Chapter 1791 Young Master Lu Is Busy Chasing His Wife (Part 1)

Without thinking, Zhou Shuang raised his head and cursed Lu Yinan, "Lu Xiaoshou, what did you do last night?"

"I am the shou and you are the gong. You, the gong, are drunk and unconscious. What can I, the shou, do?"

"Why am I here?"

This question is a bit low-IQ, of course it was this little Shou who brought her here.

Damn Wen Xuxu, he was so uninteresting that he handed her over to this guy.

But it seems that Xuxu also drank last night...

'drink'

‘Just sleep when you’re drunk. ’

Zhou Shuang replayed the scene in the bar last night in his mind. He put his hand on his forehead, guessing that Wen Xuxu was more drunk than she was.

So it was definitely not Xuxu who handed her over to this guy.

Thinking about it, she looked at Lu Yinan again, looking at him suspiciously, half believing his words. She was really drunk last night and had no consciousness at all.

Nothing comes to mind.

She moved her lower body, trying to feel if there was any after-effects.

But it seems normal, is what he said true?

Lu Yinan could see what Zhou Shuang was thinking, and said with a smile, "Stop thinking about it, I didn't touch you."

She said as she walked into the room.

Zhou Shuang looked at Lu Yinan's face. His expression didn't look like he was lying. She curled her lips and lowered her eyes.

I cursed 'little pain' in my heart.

Lu Yinan was already at the bedside, his hands stuffed between the straps of his bathrobe, as if they were in his pockets.

Standing in front of Zhou Shuang, he looked at her with his head lowered and half-smiling, "You look a little disappointed."

Zhou Shuang's heart trembled when she heard this. She gave Lu Yinan a cold look and shouted coldly, "I'm so disappointed, get out of here."

He looks fierce.

"You weren't as fierce as you are now last night." Lu Yinan bent down and got close to Zhou Shuang's face, curling his lips in an evil way, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all so coquettish and full of temptation.

Zhou Shuang looked away from him and hummed: "Stop bombarding me here. I have nothing to say to you. Get out, I want to change clothes."

As she spoke, she glanced around, looking for her clothes everywhere, but the floor and bed were all clean, and she didn't see her clothes.

She raised her head and glared at Yvette Lu again, and asked fiercely: "Lu Yinnan, where are my clothes?"

Lu Yinan replied calmly: "I vomited everywhere. I sent my clothes to be washed."

Vomiting all over her body... She believed this. After drinking so much last night, it would be strange not to vomit. Zhou Shuang always held the quilt in one hand and wrapped it tightly around his body.

"Then..." She opened her mouth, but stopped talking, bit her lip, and swallowed back what she wanted to ask.

There were only two of them here, and she was wearing his clothes. If he hadn't changed her clothes, who else could have changed them.

They have done such intimate things more than once. There is nothing to be pretentious about changing clothes or something.

As Zhou Shuang was thinking, Lu Yinan's voice sounded above her head again, "If you want to leave now, just go wearing this. I don't mind."

It was as if she was going to die and she would not leave like this.

Zhou Shuang gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to touch the pillow beside him, and threw it hard at the man standing beside the bed, "Get out."

Lu Yinan did not dodge, reached out to catch the pillow, held it in her arms, and looked at Zhou Shuang with an innocent expression, "I didn't do anything to you, why are you so angry? If you do this again, I will think You're stimulating my man's masculinity."