"You really want evidence?" The dangerous light in Hei Jieming's eyes seemed to be poured with a bucket of oil, and it ignited with a bang.

If it is a sober Luo Huan, whether before or after amnesia, a pair of Hei Jieming who is like this will inevitably be sensitive and will run away if it is inappropriate.

But after being drunk, Luo Huan didn't understand what a crisis was. She squinted her eyes and leaned over. In order to see Hei Jieming's face clearly, she got close and stopped, "I want it."

"This is what you said." Hei Jieming took out his cell phone, pointed it at two people, pressed the shooting button, "Repeat it again, I will give you evidence, do you want it?"

"I want it, I want it, I want it." Luo Huan bulged his little face and repeated several sentences without fear of death.

Heijie Ming felt a little relieved when he heard this, curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled so beautifully, "Huanhuan, you can give you evidence, but you need your 'cooperation'. Do you agree?"

"You are so annoying! How do you cooperate? Tell me quickly." She was so dizzy and wanted to sleep. She was impatient to tell him too much.

"Okay, seeing that you want to know so much, I will reluctantly agree." Hei Jieming said extremely reluctantly.

But the brisk steps vaguely revealed his desire.

"Let's go to the bedroom." He walked away with the man in his arms.

"Is the evidence in the bedroom?" The drunkard, ignorant, completely unaware that the crisis was approaching, and his arms naturally surrounded his neck - her body, she remembered him and knew better how to deal with it.

BOSS.

"Yes, the evidence is in the bedroom. Huanhuan, I'll take you to see it." Hei Jieming entered the bedroom, kicked the door, and placed her carefully on the bed.

Before showing the 'evidence', the BOSS asked seriously, "Huanhuan, do you want to vomit?"

"I'm not drunk." Luo Huan's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were intoxicated, and he emphasized angrily.

"It's good if you don't want to vomit." Lord BOSS smiled.

He pounced on him and began to tear her clothes without hesitation.

"What are you doing when you take off my clothes?" Luo Huan patted his hands impatiently.

"Show you the evidence!" The boss saw her little strength, so he opened his hands and took off his shirt in a few seconds.

"The evidence is not on me." Luo Huan was wearing a pair of jeans today. When he came, he took it out and changed it. The reason is, ahem, it is difficult to take off the jeans! If someone is meant to make trouble, these tight jeans are

The best defensive weapon.

Sure enough, the BOSS worked hard for a long time, and except for pulling the buttons and zippers of the jeans, there was no good way to take off the jeans without hurting Luo Huan.

If a pair of pants is a blockade to the BOSS’s grand career?

How is that possible!

The BOSS reached out and opened the drawer beside the bed, held Luo Huan, preventing her from moving, and slowly cut off her pants.

In the eyes of the boss, cutting pants and cutting live fish have similar principles. They all find key parts and make the knife steady and accurate.

He is a master of knives, and he is very skillful in using saber, kitchen knife or letter dismantling knife.

Luo Huan is also interesting. Although she is so drunk that she is very obedient.

Hei Jieming told her not to move, but she really did not move. She looked curiously at Hei Jieming cutting her pants thread and breaking a pair of slim and beautiful jeans into several pieces of rags.

"Do it." Lord BOSS breathed a long sigh.
Chapter completed!