He Jiaming felt that he was truly benevolent to his sweetheart. He was a young master from a wealthy family, but he didn't even bear the burden of his own brother's high fever. Sometimes he felt that he was cold and heartless, but when he was in front of his sweetheart, these indifferent and heartless things turned out to be...

Doesn't count at all.

Sweetheart grunted on his back, and He Jiaming frowned and emphasized: "Hey, don't vomit on me for a while. Just say it when you're about to vomit!"

This was so frightening that he had to keep an eye on Sweetheart's reaction. If he felt something was wrong, he would immediately put her down and throw her next to the tree pit so that she could irrigate the trees as she pleased.

Sweetheart was getting colder and colder, but He Jiaming was sweating profusely. He simply didn't wear a coat and wrapped Sweetheart tightly into a big rice dumpling.

"How far is it..." Tianxin asked drowsily.

"We're almost there." He Jiaming consoled him perfunctorily.

"Why don't we sing a song?" Sweetheart is about to get drunk.

"Shut up." He Jiaming scolded her fiercely.

So cruel... Sweetheart couldn't help but wonder in her heart who this bastard was. Anyway, no matter who it was, it was definitely not Qinglang. Anyway, Qinglang would never be so cruel to herself.

He Jiaming, sweating all over, carried his sweetheart to a five-star hotel under his name. The lobby manager was so surprised that he stood up.

"Young Master..." The manager hesitated.

"Let someone prepare some sobering drinks." He Jiaming warned.

"Where is this?" Tianxin asked hummingly.

"Hotel, don't you want to stay in a hotel?" He Jiaming was speechless. He has such an amazing memory.

But people like He Jiaming and Situ Qinglang, who grew up with a silver spoon in their mouths, always have a bit of innate mysophobia in their bones. Because Situ Qinglang is a soldier, he is not very picky about the environment. Occasionally, missions require him to be thrown into the wilderness.

It would not be difficult for Ling to make do with a few nights among the leaves.

He Jiaming is different. Every five-star hotel in several cities where he often travels on business has his own presidential suite. These suites are never made public and only he can stay in them.

This is also the reason why he carried his sweetheart all the way to his home territory - damn, carrying this girl on his back might be heavier than carrying a dog.

After finally getting into the elevator, He Jiaming put Sweetheart down. Sweetheart was half-leaning in the elevator, staring at He Jiaming dully.

"Silly?" He Jiaming shook his fingers in front of her.

"Ah!" Sweetheart shouted, "There are mosquitoes!"

She raised her hand and slapped He Jiaming's handsome face. He Jiaming's face turned dark immediately: "Mosquito, sister, do you want to die in this winter?"

Sweetheart pursed her lips angrily and huddled into a small ball in the elevator: "I really saw it..."

"See your sister!"

"I don't have a sister." Tianxin emphasized aggrievedly, "I am an orphan."

"..." He Jiaming's heart suddenly tightened and he was speechless. Forget it, you can't behave like a brain-dead person, otherwise you will become a brain-dead person too.

"Do you have a sister?" Tianxin asked curiously with her eyes wide open.

"I don't, I have a younger brother." He Jiaming replied angrily.

"Ah!" Tianxin suddenly blushed and looked at He Jiaming with a very shy and innocent look, "You are shameless!"

"Why are you so shameless when you have a younger brother?" He Jiaming was confused.

"I don't have a brother, why do you say in front of me that you have a brother? Are you showing off?"

"What kind of talent can a younger brother have to show off?" He Jiaming wondered.

"Although you have a younger brother, I have breasts!" Sweetheart said in shock! She grabbed her coat!

Wow, I was really drunk. He Jiaming quickly pulled off Sweetie's clothes. What's going on here? This little girl usually looks so polite. Why is she so full of pornographic thoughts? It's so scary.

"I'm a little hot." Sweetie blinked and looked at him.

"When it's hot, I'll take a shower with cold water later." He Jiaming comforted him perfunctorily.

"It will be cold!"

"Then use warm water, shut up and stop talking. If you talk again, I will seal your mouth with a seal." He Jiaming threatened fiercely.

Although Tianxin has a nice voice, she is really not suitable for talking all the time when she is drunk. The more drunk she is, the more chatty she becomes. And can't she say something useful? At least she can say some love words while she is drunk.

ah!

When the elevator reached the top floor, He Jiaming bent down and picked up Sweetheart. Sweetheart wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled coyly: "Hello, Prince."

"..." He Jiaming was so mean-spirited again that he immediately got hard.

This little goblin is so annoying that I can't stand it.

He swiped his fingerprints as quickly as possible and entered the room, quickly threw his sweetheart on the sofa and took a deep breath.

Then he changed his clothes, filled the bathtub with water, and the hotel room service brought him sobering tea, which he drank while supporting his sweetheart.

Sweetheart had basically softened into a puddle of mud. Frankly speaking, the wine had a bit of stamina. She drank more than half of the bottle one after another, and she might not even recognize her relatives at this moment.

"Sweetheart, go take a shower." He Jiaming ordered.

"Don't wash, sleepy!" Sweetheart howled.

He Jiaming covered his ears and shouted: "You can't go to bed without taking a shower, it's too dirty!"

Sweetheart had no choice but to pout in frustration, get up from the sofa, and be led by He Jiaming like a puppy, and staggered into the bathroom.

Even though He Jiaming really wanted to take advantage of him by eating tofu like a villain at this moment, he might not be able to enjoy it tonight anymore. Although he also drank, he could still understand this truth.

Tianxin entered the bathroom, He Jiaming closed the door, and entered the shower in the bedroom to take a bath.

The warm water traveled along his skin, from his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles, and finally along the mermaid line across his groin. It was really sexy. Looking at his face, He Jiaming always felt that he was 20 more handsome than Situ Qinglang.

Times, I really don’t know why that girl clings to Situ Qinglang, it’s like a ghost.

He couldn't think too much. After thinking about it for a while, he felt hard again, so he had to wash up quickly and put on his bathrobe. While wiping his hair, he ordered someone to replace the sofa cover with a new one. He sat on the sofa and watched a movie while waiting for Qingshui Furong.

Come out sweetheart.

Ten minutes have passed.

Twenty minutes have passed.

There was no movement in the bathroom, as if he was the only one staying here tonight.

He Jiaming looked at it in confusion and thought: "It's just a bath, does it take so long?"

Forty minutes passed, and He Jiaming couldn't bear it anymore. He walked up and knocked on Sweetheart's door: "Sweetheart? Are you okay?"

No one answered. He Jiaming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of a possibility - holy shit, could he have slipped into the bathtub and drowned?!

He banged on the door hard, but there was no movement from the sweetheart inside. He Jiaming turned pale with fright, so he simply kicked the door open and barged in on his own.
Chapter completed!