Chapter 202 Will you cry if I don’t molest you?

"What are you thinking about?" He Tingzhou asked.

Shuang Xu didn't know what he was thinking. His mind seemed empty, but also filled with a lot of confusing thoughts.

He Tingzhou hugged her, brushed away the loose hair hanging from her ears, touched her cheeks, kissed her eyelids gently, and couldn't let go.

She felt annoyed by him and frowned, burying her face deep in her neck.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the hot lips brushed against the skin on the side of his neck.

The alcohol turned into a soft hook, hooking through He Tingzhou's nerve endings. He pinched her waist as if punishing her: "Don't hook me."

She felt pain from his pinching, and she uttered a coquettish moan from her throat, struggling to move her buttocks.

He Tingzhou leaned back on the chair with his head raised, his eyes lowered and his expression dim and indifferent: "Did you do it on purpose?"

She didn't know whether she was really drunk or pretending to be drunk. She looked at him blankly with her watery eyes: "Hmm?"

She was even more deceptive when she was drunk. He Tingzhou glanced at her for a while and asked her, "Do you want a kiss?"

She shook her head: "No."

He Tingzhou threatened: "Say yes. Otherwise I'll throw you out of the car."

She changed her tone and said, "Yes."

"Then kiss it yourself."

He Tingzhou leaned back in his chair calmly. She hesitated for just a second before she took the initiative to offer her lips.

He Tingzhou responded to her slowly. Originally, he just wanted to take advantage of the drunkard. But after kissing him for a while, she seemed unsatisfied. She put her hands on his shoulders, stood up, adjusted her posture, spread her knees, and knelt on both sides of his body.

He raised his eyes to look at her, she licked her wet lips, cupped his cheek with her palms and kissed him again, her tongue deftly hooked across his lips, then broke into his mouth, actively touching his tongue.

He Tingzhou never expected that she would be so passionate after drinking too much today.

As they kissed, her hand found his tie, loosened it and pulled it off, then she dishonestly began to unbutton his shirt.

He Tingzhou did not stop her and let her explain: "What are you doing, you drunk lady?"

There was a layer of misty water in Shuang Xu's eyes: "I want you..."

The sharp bulge of He Tingzhou's Adam's apple slid slowly, like a big bad wolf coaxing a little white rabbit: "What do you want from me?"

She was eager to confirm something, to prove something.

But what exactly was she trying to prove? She herself didn't know.

Unable to put it into words, she simply did it and pushed her hand down.

He Tingzhou's eyes suddenly darkened and he pulled her wrist away: "Who put drugs in your wine again? You molested me when I was drunk. Where did you learn this bad habit?"

One of her hands was grabbed, and she stretched out her other hand, which was also grabbed and held by He Tingzhou.

The tears in her eyes deepened as she looked at him wetly. He Tingzhou licked his teeth, his heart itching as if being tickled by a little cat's paw: "You're going to cry if I don't let you molest me?"

She didn't know whether she was really feeling aggrieved because he wouldn't let her touch her, or whether she had learned that tears were her secret weapon to deal with him. The tears kept accumulating, gradually overflowing from her eye sockets, and hanging on her eyelashes, dangling as if about to fall.

Then she blinked, and the round drops of water fell and hit He Tingzhou's palm, leaving a burning sensation.

He still had a bullshit principle. He admitted defeat completely. He pressed her face into his arms and knocked on the partition glass twice with his fingers.

Old Xu understood and parked the car on the deserted road late at night. He got out of the car without stopping and left.

Only after the person left did He Tingzhou release the hand that was restraining her.

In the closed compartment, the two kissed each other again, and their passion quickly grew.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that burned him, the blood in Shuangxu's body was flowing rapidly and the breath he exhaled was hot.

He Tingzhou held her waist and stroked her smooth legs with his other hand.

Her chest was heaving rapidly. She tilted her slender neck upward and He Tingzhou kissed her. His teeth rolled over the fragile skin of her throat. She sobbed and clutched his shirt tightly.

Her body and mind were occupied by him, and the uncertainty and confusion were dispelled by a certain sense of existence. She stepped back into solid ground and knew where she stood.

She hugged He Tingzhou's neck and called his name from a very close distance: "He Tingzhou."

His voice was a little hoarse: "Hmm?"

She called again: "He Tingzhou."

He kissed her ear: "I'm here, baby."

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He Tingzhou drove the car back to Taiheyuan himself.

Shuang Xu fell asleep in the back seat, covered with his suit. He Tingzhou carried her out of the car, but she didn't wake up.

Wansui unlocked the door at home, opened it ajar to let him pass, closed the door after he passed, and then followed him upstairs happily.

Maybe because of being drunk, Shuang Xu slept very deeply that time and didn't dream at all.

When she woke up the next morning, her memory remained on the conversation she had with Lu Manman last night when she was awake. She didn't remember Shen Yu coming, nor did she remember what she did after drinking too much.

Feeling lazy, she turned over, lay on the quilt for a while, and then slowly got up.

Pulling open the curtains, He Tingzhou was walking his dog on the lawn, letting off some energy from his large dog.

His way of walking the dog was very simple. He would sit lazily on a recliner, and Wansui would run back and forth between him and a pole a hundred meters away.

Shuang Xu watched on the balcony for a while. Wansui saw her first, stopped halfway and swung his tail in place.

He Tingzhou turned around and looked towards the second floor following its line of sight.

It was a bright, fresh morning, and the sun was shining brightly.

Shuang Xu went back to her room to brush her teeth when she heard the sound of a dog's hooves running in from behind. She turned around and saw Wansui holding a rose in his mouth.

The thorns on the flower stalks have been removed. There are no roses planted in He Tingzhou's yard, so I don't know where he stole them from.

She took the flower and smelled it. It didn't have much fragrance, but it made people feel comfortable.

"Thank you very much."

Wansui wagged his tail, stayed at her feet, and waited for her to finish washing up before following her downstairs.

When Shuang Xu saw the group message while having breakfast, he learned that Zheng Hongyi had been taken away.

Many people applauded, and Yue Zifeng posted in the group: [Celebrating the New Year in advance, wishing everyone a happy new year! ]

Zuo Zhong is a more cautious person: [Don't be too happy too soon, the old man still has some power, be careful he might kill you in a rage]

Yue Zifeng: [Impossible, why would he want to kill me? Even if the sky falls, there is a 1.88-meter-tall person holding it up.]

Shuang Xu looked up at the opposite side and saw a 1.88-meter-tall man drinking tea leisurely.

"Can Zheng Hongyi be convicted this time?"

Her worry was the same as He Qiwei's. They had to deal with the Zheng family quickly and decisively. If they failed this time, it would be even more difficult in the future.

He Tingzhou said slowly, "He has such a big appetite. He deserves a life sentence."

After breakfast, Shuang Xu and He Tingzhou went out to work together. When they walked out of the door, they saw the figure standing outside the door.

Shen Yu was still wearing yesterday's clothes. He had been waiting here all night.