elegant, and he feels harmless when he smiles.

"Can you get pregnant with kisses?" Zhang Zuo said contemptly.

"That can't."

"That's it. Think about it, I kissed my parents two months later. When did I want to get on the base? I'll do it myself." Zhang Zuo said.

"I'm not in a hurry."

"You are not in a hurry, but do you know what the most fickle thing in the world is? It is the heart of a woman. You think you can wait for it for a year or two, but what if Wen Qing comes into contact with other men during this period? Do you guarantee that she will not change her heart? Wen Qing has not only been with you, but she is Mr. Wen's only daughter. Do you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at her in the secret?" Zhang Zuo whispered.

"this……."

Xuan Yiming was so excited when Zhang Zuo said that.

Not impossible?

"But she also disagrees with going further. Do you think I don't want to?" Xuan Yiming took a sip of wine and said with some depression.

"You have to learn to take the initiative."

"Take the initiative?"

Xuan Yiming was a little confused.

Zhang Zuo smiled and took out a small medicine bottle in a mysterious way.

"Did you see this? Drop it in the wine, and you can make sure you can get her done at night. First, get a baby, and then..."

"Then I was asked by Mr. Wen to do it?"

Xuan Yiming seamlessly connected and thought of his own end.

Wen Qing is a single-parent family.

Take your mother's surname.

Her mother is just a child, and she is always strict in her care.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no."

Zhang Zuo stretched out his index finger and shook slowly.

"Let me ask you, do you like Wen Qing?" Zhang Zuo asked.

"like!"

Xuan Yiming nodded seriously.

"Does Wen Qing like you?" Zhang Zuo asked again.

“I like it too.”

Xuan Yiming nodded with certainty.

"The two like each other. Is this social environment too much?" Zhang Zuo continued to ask.

"Not too much!" Xuan Yiming shook his head violently.

"Is it natural?"

"It's natural!"

"So, since it's not too much, it's natural. But she still has to examine you and not let you off. What do you think is the fundamental reason?" Zhang Zuo asked in a tempting manner.

"The root cause? She is afraid that um..., she will suffer a loss?"

Xuan Yiming followed Zhang Zuo's ideas.

"Yes! She is just afraid of losing money, so she looks forward to it!" Zhang Zuo said.

"Um."

Xuan Yiming nodded.

"But have you ever thought that if you put her to bed tonight, will she still be as scrutinized as she is in your arms tomorrow morning? No way? What she thought at that time should be, anyway, we will be wrong. And if you happen to make her eat comfortably and satisfy her food... Then, will things be done?" Zhang Zuo said with a wink.

"It seems..., something makes sense?"

The three of them drank a lot today. Xuan Yiming used the alcohol to hear Zhang Zuo's words.

"This is not a little bit reasonable? It makes sense too much!"

Zhang Zuo patted Xuan Yiming on the shoulder vigorously.

He has used this with his little sister who came out to play with this 2-3 times.

All were settled afterwards.

"So, Yiming, do you want me to help you with brother?" Zhang Zuo unscrewed the bottle cap.

"No, I'll do it myself!"

Xuan Yiming resolutely took the medicine bottle and dripped a drop of medicine into Wen Qing's wine glass.

Your own sexual blessings.

He wants to fight for it himself!

...

The scene in front of him happened to be seen by Qiye and Gao Jian.

Qiyelun raised his sleeves and wanted to go up and beat the two shameless ones, but was stopped by Gao Jian.

"What are you doing?"

Gao Jian grabbed Qiye's arm and refused to let him move.

"As a brave man, the bar is the group industry, I am the vice president, it won't work if something happens."

Qiye soon found a very legitimate reason for himself.

"If you beat him like this, why would that girl hate you when she comes back? Then the grandson goes to the ground and says he can't move anymore. The girl takes care of her again, and the two of them may take care of her in the bed at night." Gao Jian analyzed.

"Ah? What should I do?"

Qiye didn't expect that such a god would develop.

"Based on my recent experience in protecting media, there are two solutions to this matter. Not only can we achieve the goal, but we can also achieve the effect of breaking up the couple." Gao Jian said.

Qiye: “….”

Why doesn’t it sound like an adjective with positive energy?

【Negative emotions from Qiye +666.】

“What solution?”

Qiye asked, which showed that he still had ideas about Wen Qing.

That girl is really pretty.

It's a seven-night dish.

"The first type is more routine. You secretly tell the girl that she had been drugged in the cup and told her not to drink it." Gao Jian said.

It's very routine, Qi Ye nodded with approval.

"What about the second one?"

"The second type is more unconventional, but it can have the effect of deciding the vagina in one go. The specific process is like this. You first get yourself drunk, and then leave with the girl. When the fool enters the house, lifts up the girl's skirt and takes off his pants, you fall from the sky and get a stick in the back."

Gao Jian clenched his fist and made a victory gesture to Qiye.

"No, this is your so-called experience of protecting media to pull the line?" Qiye felt Gao Jian's deep malice.

"Yes, just not long ago, I successfully formed a marriage and helped a child named Nanyang successfully catch up with his female classmate." Gao Jian said.

"What about it later?" Qiye asked with some anticipation.

"Later, he died."

Qiye: “….”

【Negative emotions from Qiye +666.】
To be continued...