Uncle, don't do this.

Chapter 3 Be obedient.

With a muscular figure of 189 centimeters, he is holding a little woman in his arms. When he walks, he still has a long stride, full of vitality and tension.

She was so light that she couldn't be held in a hug. Bai Haonan couldn't help but look down at the face covered by hair that was made as messy as a chicken nest with mousse.

Where the tears slid down, her original skin was revealed - crystal clear and flawless.

Bai Haonan, the cold-blooded king of mysophobia, rarely vomited when facing such a drunk woman.

The place where the lights were bright was the Osmea Hotel, which had a terrifyingly expensive room rate.

Luo Yuan was waiting in front of the car and saw the boss approaching gradually. He turned off the mobile game, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and then walked towards him, "Boss...ah! Who is this? What's going on? Boss, boss, Who is this woman? Why are you holding her?"

The aloof Bai Haonan ignored the noisy Luo Yuan and walked straight to the hotel.

Luo Yuan opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide before he realized what he was doing. He ran over and blocked Bai Haonan's way, "Boss! You can't bring her in! Boss, Discus said that you can't have contact with anyone of unknown origin. Not to be in such close contact!”

Bai Haonan glanced at Luo Yuan coldly, "Are you the boss, or am I the boss?"

Luo Yuan frowned, "Boss, aren't you making it difficult for our younger brother?"

Succinctly and coldly uttered two words, "Get out of the way!"

brush!

Luo Yuan obediently moved out of the way and caught up again, "Boss, don't tire you. I'll hold her."

Darling, this damn woman is sleeping soundly in the arms of our boss, snoring like a whistle.

The boss of Mitsui Club, this is a world-famous underground organization. If the boss sneezes, it is estimated that there will be a magnitude 7 earthquake in Asia.

Let Luo Yuan hold this woman?

Immediately I thought of the woman’s pink and white enchanting body…

"So much nonsense?"

"..."

Luo Yuan could only watch as the boss carried the inexplicable woman into the elevator.

If there was a camera that recorded everything that was happening in the presidential suite and then replayed it to Wen Ling, Wen Ling would probably want to jump into the Yalu River.

Bai Haonan placed the three-point woman on the bed.

He smelled of alcohol, slept heavily, and even had a lock of saliva that made Bai Haonan feel sick to his stomach.

His face looked like a panda, with a painted face, and his heavy makeup was all worn out from crying. My hair smelled of a weird mixture of cheap mousse.

The shoes were probably bought from the wholesale market. The heels are pointed and high.

Bai Haonan held his chin and looked down at the drunk girl.

Said to himself, "Could it be that you are a chicken?"

That's almost it. This look, this heavy makeup, this revealing tattered clothes... I remember she ran out of the nightclub again... There's no mistake, she's a prostitute!

"snort!"

Bai Haonan snorted with great disdain, left the woman behind, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He washed very seriously this time and applied the shower gel many times.

The door to the washroom was opened, and Bai Haonan, wearing only a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, walked out with his long and strong legs, wiping his wet hair that was dripping slightly.

The man's handsome little face looked even more handsome, with a strong masculine charm.

Walking to the bed, Bai Haonan was stunned.

After Wen Ling fell asleep, she rolled down from the bed onto the thick carpet, and slept soundly in a strange posture with her legs crossed and one hand protecting her face.

Those tight and narrow underwear made her curl up and make a slit.

Her pink and bulging breasts had long been squeezed by her posture and they were ready to come out.