The black-bellied president can't be offended

three days later.

When Gu Anwan saw Xiang Yuming again, it was on the sofa at home.

Xiang Yuming was lying on the sofa with his slender legs crossed on the sofa, his brows were full of exhaustion.

She slowed down, tried not to make a sound, and approached Xiang Yuming quietly.

She quietly looked at Xiang Yuming's sleeping face. The deep eyebrows and the high bridge of the nose made the already small face look more three-dimensional and delicate.

If, if not for him...

Hearing Xiang Yuming's steady breathing, Gu Anwan got up and picked up the quilt on the side and gently covered it.

When she was about to leave, a big hand held her wrist directly, and with a slight pull, she fell directly into Xiang Yuming's arms.

Before he had time to react, Xiang Yuming's kisses fell like raindrops.

Gu Anwan's face turned red in an instant, she put her hands on Xiang Yuming's shoulders, and her fingertips tightly grasped Xiang Yuming's shoulders.

I don't know how long it took before Xiang Yuming gave up and let go of Gu Anwan.

Gu Anwan was dizzy from being kissed long ago, and now that she finally breathed fresh air, she finally took a breath.

Xiang Yuming looked at Gu Anwan in his arms, who looked like a little white rabbit, and felt agitated in his heart.

The hand holding Gu Anwan tightened again, and then he lowered his head and wanted to kiss him again.

Gu Anwan tilted her head slightly, her hands resisted Xiang Yuming's next move.

"You, what are you doing..."

"Kiss my wife." Xiang Yuming looked into Gu Anwan's eyes with a serious and affectionate tone.

Gu Anwan couldn't resist his gaze, but she couldn't.

Can't go down this deep.

She wants to clear her father's name.

She couldn't be tempted by the person who killed her father.

Gu Anwan gritted her teeth and chose to push Xiang Yuming away.

"You, you get out of the way."

Xiang Yuming frowned, "Wan Wan."

"Do you really have to do this?"

Gu Anwan didn't speak, but her hands were still stubbornly pressing against Xiang Yuming's shoulders.

Looking at Gu Anwan's appearance, Xiang Yuming's eyes darkened.

Then he let go of her hand.

The moment he let go, a trace of disappointment flashed in Gu Anwan's eyes.

"I've finished the plan and sent it to your mailbox." Gu Anwan got up and simply tidied up her clothes, trying to use a business-like tone.

Xiang Yuming didn't answer, picked up the coat on the sofa and left directly.

He didn't go to work and didn't want to stay at home.

Under the dim light, Xiang Yuming's back looked a little lonely.

The slender fingers pinched the wine glass, and the wine in the glass swayed with the shaking of the hand.

The width of the hand became bigger and bigger, and at the moment when the wine was about to overflow, Xiang Yuming toasted and poured it down his throat.

With the swallowing of the wine, the Adam's apple moved up and down twice.

I don't know how many times this action was repeated, Xiang Yuming's eyes began to be a little dazed.

During the period, there were many beauties who came forward to strike up a conversation, but they were all frightened away by Xiang Yuming's fierce gaze.

Bai Mingyu has been sitting silently in the dark watching all this.

Although Xiang Yuming's temperament is uncertain, he is a bit cold towards others.

But at least he didn't do too much when he was drunk.

Such a person should be able to protect his sister well.

Thinking about it, Bai Mingyu took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Xiang Yuming's back.

send.

Gu Anwan looked back at the photo in seconds.

After a while, they came to the door of the bar.

Xiang Yuming came out drunk, saw the woman in front of him, and suddenly laughed.

"This woman is really haunted."

"You can even see her when you're drunk."

Then he walked forward on his own.

Gu Anwan was about to go up to him, trying to support Xiang Yuming.

But at this time Ruoya suddenly appeared.

Xiang Yuming put his hand on Ruoya's shoulder directly, "Do you think this woman looks like Gu Anwan?"

The two women had black lines on their faces.

How did the drunk Xiang Yuming's IQ become so low.