"Zhang Cheng!"
Han Jingnian’s face changed dramatically, giving out an warning cry for Zhang Te just as he quickly zipped the girl’s skirt back up.
Zhang Te, terrified to his very core, spoke out the next second, "Boss Han, I’m blind, I didn’t see anything."
"You better not have." Han Jingnian glared at Zhang Cheng, who was driving ahead, not looking around, then he lowered his gaze to the girl in his arms who was fuming at him for intervening.
Suppressing the urge to knock her out, he stared at her with a straight face for a while, then through clenched teeth, he said, "Just take off mine."
Zhang Te, who was driving upfront, almost burst out laughing: "..."
After all of Boss Han’s fierce display, was this his ultimate statent?
By the ti the car had reached Han Jingnian’s apartnt’s underground parking lot, Xia Wan’an had already pulled down Han Jingnian’s shirt to his waist.
The car stopped for a second, and Han Jingnian imdiately got out of the car, then, bending down, he pulled the swaying drunken girl out of the car, held her in his arms, and strode towards the elevator.
On the way up, Xia Wan’an kept bothering him in his arms, "Big brother, do you know what the closest distance in the world is?"
"It’s you on top, and I’m on the bottom..."
Han Jingnian’s face tensed up, but there was an evident slide in his Adam’s apple, and he tightened his grip on the girl in his arms.
If it wasn’t for the surveillance in the elevator, he was afraid he would lose control and have his way directly with her there...
"Big brother, why are you ignoring ?" Sneakily, Xia Wan’an’s hand reached for Han Jingnian’s waist, "Or... should I be on top and you on the bottom?"
With the rising tone of Xia Wan’an, a snap sounded, and she unfastened his belt.
Han Jingnian stiffened for a few seconds, seeing the elevator doors open, he imdiately stepped out.
Without even taking off his shoes, he carried Xia Wan’an straight into the bedroom.
He lay her on the bed and then stooped down to seal her lips with his.
He kissed her deeper and deeper until her breathing beca ragged and she began to whimper like a kitten, then he stopped.
He stared at her, intoxicated and with her lips slightly swollen, for a mont, then as if rembering sothing, he quickly reached up to adjust her chin, and looking directly into her eyes, he asked, "Who am I?"
Xia Wan’an chuckled goofily, "You’re my big brother."
Han Jingnian increased the pressure on her chin.
She would call anyone her big brother tonight...
"Take a closer look, who am I?"
Xia Wan’an, who was in pain, frowned a little, and after staring at Han Jingnian for a while with an expression halfway between conscious and unconscious, she muttered, "Are you stupid or sothing, forgetting your own na... um... let tell you, you seem to be my husband..."
What did she an by ’seem to be her husband’?
Han Jingnian’s hand moved to Xia Wan’an’s neck.
"Eh? You’re not likely to be my husband, you are my husband, my husband’s na is Han Jingnian..."
With that Han Jingnian’s hand left Xia Wan’an’s neck, he leaned down and locked her lips with his again.
If she dared to say another man’s na, he wouldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t strangle her on the spot!
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