Aire's Western Region women are uniquely beautiful, and they are of the overly developed type, with magic all over their bodies. Even if she sits there quietly, it is like a magnet, which can always attract the eyes of the opposite sex.

It would be too hypocritical to say that I had never greed for Ayire. After all, Zhao Can is also a normal man. I have fantasized about Ayire from that aspect before, but no matter how much I think about it, Zhao Can will not do anything, otherwise I, Zhao Can, will I still be a personal one?

At this time, Ayire used the alcohol to flirt with Zhao Can again. After a long time, Zhao Can no longer be interested in her. The main reason is that she often meets her, and she loses the mystery over time.

Zhao Can walked over and pulled Ayire and poured it on his shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense, I'll take you back to your room first."

"Zhao Can..." Aire looked at Zhao Can's side face with a blurred look, with a fascinating charm, "Are you men all eating in the bowl and thinking in the pot?"

"Of course, men are all thinking about the pot while eating the bowl. All four of you are from my pot."

"Shameless." From the four girls' voices.

Red wine has a lot of momentum. At this time, the alcohol has come up, and Ayire is also unable to stand firmly at the station. Like a weak kitten, hooking Zhao Can's neck, and rubbing his head against Zhao Can's neck. Fortunately, Zhao Can holds Ayire's slender waist with one hand, otherwise she would fall to the ground.

Usually they don’t drink so much wine, and they dare not drink it out of pieces. However, this is at home. With Zhao Can here, they can finish drinking it. The rest is Zhao Can knows to take care of them, and they all trust Zhao Can’s character unconditionally and will never get drunk while others are drunk.

Even though Zhao Can hugged Ayire's waist and held her up to walk, she still fell down. Zhao Can simply reached out and picked her up with his other hand and walked upstairs.

Throw it onto the bed.

"You're back!" Ayire didn't know where the strength came from to pull him back, and his hands hooked Zhao Can's neck like this, but the man closed his eyes, obviously he was confused and treated Zhao Can as her husband Cistanche.

Zhao Can held his hands beside the bed, looking at Aire lying on him. He looked at Aire's face so close, with delicate features and three-dimensional features that day. He looked very similar to Reba who looked up close that day. After all, they were all Western Region women, and their styles would always be a little similar.

No wonder ancient emperors liked to fight in the Western Regions the most, because the reason was that this was the case.

"I'm thirsty in Cistanche, I want to drink water." Ayire closed her eyes and said nonsense.

"Now." Zhao Can pried open her hand, poured a cup of warm water, and carefully helped Aire up and fed her water. It was really difficult. Feed a cup of water, half of it was scattered on Zhao Can's clothes, and the remaining half was all on Aire's clothes on Aire's chest.

Ayi Ren felt very unhappy when she was wet, so she pushed Zhao Can away, put her hands on her, quickly took off her T-shirt, and then fell down.

Well......

Ah this...

What a good figure under the tight lace?

Zhao Can quickly grabbed the quilt and covered her, and quickly went out to go downstairs.

Huh! Who can bear this? Zhao Can was not drunk at first, but suddenly I felt a little drunk just now.

Shaking his head, letting himself wake up, going downstairs, looking at the dining room, Zhao Can sighed, "There are three more, so tired!"

Lift up your sleeves and prepare to have a big fight.

Su Qingyu had a long slight sense of reason, "I... I don't need you to help me, you can help Cistanche first."

"Then you go slower."

"Yes." Su Qingyu nodded swayingly and stood up and walked away.

Zhao Can then helped Cistanche up. Cistanche had a bad alcohol tolerance, but it was the kind of better wine. She didn't act crazy when she got drunk, so she lie quietly on the table to sleep. When Zhao Can went to help her, she was also very honest.

Cistanche is a petite and not as plump as Aigen. It is more laborious to support it. Zhao Can controls Cistanche very well and takes advantage of it. He hugs Cistanche and leaves.

"Can you do it?" Zhao Can walked to the stairs and asked Su Qingyu who fell down.

“I…I can…”

Before the word [正] was blurted out, Su Qingyu's legs fell down as soon as she weakened.

"Sad." Zhao Can quickly glanced and grabbed Su Qingyu, pulled him back, hugged him, or Su Qingyu would roll down the stairs.

Why--

Zhao Can sighed, he was really tired.

There was no time for both hands, holding Cin Rong on the left and Su Qingyu on the right. The two women completely lost their ability to move and fell on Zhao Can's shoulders, letting you deal with it.

