Xiao Yang's heart moved. Lin Mohan was right. That night Zhang Dong was drunk like a pool of mud. Where else could he eat that little woman?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang could not help feeling that the little woman must have a problem.

After answering Xiaoyang's question, Lin Mohan stood up red and stretched out an attractive lazy waist. "Well, it's very late. I'm going back to my room to have a rest. You can go back."

Xiao Yang gave her a bad laugh, and Lin Mohan's heart suddenly raised a bad feeling.

But when she wanted to run, it was too late.

Xiao Yang has embraced her horizontally...