On Yongfu Street, Wang Qibu, who was carrying Baixue and pulling Baixue's suitcase to find a house, felt that he had been slapped. First of all, the most common thing was that the man who said he wanted to treat him was drunk when he paid the bill. Then he had already carried Baixue on this not-so-long street for half an hour to go home.

"Wake up, I'll give you another last chance. If you still can't find it, I'll send it to the hotel. Well, okay, this time you'll tell me the address, and I'll ask passers-by." It's not how tired or cold Wang Qibu is, he must not let Bai Xue fall asleep outdoors on winter nights. He will definitely get sick.

"Well, let me think about it. Yongfu, Yongfu, by the way, it is Block A, Youth Home, No. 19 Yongfu Street." Bai Xue, who was already drunk, said. She didn't think it was cold. On the contrary, now she just simply felt that this person's back was very warm and it was very comfortable to lie on it. She really wanted to lie down like this.

"Huh!" Naturally, Wang Qibu, who was thinking in Bai Xue, lifted her upwards, and then began a new journey.

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I opened the door of the apartment with the keys from Bai Xue’s bag, touched the switch beside the door, and the light was on. The first thing I wanted was a simple screen. I put Bai Xue’s luggage on the door, turned around and closed the door.

"Wake up, Miss Bai, you're home." Wang Qibu shook Bai Xue on his back, but he didn't get any reaction. After waiting for a while, he had to helplessly bypass the screen and search for the bedroom that must have existed.

The apartment is not large in size. It is only about fifty square meters in visually. There is also a small wine cabinet in the living room, balcony, and Wang Qibu thinks that more of the function should be just decoration. Otherwise, how could the person on his back be so weak?

Walking through the living room, Wang Qibu pushed the door and walked into Bai Xue's small bedroom. It was also not big, and the pink main tone was faintly warm, which made Wang Qibu's mouth curl a little curve. After all, Bai Jing should have passed the stage of a little girl. Or maybe she had never moved after the decoration of this apartment many years ago.

Wang Qibu must admit that his delicate figure against the tight sweater still made him feel rippled in his heart. He really wanted to touch it in a naughty way. Of course, this is what Wang Qibu would never admit. Humph, he is not a hooligan, whoever loves this thing is!

"What are you going to do?" Bai Xue suddenly opened her eyes and questioned Wang Qibu in horror.

"I, I didn't want to do anything!" Wang Qibu was almost crying. Could it be that he couldn't even think about it? This was too fascist. Then he explained, "I just wanted to carry you into the bed."

"You, hooligan!" Bai Xue cursed. This time he wasn't laughing. Wang Qibu could feel that Bai Xue was really anxious about him. So he felt even more wronged.

"Don't get it wrong. You still remember that you drank too much and fell asleep on my back. I just wanted to carry you to the bed and cover you with a quilt. It's really not like you thought." Wang Qibu had to explain in aggrieved manner. After all, this didn't look like another misunderstanding, so he could just laugh it off. Anyway, he couldn't laugh it out now.

"I'm afraid of you. I'm all money. As long as you like, I can afford to give birth to me as many as I can." He has joined hands with the Song family to take over almost half of the financial system in Southeast Asia. Of course, he has the confidence. By the way, considering the national policy, Wang Qibu should have added a sentence, "I can afford to give birth to me as much as I can?"

"Then, then..." Bai Xue was almost exhausted. And after struggling, she seemed to have sobered up a lot of alcohol.

"What?" Wang Qibu, who had already touched Bai Xue's last layer of defense in the dark, asked.

"Then, then remember to be gentle." Although he knew that Wang Qibu couldn't see her, Bai Xue still turned her head away after saying this. She thought dejectedly; Oh, let him do it.

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Lying on the bed, sweat had already condensed her hair into strands of hair, Wang Qibu looked at the 45° direction on his right hand, where there was a silhouette; the orange desk lamp light made the woman who was naked and was breathing smoke more and more unreal, freezing.
Chapter completed!