Chapter 1847: Slowly like you 96

Chapter 1847 slowly likes you 96
The heart was a little bit sorrowful, and he was taken up by him. He subconsciously went to lick his neck. The sound of ice-like sound was a bit drunk, "Let me down."
Mo knows that he doesn't feel pain, but he feels that his fingers are cold and cold, clutching his back neck, a little cool and itchy, and knowing that he has not coughed, he couldn't help but lick his calf. "You don't Touch it!"
I haven’t slowed down from the situation on the carriage. I heard Mo Zhifei come back again, and I know that I’m still catching his calf. It’s suddenly stimulated, and I’m breathing, chaotic, and gloomy. Say: "You don't let me down, I still have to touch!"
Mo Zhifei only did not take care of him when he was drunk, insisted on carrying him on the carriage, and then let the driver return home.
At that time, I didn’t know that Mo Zhifei brought him back to Mofu. When he returned to Mofu, he was already sleeping on the couch. His hand pressed the lower abdomen, probably because of stomach pain. Relationship.
Mo Zhifei took the people into the house for the convenience.
At that time, