The first spoiled marriage: the sweetheart of the president - Chapter 759

Junzhimu frowns tightly, he does not pit, Lucy is anxious in the heart, what the hell happened to me.

“Handsome, is this your first time here?” At this time, a woman with heavy make-up and sexy black suspenders came over with a voice.

Lucy is not surprised by this. Your herding is the constitution that attracts bees and butterflies.

Junzhimu himself is very tired of this. Usually he makes a wink, and the people around him will consciously drive these flowers away.

Today is really a ghost, Jun Zhi Mu didn’t let her do it, Lucy raised eyebrows, some expectations and excited to watch this woman die.

“Handsome, why don’t you order so many cocktails?” The pungent perfume smells on the face.

The sexy girl looked at him with her eyes full. She deliberately stretched out her fingers to pick up a glass of bright red wine. She slowly raised her red lips and printed the glass. With obvious seduction, she sucked the wine a little bit until she was half drunk. Her soft body naturally fell on Jun’s leg, and her left hand hooked his neck, “have a drink.” Pass the remaining half of the wine to his lips.

Lucy some see silly eye, the eldest brother unexpectedly didn’t push away this eight old women!

Jun Zhimu looked at the woman coldly and looked at the glass with red lips. He never spoke.

“Come and have a drink.” Such senior player woman voice Jiao duo, exhale like orchid, also deliberately use her thigh to rub the man.

Junzhimu feels that this is the limit he can bear.

“Get up!” His voice was so cold that anyone with a clear head could tell how disgusted he was.

The woman in the bar seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water. She was stunned and didn’t know what to look like.

“Get out of here!”

Jun Zhimu was disgusted with the woman’s body. His words were so cold that he was shocked. The woman was clever and quickly got up.

After playing for a long time in no place like nightclub and bar, you can easily know who can’t be provoked, such as this one in front of you.

The woman didn’t dare to say a word more and left.

He still had the perfume and the breath of the woman, which made him extremely uncomfortable. The discomfort was different from that in the afternoon.

Junzhimu couldn’t say what was wrong. He seemed to understand that he didn’t hate the afternoon.

Jun Zhimu casually picked up a cocktail on the table and drank it. This beautiful cocktail was just like a woman. He didn’t like it at all. After drinking one, he still felt that the taste didn’t suit him. Today, he was just a little more curious.

Is it because of the girl student in the afternoon that he suddenly became curious?

I don’t know why, junzhimu’s mood seems to fall into that kind of restlessness again. Like drinking water, he drank a cup of cocktail, as if eager to know an answer, but he couldn’t find it.

Lucy looks at his gloomy face, which means that junzhimu is in a bad mood. Now she doesn’t dare to speak.

Until, after Jun Zhimu killed more than ten glasses of wine on the table, he seemed a little drunk. When he thought of the things he met this afternoon, he always felt that it was a dream.

“Boss.” Lucy risked his life and called him.

Junzhimu’s brain still stays in the quiet street at dusk. He seems to be drunk but not drunk. He murmurs vaguely, “I seem to have met an angel.”

Angel.

Angel is such a romantic term, how can it come from the mouth of the king’s shepherd.

Lucy is in a state of over shock.

Did you hear me wrong.

Angel? It’s not an angel. It can’t be an angel.

Junzhimu is trying to remember the afternoon scene, sunset and dusk, lush trees and quiet streets in his own mind. She came down from the sky

No angel is so unreasonable.

For the first time, junzhimu forgot how he got back to the hotel because he had drunk too much, probably because his whole brain was repeating the same scene and the same person.

When he woke up the next day, Jun Zhimu smashed the crystal lamp in front of the bed of the hotel with a loud sound. He looked at the pieces scattered on the ground, and still could not calm his mood. His face was gloomy and complex.

The chest seems to be burning a fire, the anger that is difficult to calm.

Jun Zhimu glared at the fragments of the land fiercely, clenched his hands into a fist, and his heart was full of shame, embarrassment and indignation, which made him unable to understand.

Junzhi mu Tieqing’s face was stiff. He turned around and went to the bathroom. He slammed the door again.

Then he turned on the cold water, and the shower in the bathroom came down from his head.

Junzhimu is very angry. Why is he in such a mess at this moment.

Out of control.

He hated this sense of loss of control, because that girl, because he thought about her all last night

But he didn’t even know who she was. How could it be.

How can you think of her all night and have that reverie about her.

The cold water on the shower poured on Jun Zhimu’s hot body, but he couldn’t understand this feeling, this feeling out of control.

Is there something wrong with his body.