Chapter 553 The Three Drunk People
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Mo Bi Mei Le Mo
The dance floor is big and there are many people.
The lights flashed, and the sexy beauty DJ played exciting and rhythmic music, stirring up a wave of response on the dance floor.
Men and women danced passionately, having fun, twisting their bodies wildly.
Some people know them and some they don't, but no matter what, when they are drunk, strange bodies can escape from the world, and some are confused...and desires growing in their hearts.
Jiang Lang's eyes were opened a bit. Foreign nightclubs are much wilder than domestic ones.
One word to describe it is "saucy~"
It's very slutty, full of passion and a sense of freedom.
"Hold me tight~" Anne O'Hara turned her back to Jiang Lang, her soft body rubbing Jiang Lang's chest and abdomen, and her voice was a little more magnetic.
Jiang Lang didn't hesitate, and his hands obediently touched the other person's waist, swaying from side to side according to the other person's rhythm.
shit~
This feeling is too high!
Jiang Lang screamed in his heart, he felt like he was about to explode, but this girl kept rubbing against him.
He couldn't help but slap her. Anne O'Hara let out a soft moan and turned her head to look at Jiang Lang.
"What are you doing?"
"It's nothing. You are so beautiful that I can't help it." Jiang Lang smiled sarcastically.
His words were not intended to compliment the other party.
Anne O'Hara is really good-looking, with big golden waves and extremely attractive blue eyes. To put it simply, she is bulging forward and backward, 36d, and has long legs.
Which man is not moved?
From the moment the two came on stage, Jiang Lang could clearly feel the envious and jealous eyes of everyone around him.
"Hmph~" Anne O'Hara rolled her eyes, but she was not angry.
"Let's go and stop dancing. It's boring!" She took Jiang Lang's hand, turned around and walked off the stage.
Jiang Lang let the other party hold him, and the feeling in his palm was so soft that he couldn't help but squeeze it.
Although the other party is a racing fanatic who touches the steering wheel every day, his hands are not rough and are well maintained. They are soft, waxy and very smooth.
Returning to the booth, Jiang Lang asked: "Why don't you dance?"
Anne O'Hara lit a cigarette, crossed her legs, and looked very elegant: "I'm afraid that someone is not strong enough. What should I do if the thing explodes?"
As she said this, she blinked at Jiang Lang, then moved her eyes slightly downward, smiling playfully.
Jiang Lang followed the other person's gaze, lowered his head slightly, and then his face turned slightly red.
There's nothing I can do, young people are very angry, isn't this normal?
If this girl hadn't been provoking him on the dance floor, would he have reacted so strongly?
Jiang Lang picked up the champagne on the table and took a sip to cover up his embarrassment.
Seeing this, Anne O'Hara seemed to have discovered something interesting. Instead, she came up and put her hand on Jiang Lang's shoulder, while her other slender and fair hand gently rubbed his thigh.
Jiang Lang was startled and quickly covered the other person's hand: "I'm going~ What are you doing?"
He glared at the other person and thought, did this chick do it on purpose?
Anne O'Hara licked her lips and moved closer to Jiang Lang, as if she was pressed against Jiang Lang.
He breathed out orchid, and the exhaled breath blew Jiang Lang's earlobes, making people's hearts beat faster.
"Do you want me to help you?"
Like a demagogic succubus, whispering in the ear.
"What do you want?" Jiang Lang's Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he felt that the blood in his body was boiling.
"Follow me~" Anne O'Hara didn't explain, holding Jiang Lang's hand and walking towards the restroom of the nightclub.
Jiang Lang was shocked, excited and panicked.
I wipe~
As expected of a foreigner!Are you having so much fun?
After half an hour.
Jiang Lang crossed his arms and looked refreshed.
He was half-leaning next to the toilet, paying no attention to the strange looks from the people coming and going around him.
Like a knight protecting the princess, he looked at Anne O'Hara beside the sink.
The other party's face was a little flushed, and his clothes were a little messy. From time to time, he drank a few sips of water from the faucet, his Adam's apple rolled, and then spit it out, as if he was about to spit out something dirty.
After washing up, Anne O'Hara walked next to Jiang Lang.
While rubbing her slightly sore cheek, she couldn't help but waved and hit the other person's arm.
"Don't you know how to be gentle, I feel like my jaw is about to be dislocated." She complained slightly.
Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows but did not reply.
She's not my girlfriend, so I don't feel bad...
There are people who are good at ventriloquism in Beijing, and since then the king has not come to court early.
