Chapter 935 Little Thoughts

The evening breeze blows gently, and pedestrians at the entrance of the bar are twos and threes. Yan Ning drunk, of course, a drunk can't go home, Su Cen remembered before, she said those words to herself at the banquet, leaving a mind's eye in her heart, cunning smile on her face. Half an hour later, a Volvo drove up. Su Cen leaned against Yan Ning. She looked at the car parked in front of her, and the window opened, revealing a very familiar face. Only then did she smile softly: "Brother, you came so fast." "Can't you do it soon? Didn't you say you were drunk?" Felton Simmons got out of the car, slender and well-proportioned. The temperament of the whole body immediately attracted Yan Ning, the drunkard, even if drunk, as long as he saw Felton Simmons, he immediately seemed to be addicted, and the whole person went up softly. Su Cen: "…" Boy, it's really self-conscious. Felton Simmons's face has been completely dark and sunk. He looked at Yan Ning, who was restless at all, a