Chapter 7

　　Richie frowned and looked at her coldly, "Who asked you to come here?" 　　"I can't find you everywhere, so I just came here and waited, I'm afraid you will never come back." 　　Joanna said awkwardly, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were filled with mist, and she looked lovely. Richie was lost for a moment. Joanna had reached out to hug his waist and tiptoes to kiss him. 　　"Richie, I wanted to give you a baby, Richie..." 　　Richie turned his head, stretched out his hand to push her away, and sneered, "What is it for this time, the Mo company? Joanna, you are not qualified to have a baby with me." 　　Joanna was stunned, looking at him with confused eyes. She suddenly stepped back, went to look for the shoes in a panic, and muttered, "You are not Richie, Richie wouldn’t treat me like this, you are not..." 　　After she said that, she opened the door and ran out. Richie frowned for two steps, then suddenly stopped. He stood there for a while with a cold expression and turned his head upstairs. 　　—— 　　"Unacceptable, it has diarrhea." 　　Jensen stroked the little furry thing on his leg while driving the car, "It just got a shot so it's all right." 　　Eugene's teasing voice came from the other end of the phone, "Second brother, you are really something, that hairball had gained a bit of weight, and diarrhea can help it be slim and slender." 　　"Meow—" 　　The quiet hair ball in his arms suddenly rushed out, jumped onto the steering wheel, and yelled at the phone while raising it’s neck. 　　Jensen’s sight was suddenly blocked. When he pushed the hair ball away, he suddenly saw a white figure in front of the road. His pupils shrank and he turned the steering wheel while stepping on the brakes. 　　The car let out a sharp squeak and stopped before hitting the figure. 　　"What's wrong, brother?" 　　Eugene apparently heard what happened and immediately became serious. 　　Jensen glanced out of the car. There was a girl lying on the road. He was sure that he hadn't hit anyone just now. He wondered if he had encountered someone lying on the road? 　　"Something happened, I’ll hang up." 　　He got out of the car and walked towards the girl. Without getting closer, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. He frowned, knelt down, and gave her a little push. 　　"Well—" 　　Joanna raised her head and vaguely saw a tall and handsome man who slowly merged that overlapped with Richie's face. She was startled and suddenly sat up. 　　He recognized her. 　　Jensen was a little surprised and asked patiently, "Are you okay?" 　　Joanna looked at him with drunken eyes, her peach blossom eyes were filtered by the bowl of wine, she exuded an intoxicating breath and as her rosy lips pouted, like a child who was coquettish with infinite grievances. 　　"Why don't you kiss me? How am I worse than those women." 　　She was too drunk! Jensen frowned as he got up and prepared to return to the car to make a call on his mobile phone, but she grabbed his wrist as soon as he moved. 　　The strength of a drunk wasn’t so great. But she held his hand firmly like a child with a grudge. she asked stubbornly, "Am I not mature enough?" 　　Jensen froze. Normal men couldn't resist her beautiful and charming face. Jensen's heart was torn. He was a man who had always restrained this aspect and yet, he suddenly had a different impulse. 　　He frowned as disgust and irritability flashed in his eyes, and he was about to leave. 　　But Joanna grabbed his shirt tightly, threw herself into his arms, and muttered, "Still, am I not skilled enough?" 　　A faint lily fragrance swept over to him, with the sweet temptation like from a demon, making him pause. 　　Just when he was dazed, a pair of warm lips covered his. 　　Jensen froze, he was forcibly kissed by a drunk woman. 　　She was dull, clumsy and jerky, but she easily provoked a man's interest. 　　His eyes darkened, and reason told him that he should push the drunk away now. But when he hesitated to push her away, Joanna had already let go of him. 　　She giggled, her drunken eyes looked at him tenderly, her slender fingers flicked his Adam's apple. She naughtily pressed her body against him. She leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Dear, I want to sleep with you." After that, she said again. She smiled, "Want to do it here?" 　　Jensen's pupils tightened abruptly as he seemingly was frightened by her words. But Joanna had already started to take off his clothes cheerfully. 　　"Sir, is this your car?" 　　A serious voice suddenly came from behind him, completely pulling back his sanity. Less than five meters away from them, stood a uniformed traffic policeman, about 40 years old, with serious expression and serious eyes, looking at them. With scrutiny. 　　Jensen took off the drunk in his arms indifferently, and said a word in a calm tone, "Yes." 　　"You are kind of dragging," the traffic police said coldly, "Do you know this is parking illegally? What about your driver's license?" 　　Jensen took out his driver's license from his wallet and handed it to him. 　　The traffic police looked over and frowned, "Your foreign driver's license is not suitable. Do you have an overseas driver's license?" 　　"It hasn't been done yet." 　　As soon as Jensen finished speaking, Joanna hugged his waist and murmured, "My husband, I want to kiss him." 　　Jensen frowned and pushed her away without a trace. The traffic policeman looked at the movement and narrowed his eyes, "Who is this girl?"