This foreign country is similar! ! !
It was this little girl whose skills were a bit poor, which made him hurt.
Could it be that she is still a young girl?
Thinking of this, he smiled: "Would you like to drink?"
"Drink~ Why don't you drink? You won't come back until you're drunk!" She glared at Jiang Lang, turned around and walked towards the booth.
Jiang Lang shrugged and could only follow.
During this meal, I was so drunk that I was drunk.
Jiang Lang didn't even know when he went back.
......
The next day - early morning.
The cell phone ringtone of "ding ling ring~ ding ring ling~" kept ringing.
Jiang Lang waved drowsily and looked for his phone on the bed.
"Hey~ who is it?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, with no one replying.
Jiang Lang didn't notice any difference.
He was still dizzy now, so he said impatiently: "Who are you? If you don't speak, I will die."
After hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone finally spoke.
"Wait~ Don't hang up yet!
Who are you and why did you take my daughter’s cell phone?
Where is my daughter? Ask her to answer the phone."
Hearing this, Jiang Lang suddenly started to wake up, and his head, which was still dizzy, suddenly sobered up a lot.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at the mobile phone in his hand. He was stunned.
shit~
Not his phone.
As if thinking of something, he turned his head stiffly.
I saw Anne O'Hara sleeping soundly in his arms, with big golden waves spreading out like clouds, like a sleeping angel, gentle and beautiful.
What happened yesterday?
Jiang Lang was a little confused, but he knew that now was not the time to be in a daze.
There was also a woman's voice chattering on the phone.
Jiang Lang took a deep breath, picked up the phone and explained: "Auntie~ I'm sorry, I'm Annie's boyfriend.
She's still going to the bathroom. I'll ask her to call you back later, okay? "
The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised and was stunned for a moment before continuing.
"Ah~ Okay! Then...then what, I'll hang up first."
Looking at the phone with a black screen, Jiang Lang scratched his head, a little surprised.
Why did Anne O'Hara's mother act so shy than him?
Shaking his head, Jiang Lang put down his phone and looked at Anne O'Hara, who was sleeping soundly, with a complicated expression on his face.
What happened yesterday? Who can tell him?
He shook his head, took the other person's arm with his hand, and shook it gently.
"Annie, Anne... wake up..."
The lights flashed, and the sexy beauty DJ played exciting and rhythmic music, stirring up a wave of response on the dance floor.
Men and women danced passionately, having fun, twisting their bodies wildly.
Some people know them and some they don't, but no matter what, when they are drunk, strange bodies can escape from the world, and some are confused...and desires growing in their hearts.
Jiang Lang's eyes were opened a bit. Foreign nightclubs are much wilder than domestic ones.
One word to describe it is "saucy~"
It's very slutty, full of passion and a sense of freedom.
"Hold me tight~" Anne O'Hara turned her back to Jiang Lang, her soft body rubbing Jiang Lang's chest and abdomen, and her voice was a little more magnetic.
Jiang Lang didn't hesitate, and his hands obediently touched the other person's waist, swaying from side to side according to the other person's rhythm.
shit~
This feeling is too high!
Jiang Lang screamed in his heart, he felt like he was about to explode, but this girl kept rubbing against him.
He couldn't help but slap her. Anne O'Hara let out a soft moan and turned her head to look at Jiang Lang.
"What are you doing?"
"It's nothing. You are so beautiful that I can't help it." Jiang Lang smiled sarcastically.
His words were not intended to compliment the other party.
Anne O'Hara is really good-looking, with big golden waves and extremely attractive blue eyes. To put it simply, she is bulging forward and backward, 36d, and has long legs.
Which man is not moved?
From the moment the two came on stage, Jiang Lang could clearly feel the envious and jealous eyes of everyone around him.
"Hmph~" Anne O'Hara rolled her eyes, but she was not angry.
"Let's go and stop dancing. It's boring!" She took Jiang Lang's hand, turned around and walked off the stage.
Jiang Lang let the other party hold him, and the feeling in his palm was so soft that he couldn't help but squeeze it.
Although the other party is a racing fanatic who touches the steering wheel every day, his hands are not rough and are well maintained. They are soft, waxy and very smooth.
Returning to the booth, Jiang Lang asked: "Why don't you dance?"
Anne O'Hara lit a cigarette, crossed her legs, and looked very elegant: "I'm afraid that someone is not strong enough. What should I do if the thing explodes?"
