Goodnight Kiss from My Rumored Husband Chapter 1128

Hearing this, Zhang Jing asked tentatively, “how rational are you?”

“I won’t be desperate for love anyway,” said Gu Nianjia

Zhang Jingyu tried to set her thinking again, “what do you have to ignore?”

Sometimes he knows her well, but in some aspects of her, he can’t see clearly.

Is her innocence natural or later?

Sometimes I don’t want to understand too much. I forget how smart I am when I dress.

“I have money,” Gu Nianjia said with a smile. “My grandfather left me many billions.”

The voice is a little long, which makes people laugh at themselves.

Then she drank the wine out of the glass again.

Several glasses of wine were drunk continuously. The strength of the wine was also strong. She was dizzy. She forgot to have a relationship with Zhang Jingyu. She took him as a friend and put her hand on Zhang Jingyu’s shoulder.

Close to him, whispered, “don’t be sad, teacher, I’ll raise you later.”

Said her hand and around Zhang Jingyu’s back, around his waist, heroic pull.

With the other hand holding the glass, he raised it to Zhang Jingyu and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Zhang Jingyu’s eyes narrowed cunningly. “Really?”

He also cut off his glass and raised it half high.

Gu Nianjia comes to him and touches him. He looks up and dries his head again. Then he puts down his glass and pats his chest. “I’ve always said everything. When didn’t count?”

Finish saying again pull Zhang Jingyu to drink, “the teacher comes to continue to drink.”

One cup after another, his body was too long, and his head was askew into Zhang Jingyu’s arms.

The hand holding the glass was waving in the air, saying drunken words, “teacher, do you know?”

Zhang Jingyu looks down at Gu Nianjia. Her eyes close and open. Her nose is red and her eyes are red.

He painfully raised the hand, put her in his arms, and responded with a snuffle, “huh?”

“I always feel that I don’t look like my mother.”

Miss Jia’s sad mouth tooted.

There was no consciousness. He let go of his hand and dropped his glass. Fortunately, Zhang Jingyu was caught by his eyesight.

His hand was on Zhang Jingyu’s chest, and the whole man was lying on him.

Soft body, warm face, only a thin layer of clothing.

Zhang Jing met a tight throat knot, his arm could not help but increase his strength, and held the little man in his arms.

Looking at her as if she was not sleeping, she couldn’t help murmuring her name, “Jiajia.”

A deep man’s voice, magnetic.

The face of song Changlin appears in the mind of Gu Nianjia, the young man who always appears in front of her to give her warmth when she is very sad.

Her heart became softer, her hands suddenly encircled Zhang Jingyu’s waist, and she said vaguely, “little uncle, do you think I’m not my mother’s own? I’m not going to pick it up or send it as they say? ”

The man’s body stiffened.

He looked into the girl’s closed eyes, opened his mouth and called back what he had called her, “baby, you’ve drunk too much.”

His voice is gentle and tender, just like the memory of the young man, the little uncle.

She chuckled up the corner of her mouth and hugged the man. “My uncle, you are the best to me in the world. I like my uncle the most.”

“They all bully me. They are all bad guys. If you don’t bully me, you will hurt me.”