"Hey, hey, don't rub it randomly, Su Qingyu please respect yourself, take your hand away, hey, what are you doing, Cin Rong, don't blow my ears, it's very itchy, damn." Zhao Can didn't have any extra thoughts at this moment, just wanted to throw these two women out.

He looked up at the stairs.

"I knew I would have bought a flat floor, so it would be tiring to buy such a big house."

Zhao Can did not dare to let go, hugged the two women tighter, pressed them against him, and walked upstairs step by step with difficulty.

Fortunately, Zhao Can has exercised recently, so his physical strength is OK.

I walked to the second floor with difficulty, looked around, and simply threw them into Su Qingyu's room.

He hugged Su Qingyu's fingertips and twisted the door open with difficulty, walked in, and put the two women on the bed. Zhao Can was so tired that he was exhausted.

"You bastard Zhao Can."

"Hmm?" Zhao Can turned his head and looked at Su Qingyu: "Why are you scolding me?"

Drunk people have a characteristic. Sometimes when you ask her, she will answer you.

"You're a bastard."

“…”

"You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Su Qingyu sat up suddenly and hit Zhao Can's forehead with a bang. Zhao Can didn't expect Su Qingyu to sit up.

"Hiss! Your iron-headed skill, hiss..."

On the other hand, Su Qingyu was hit and her mouth was about to cry as soon as she sagged. Zhao Can quickly reached out to cover her mouth, "Don't cry, hiss..." As a result, he found Su Qingyu and bit the back of her hand, and Zhao Can felt cold sweat flowed out.

Finally, he let go and fell down again.

Zhao Can shook his hand, and the tooth marks were clear and feasible. This is the evidence. I will settle the score with her when Su Qingyu wakes up tomorrow.

Cistanche is still obedient, and she is still wearing the dress of a Ming scholar in white, tied her ponytail, and lying quietly on the bed.

After looking at Cistanche, some looked at Su Qingyu. The two girls were lying on the bed like this, and Zhao Can began to compare.

If flowers are used to describe these two women, Su Qingyu is like a noble and elegant peony flower, with absolute right to speak and being generous in the event of an accident, and being at the core of the few people.

On the other hand, the small and lovely Cistanche is like an unknown wild flower, always unknown, quiet and inconspicuous, but when you look closely at this wild flower, it is extremely beautiful.

"Acan, what are you doing?" Ayire's voice came from behind.

Just as Zhao Can was about to turn around, Aire pulled Zhao Can and fell into the gap between Su Qingyu and Cistanche.

The double bed fell down all of a sudden, and the four people were crowded.

And the most important thing is that Aire only wears underwear.

Zhao Can didn't dare to take this kind of blessing, so he quickly broke free and it was rare to cover them with quilts, turn on the heating, and slipped out.

Too difficult...

Fortunately, it was finally settled, and only Vivian was left. Your girlfriend doesn’t have to worry about her doing things randomly.

When he returned to the living room, Zhao Can sat down and rested for two minutes, then picked up Vivian and went back to the room.

Hugging Vivian has become a common occurrence and has muscle memory, so it is not difficult to carry it back to the room and put it on the bed, and the task is done.

Vivian is an active girl, and because of alcohol, she is even more worried about the cough cough...

He pulled out his underwear from his collar and threw it on, then came up.

"......Hey, wait a moment, I'll find something first."

"Need not."

"Need not?"

"Well, come just."

Damn! Zhao Can's eyes almost fell out. Is this alcohol so strong? Vivian actually asked herself to come just like that.

Zhao Can really didn't have the strength to move, so he just lay down.

One person below and one above.

It should be because of the drunkenness that Vivian's voice was even more presumptuous.

Fortunately, every room in this house is soundproofed.

In fact, under the influence of this alcoholism, the two of them were still feeling very happy.

It's amazing.

...

...

The morning light shone through the window into the dim room, and a new day in the Magic City began.

All the alleys go out to work, set up stalls, buy groceries, steamed buns on the roadside, and young people who are working hard with their dreams of eating fried dough sticks at a few small tables.

They can't help but glance at the sleeping mansion.

Zhao Can woke up tiredly, and Vivian, who was sleeping soundly beside him, looked satisfied.

Zhao Can swore that she wouldn't let her drink so much next time, and she would be so strong that she would be so strong when she got drunk.

After washing up, I went downstairs and went out to find an aunt or two cleaning lady to help clean up the mess.
To be continued...