Glasses of wine were offered to Xiao Xiaoming, but he didn't look well, and these socialites and heiresses seemed not to notice.

As the saying goes, a fallen phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken. The more powerful the Xiao family used to be, the more destitute they are now, with only Xiao Xiaoming's branch remaining.

However, he was a promising young man who founded his own company and made a name for himself.

Therefore, Xiao Xiaoming dared not easily show disrespect to these people.

He could only reluctantly drink the wine pushed in front of him.

Zhao Xiaoyue was really worried. Good heavens, he's not doing as well as Situ Ming back then.

Her face darkened, and she rushed into the encirclement. She was known as the Goddess of Wine, who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Apart from Starry Sky Wine, she had never been embarrassed by any other kind of wine.

A woman dressed in glamorous attire said flippantly, "Oh, where did this wild garlic sprout come from?"

The group of noble ladies surrounding them were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

The guests on stage were just watching for fun.

Before Zhao Xiaoyue could speak, another person chimed in, "What? You're going to drink for Brother Xiao? Then come on! Hahaha."

All around me were sarcastic and mocking voices.

"This is really something," Zhao Xiaoyue thought. "It's even louder than when Granny Liu visited the Grand View Garden and amused the young ladies with flowers in her hair!"

She put her hands on her hips and threatened, "A bunch of ignorant fools, let me show you what I'm capable of! Bring it on!"

Ultimately, it was nothing more than a harmless squabble between a group of young girls.

Situ Ming was both annoyed and amused when he saw the person blocking Xiao Xiaoming's way and making threats.

What an arrogant brat! Honestly, he's so young and already knows how to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

Pooh!

What a hero saving a damsel in distress!

What kind of beauty is someone surnamed Xiao?

Xiao Xiaoming couldn't stop her; Zhao Xiaoyue had already started.

One cup on the left, one cup on the right!

"You all watch closely, today I'll show you what it truly means to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"

Oh my god!

Why am I feeling dizzy?

After three cups, he collapsed forward.

Seeing that things were not going well, the group of socialites and heiresses quickly dodged away. Xiao Xiaoming hurriedly reached out to pull them up, but President Zhao, in a dizzying moment, fell into a broad embrace.

Before he passed out, Mr. Zhao thought, "It feels so good, it smells so nice, and this scent is strangely familiar."

He closed his eyes, his head tilted in Situ Ming's arms, and he fainted.

Xiao Xiaoming squinted and looked her over. "Sir, thank you for catching my friend. I'll carry her to her room to rest."

Then, as he was about to reach out, Situ Ming picked up Zhao Xiaoyue with one hand and turned to the side, avoiding Xiao Xiaoming's touch.

His expression was cold and stern, his eyes piercing, and he said with overwhelming force, "Since when did it become your place to carry my people to your room?"

After saying that, he didn't even give her a glance and turned to leave.

Zhao Xiaoyue woke up at noon the next day.

In a daze, she opened her eyes, and the darkness made her senses suddenly sharp.

Sensing the unfamiliar atmosphere around her, where was she?

What happened?

Beneath my hands were silk sheets that were as soft as could be.

She tried to move her body, and it felt like being enveloped in clouds—so comfortable!

I sneaked my hand under the covers; the clothes were still there, the underwear was intact, and the bra was complete.

Forehead……

She tried hard to recall what had happened, then slapped her forehead and realized she'd forgotten—she was a young girl now, she didn't have the vast capacity of her past life!

Is this Xiao Xiaoming's house?

I pulled up the covers and peeked in the air. Wow, it smells so good!

She felt so weird!

I have to say, this guy can be pretty carefree sometimes.

Ms. Zhao, wearing a skirt, rolled around in bed a couple of times, just about to get up, when the door opened.

"Finally awake?"

A deep, magnetic voice echoed throughout the bedroom. Situ Ming pressed the switch to turn on the light, and the warm yellow crystal lamp illuminated the entire room.

Zhao Xiaoyue's hair was a mess, and one of her bra straps had come off, leaving her completely dumbfounded.

hehe!

Was she dreaming again?

Did you dream about handsome young men?

I have to say, this dream felt so real. Look at those broad shoulders and narrow waist, the young man in his loungewear was so handsome that he stole her heart.

Since it's just a dream anyway, how about we make a bet?

Let's do it!

No matter how she tried to connect the dots, she couldn't make it seem like Situ Ming had carried her back. So, the person standing in front of her now could only be attributed to her dreaming again.

Zhao Xiaoyue threw off the covers and pounced on Situ Ming like a hungry tiger.

Her hands clung tightly to his neck, and her legs were wrapped tightly around Situ Ming's lean waist.

I rested my chin on someone's shoulder and rubbed my face against it. It felt so good!

What a wonderful dream!

She loved it!

Now it was Situ Ming's turn to be dumbfounded. Happiness came too suddenly, and he wondered if he was dreaming.

I secretly pinched the little girl's bottom; it was chubby. This wasn't a dream.

"Hehe, little brother, don't pinch my butt! You smell so good!"

Situ Ming was certain: the foxtail grass was dreaming, and it was dreaming about him.

The moment the little girl lunged at him, he instinctively caught her and held her firmly in his arms.

It was so soft and cuddly when I picked it up; it felt wonderful.

He lifted her up like a baby and sat her on the sofa; the way he did it... was incredibly intimate.

She gave a light slap to the chubby bottom. "You know you can't hold your liquor, yet you still try to drink for others. You've got guts, Zhao Xiaoyue!"

The teasing voices were like a bucket of ice water, splashed over Zhao Xiaoyue's head.

He jumped three feet high and landed directly on the bed.

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