Immediately, he thought of the woman's pink and white demonic body...
"So much nonsense?"
"..."
Luo Yuan could only watch helplessly as the boss carried the inexplicable woman into the elevator room.
If there was a camera to record what was happening in the presidential suite and then replay it to Wen Ling, Wen Ling would probably have the intention to jump into the Yalu River.
Bai Haonan put the three-point woman on the bed.
The alcohol was smothered, and he slept soundly, and a wisp of saliva flowed out that made Bai Haonan stomach.
His face was like a panda, his face was covered with a dirty face, and his makeup was smeared from crying. There was a weird mixture of cheap mousse in his hair.
The shoes were also bought at the wholesale market, right? The heels are sharp and high.
Bai Haonan held his chin and looked down at the drunk girl.
He said to himself,"Are you a chicken?"
Almost, this dress, this heavy makeup, this revealing tattered clothes... I remember that she ran out of a nightclub... I can't be wrong, she's a prostitute!
"Hmph!"
Bai Haonan snorted in contempt, left the woman behind, and went to the washing room to take a shower.
He washed very seriously this time and applied the body wash many times.
The door of the washing room was opened, and Bai Haonan, who was only wrapped in a white towel around his waist, walked out with long legs, wiping his dripping wet hair.
The man's handsome little face looked even more handsome, exuding a strong man's charm.
Walking to the bed, Bai Haonan was stunned.
After Wen Ling fell asleep, she rolled out of the bed and onto the thick carpet. She slept soundly with her legs crossed and her side profile protected with one hand.
Those tight and narrow nei pants made a ditch in her rolled hair.
Her pink and white bulging chest had long been squeezed by her posture until she wanted to show it.