As she said this, she blinked at Jiang Lang, then moved her eyes slightly downward, smiling playfully.
Jiang Lang followed the other person's gaze, lowered his head slightly, and then his face turned slightly red.
There's nothing I can do, young people are very angry, isn't this normal?
If this girl hadn't been provoking him on the dance floor, would he have reacted so strongly?
Jiang Lang picked up the champagne on the table and took a sip to cover up his embarrassment.
Seeing this, Anne O'Hara seemed to have discovered something interesting. Instead, she came up and put her hand on Jiang Lang's shoulder, while her other slender and fair hand gently rubbed his thigh.
Jiang Lang was startled and quickly covered the other person's hand: "I'm going~ What are you doing?"
He glared at the other person and thought, did this chick do it on purpose?
Anne O'Hara licked her lips and moved closer to Jiang Lang, as if she was pressed against Jiang Lang.
He breathed out orchid, and the exhaled breath blew Jiang Lang's earlobes, making people's hearts beat faster.
"Do you want me to help you?"
Like a demagogic succubus, whispering in the ear.
"What do you want?" Jiang Lang's Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he felt that the blood in his body was boiling.
"Follow me~" Anne O'Hara didn't explain, holding Jiang Lang's hand and walking towards the restroom of the nightclub.
Jiang Lang was shocked, excited and panicked.
I wipe~
As expected of a foreigner!Are you having so much fun?
After half an hour.
Jiang Lang crossed his arms and looked refreshed.
He was half-leaning next to the toilet, paying no attention to the strange looks from the people coming and going around him.
Like a knight protecting the princess, he looked at Anne O'Hara beside the sink.
The other party's face was a little flushed, and his clothes were a little messy. From time to time, he drank a few sips of water from the faucet, his Adam's apple rolled, and then spit it out, as if he was about to spit out something dirty.
After washing up, Anne O'Hara walked next to Jiang Lang.
While rubbing her slightly sore cheek, she couldn't help but waved and hit the other person's arm.
"Don't you know how to be gentle, I feel like my jaw is about to be dislocated." She complained slightly.
Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows but did not reply.
She's not my girlfriend, so I don't feel bad...
There are people who are good at ventriloquism in Beijing, and since then the king has not come to court early.
This foreign country is similar! ! !
It was this little girl whose skills were a bit poor, which made him hurt.
Could it be that she is still a young girl?
Thinking of this, he smiled: "Would you like to drink?"
"Drink~ Why don't you drink? You won't come back until you're drunk!" She glared at Jiang Lang, turned around and walked towards the booth.
Jiang Lang shrugged and could only follow.
During this meal, I was so drunk that I was drunk.
Jiang Lang didn't even know when he went back.
......
The next day - early morning.
The cell phone ringtone of "ding ling ring~ ding ring ling~" kept ringing.
Jiang Lang waved drowsily and looked for his phone on the bed.
"Hey~ who is it?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, with no one replying.
Jiang Lang didn't notice any difference.
He was still dizzy now, so he said impatiently: "Who are you? If you don't speak, I will die."
After hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone finally spoke.
"Wait~ Don't hang up yet!
Who are you and why did you take my daughter’s cell phone?
Where is my daughter? Ask her to answer the phone."
Hearing this, Jiang Lang suddenly started to wake up, and his head, which was still dizzy, suddenly sobered up a lot.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at the mobile phone in his hand. He was stunned.
shit~
Not his phone.
As if thinking of something, he turned his head stiffly.
I saw Anne O'Hara sleeping soundly in his arms, with big golden waves spreading out like clouds, like a sleeping angel, gentle and beautiful.
What happened yesterday?
Jiang Lang was a little confused, but he knew that now was not the time to be in a daze.
There was also a woman's voice chattering on the phone.
Jiang Lang took a deep breath, picked up the phone and explained: "Auntie~ I'm sorry, I'm Annie's boyfriend.
She's still going to the bathroom. I'll ask her to call you back later, okay? "
The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised and was stunned for a moment before continuing.
"Ah~ Okay! Then...then what, I'll hang up first."
Looking at the phone with a black screen, Jiang Lang scratched his head, a little surprised.
Why did Anne O'Hara's mother act so shy than him?
Shaking his head, Jiang Lang put down his phone and looked at Anne O'Hara, who was sleeping soundly, with a complicated expression on his face.
What happened yesterday? Who can tell him?
He shook his head, took the other person's arm with his hand, and shook it gently.
"Annie, Anne... wake up..."
