The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 573 There is no point of accusation, but rather helpless pampering.

someone cares...

Ah, the red wine flowed down the esophagus from the throat, Hua Rong suddenly realized, and then laughed softly, Mr. Jiang will always be Mr. Jiang, he will never do meaningless things, and he will never fight a battle that has no chance of winning .

In the evening, it has entered the early autumn, and the sky is getting dark earlier than before.

As soon as Hua Rong and Xia Quan finished ordering, Xu Jinhuan, who was dressed in white casual clothes, swayed over, "Huh," he frowned, looking at Hua Rong in surprise, "Last night, there was such a big commotion. , since you can still come out today, Jiang Yunshen really didn't play his cards according to the routine."

Hua Rong glanced at him, drank two mouthfuls of soup and said, "Your food is so expensive, can't you cook it better?"

Xu Jinhuan sat down beside Hua Rong, and spread his hands innocently, "Few people come here to have a serious meal."

"I am now."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask the manager to change the chef."

"Take me to a drink. Your food, no matter whether it's Chinese or Western, is not worth the price, but the wine is really one of the best in the imperial capital. It should be to compensate for my unpleasant taste today." Hua Rong held his chin and smiled casually.

Xu Jinhuan looked at her inexplicably, "...you don't need this little money, so what?"

She narrowed her eyes lazily, "I'm in a bad mood, as for."

"..."

Nine p.m.

The manager of the clubhouse found Xu Jinhuan who was playing billiards with other sons, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Third son, that Miss Xia and Princess Rong are both drunk, do you want someone to send them back?"

Xu Jinhuan belongs to the kind who can hang out with anyone in the imperial capital, but when it comes to personal relationships, the only ones who really get along well are the small circle of the Han family and the Wen family. Xia Quan entered this circle by accident, although she has always been quiet. Warm, as for Huarong, they are purely congenial, many people know this.

Xu Jinhuan took off the cigarette in his mouth, "How much did they drink?"

"They're all drunk, and the quantity is not exaggerated...but they are all the most expensive." As he spoke, the manager compared the approximate quantity.

The expensiveness of their clubhouse is not the same as the expensiveness outside.

Xu Jinhuan showed a toothache expression, poked the upper of the shoe with a billiard cue stick, and took another puff of cigarette, "Don't let anyone harass them, then call Han Fang and Jiang Yunshen each, and tell them to come pick them up, who Whoever comes first will pay the bill."

"Understood." The manager nodded and left.

In fact, as soon as Jiang Yunshen hung up the phone, Jiang Yunshen had already appeared in the clubhouse.

"Mr. Jiang, this is Princess Rong's bill."

Jiang Yunshen glanced at the woman lying on the table, and glanced at the bill. There was no obvious expression change on his face, only the corners of his eyebrows twitched, and while pulling out the card from his wallet, he asked lightly, "The two of them have dinner. Yet?"

"Ate."

"Ah."

Seeing Jiang Yunshen carefully hugging the woman into his arms, the manager handed the card back with both hands, and said with a smile, "The person who will pick up Miss Xia should be here soon, we will take care of her, you can take Princess Rong away first."

Jiang Yunshen nodded slightly, then hugged the woman in his arms horizontally, turned and walked out.

For a while, I received a lot of attention gifts.

The car was parked outside the clubhouse, and the driver was waiting.

Hua Rong was very drunk, but it wasn't noisy, it just seemed restless all the time. Whether she was held in his arms or got into the car, she twisted and twisted in a small arc as if uncomfortable, and made a small noise from time to time. humming.

Jiang Yunshen held her face with his fingers, "Uncomfortable?"

"Uh-huh."

"You know you'll be uncomfortable, but you still drink so much wine?" The voice was low and deep, and it didn't seem to mean any accusation, but rather a little helpless pampering.

(End of this chapter)