Uncle, don't do this.

Chapter 2 Let go. Don't hold me.

"Ah..." Wen Ling's butt was sore from the fall. She screamed weirdly and laughed weirdly. She staggered up, chased the tall shadow in front of her, jumped over in a few steps, and fell into Bai Haonan's body. The pain on her hard back made her grin and mutter, "f**k, I hit a wall..."

Bai Haonan turned around with a gasp, clamped the woman's chin, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly and lowly, "Go away, don't follow me!"

If she bothered him again, there was no guarantee that he would break her arms or remove her legs.

Wen Ling giggled, but smiled, curled her mouth, and big tears fell from her eyes with dark circles, "Uuuuuuu, why do everyone have mothers, but I don't? Why? Me Is he such an unpleasant child?"

Bai Haonan was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the dark night around him with a crooked face and sarcastically said, "You are no longer a child..."

Wen Ling did not receive any message, and muttered to herself, "Woo, I just saw the puppy on the east wall. The mother dog was looking for food with it...Woo, even the puppy We all have mothers, why don’t I? "Whoops!" He cried and wiped a handful of snot on Bai Haonan's expensive Gucci windbreaker.

"Hey! Damn woman!" Bai Haonan grinned in anger and really wanted to throw Wen Ling out, but this short little woman had hurt her butt just now and had experience, so she held his arms tightly.

What a bad luck!

It was rare that I walked down the street, but instead of finding peace of mind, I was made anxious by a crazy woman.

He wanted to knock this woman unconscious with one fist and then leave, but her miserable words of "Mom" made him feel a little soft.

Leng Sweat, how could I be so soft-hearted?

The cold-blooded king, Bai Haonan.

His limited edition Gucci trench coat was destroyed by this crazy woman. She probably sold her and couldn't afford even one sleeve of his trench coat.

"Don't hold me, let go, I can't hold it in anymore, I'm going to hit someone..."

Bai Haonan's patience was about to run out.

Wen Ling was hanging on Bai Haonan's arm and crying. The two people pulled and pulled, and only heard a "stab!" Wen Ling's already weak bare back suspender was broken when she was wearing a dress!

…

Bai Haonan frowned.

Damn it!

Her strapless bra was exposed, as if she had no shirt on, and she was even cooler than men with bare backs in the summer.

What's even worse is that this drunk woman has no idea of ​​her current embarrassing situation and is still sobbing with her eyes closed and her mouth grinning.

"I want to find my mother... Wuwu... Mom..."

"Hey, your clothes...your skirt...do you think you are the protagonist of a cartoon? How old are you, and you still want to find your mother..."

"Mother……"

"Hey! You, get up, don't run off to the ground...you..."

Bai Haonan was even more dumbfounded.

This deeply drunk woman finally let go of his arm, but she spun around in circles like a top. (During the spinning, her cheap performance costume, which had already broken its suspenders, was "swipe!" in one second. It slipped down to her ankles) Then, she lay down on the street in a bold and unceremonious manner, unconscious.

To be precise, Bai Haonan heard her loud snoring.

"Ah, this lunatic! Why is this like this!" She is an exhibitionist, wearing a three-point pose, lying on the street and sleeping soundly?

Why are those pink and white bras and the narrow red cartoon panties so dazzling under the dim street lights?

I have never seen such a shameless woman!

Bai Haonan looked at the slim figure of a girl dressed in white, pinched her waist, exhaled, and thought for a full minute before taking off her windbreaker, bending down, and picking up the woman who was sleeping soundly with her mouth open. , wrapped her overly voluptuous body in a windbreaker, and walked towards the five-star hotel Osmi not far ahead.