Bo Xize asked coldly.
"Which hand touched her just now?"
"I, I, I didn't touch it!"
When the man saw that he was dressed luxuriously and practiced again, he was timid at onc.
"It was this woman who jumped on me!"
"Wow, it's just lying with my eyes open. I just saw that this man was too obscene to cheat this girl into drinking."
"Yes, I saw it, too."
People around them couldn't stand it and exposed the man's lies.
Ai Xiaoqi nestled in Bo Xize arms, but he was a little restless.
Her hands kept wandering on Bo Xize chest, and his whole body almost hung on her.
The thin shirt can feel the hot temperature of the other party.
Damn, this woman is so restless when she is drunk!
"Don't let me see you in Sheng club. I'll hit you once!
If you dare to touch my woman, believe it or not, I won't let you be a man.
Bo Xize roared like a wild wolf who lost his mind.
"Qifeng, don't let him run away. Since he doesn't admit it, he will use both of his hands!"
"Yes."
Lu Qifeng immediately agreed when he heard the words.
The president was so angry that it was terrible.
In the high-rise building of Sheng club, one room is the exclusive box of Bo Xize. He is the only one who lives, and even Lu Qifeng has never entered.
Retro decoration, simple and clear design, and black and white furniture highlight the simplicity and calmness of men.
Ai Xiaoqi was thrown heavily on the bed, and then she was a little sober.
She opened his blurred eyes and whispered.
"Uncle..."
"That's right, little girl. Can you recognize who I am when you are so drunk?"
"Uh-huh. Uncle, I miss you."
When she was drunk, Ai Xiaoqi lost her consious.
It was a lied if not for the uncle to take care of her these days and not let her be moved, but when she was sober.
She always persuaded herself not to have anything to do with him.
And when you are drunk, you don't care so much.
When Bo Xize heard the words, he was stunned, and his breath was already coiled in his throat, but it was just because of her words.
He lost his temper in an instant.
The president of the Bo family was so easy to get angry because of the flattery of a little girl.
And it's very useful.
"Uncle."
Ai Xiaoqi muttered again, and her little hand climbed on the man's strong wheat-colored skin.
"Uncle, hug me."