Jing Huaizhi pulled away and looked at her with cunning eyes.
Zhuli was so stared at by him that he felt unkind every time he looked at her like this.
"Perhaps, we can discuss it..." Seeing the man in front of her sit back again, she hurriedly added.
“It’s okay to pay a little balance in advance.”
Jing Huaizhi ignored her and turned to walk into the bathroom.
In an instant, the room returned to calm. Zhuli caught up with him and lay by the door with his ears raised to listen carefully to what was going on in the bathroom.
"It seems that he is not going to lend me money. I have to find a way."
She stood up straight and returned to her previous position, pacing back and forth.
Xia Yuzhen will never give up until she gets the money. Only Jing Huaizhi can help me now.
But how can I help him?
Thinking of this Zhuli, her ears softened, and her fingers subconsciously fiddled with the corners of her clothes.
Looking up, she suddenly saw the wine bottle in the window.
Zhuli raised his knuckles and knocked on the door a few times: "Boss, I promise to help you, can we talk?"
Seeing that there was no movement in the bathroom, she knocked a few more times. She didn't stop knocking until she got an answer from the person inside.
Zhuli stood on tiptoes, slowly pushed open the glass door of the display window, carefully hugged the wine bottle and walked to the sofa to sit down.
After doing all this, she glanced towards the bathroom. While she could still hear the sound of running water in the bathroom, Zhuli took off the lid of the wine and drank it in one gulp.
When Jing Huaizhi came out of the bathroom, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
"Hey, you didn't promise to help me, why are you sleeping here?" He said helplessly while standing at the bathroom door.
It seems that we still can't expect the little girl to keep her word and always think what she thinks.
"Zhuli." She saw half of Zhuli's cheek pressed against the coffee table, her hair draped over her shoulders covering her face.
Jing Huaizhi was amused by her appearance and took a few steps closer to gently lift her hair.
Zhuli's fair cheeks were stained with a nice blush, and her pure face actually gave birth to a bit of sexiness.
"Huh?" After hearing his name being called, Zhuli slowly opened his eyes and stared at the person opposite for a few times.
When she looked up, Jing Huaizhi noticed the wine bottle in her arms.
He sighed helplessly and frowned.
"Who made you drink?"
Zhuli felt like her stomach was churning, and her heart felt like a fire was burning, burning hot.
"I didn't drink, I drank water!" She leaned on the table with her elbows and staggered to stand upright.
Jing Huaizhi glanced at her indifferently, then reached out to grab the wine bottle Zhuli was holding in his palm.
"You drank all the 75-proof liquor. You are so awesome!" He gritted his teeth in hatred and anger.
Jing Huaizhi knew very well what incredible things this girl would do when she was drunk, and he would probably have to do it for half the night again tonight.
Zhuli tilted her head and looked at him softly, with tears in her eyes.
"Handsome boy, we meet again!" She walked quickly to Jing Huaizhi and put her head on his chest.
Come again.
Jing Huaizhi's face turned pale and he pushed her forehead away with his index finger.
"I'll take you back to your room to sleep." He said in a hoarse voice.
"No, I want to sleep here!" Zhuli put her arms around his waist and continued to throw herself into his arms like a little cat.
Jing Huaizhi let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and carried her to his bed.
After her back touched the mattress, Zhuli woke up a little.
"Boss?" She lowered her eyes and stared at him with unfinished thoughts.
Just when Jing Huaizhi was about to answer, Zhuli waved his hand: "You are not. Our boss is a gangster but obviously you are not."
A bitter smile appeared on Jing Huaizhi's lips, but he could not hide the disappointment deep in his heart.
Is this the image I have in your mind?
"Handsome guy, what's your name? Can you leave me your contact information?" She stood in the middle of the bed with a harmless expression on her face.
Jing Huaizhi smiled angrily, crossing his arms in anticipation of what she would do next.
"Why don't you speak? You're so rude." Zhuli sat down bored.
"What do you want to borrow money for?" He pursed his lower lip slightly, his posture casual.
Even though she was drunk and unconscious, she smiled all over her face when she heard the words related to money.
"Borrow money... and order male models." Zhuli opened his arms and his eyes curved like crescent moons.
Jing Huaizhi clenched his fists, walked towards the door, and locked the door hard. A dull sound echoed in the empty bedroom.
"Oh? What kind of male model would we, Mrs. Jing, borrow money to meet?" His breathing became rapid and his muscles swelled.
Zhuli hadn't realized the danger was coming yet, and an endearing smile appeared on her lips.
"Of course he's more handsome than you, and he doesn't have a bad face!" She answered without hesitation, even with a little joy.
After speaking, Zhuli waved his hand, a hint of impatience gradually showing on his face.
"You can go, I won't complain about your poor service skills."
Under the influence of alcohol, she started to feel hot, and she didn't care that there were other people in the room who started to pull off her clothes.
Jing Huaizhi bit his lip and glanced at her playfully, the anger in his chest began to surge upward uncontrollably.
It seems that I often go to places like that, and I dare to say such things in front of him.
"I'll let you see how good my skills are tonight." He raised his lips and said lazily.
Jing Huaizhi sat down and leaned closer, his warm lips caressing the corners of her mouth without making any next move.
Zhuli clasped her neck with both hands and bit his thin lips, seeming very anxious.
"Why are you so anxious?" Jing Huaizhi smiled evilly and pressed his ear against hers, causing heat to flow into her cochlea.
Zhuli couldn't help but rubbed his shoulder.
"Are you the right one for Jing Huai?" After a while, she asked weakly.
Jing Huaizhi's eyebrows twitched, he lowered his eyes and laughed dumbly: "I didn't admit my mistake."
Then, without giving her any time to think, a domineering and hot kiss came from the back of her head.
Zhuli was breathless from his kiss, and she twisted her body uncomfortably but was still pressed back by him.
Under the dim floor light, the warm fingertips continued to penetrate deeply, and the rapid breath gradually deepened and intertwined in the quiet room.
Noon the next day.
Zhuli felt dizzy, and bad thoughts came to her mind as she looked at the unfamiliar room.
She only remembered that she seemed drunk last night, and then, she didn't remember.
"Ahhh! Zhuli!" She clenched the quilt tightly and tried to recall some memories, but the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.
He opened the quilt and put on his slippers and went downstairs.
"Madam, the gentleman asked me to tell you that he has asked for leave for you today."
Butler Li in the living room saw Zhuli in a hurry and told her in a soft voice.
Zhuli bit her lip lightly: "I know, thank you, Butler Li."
Then he turned back to his bedroom and picked up his phone to check the messages, but strangely there was no message at all.
Even the work group is calm.
She stared in the bathroom mirror at the scratches on her neck, and probably understood what exactly happened last night.
Boss, did I help?
Zhuli picked up her phone, typed out this text on the screen, and clicked send.
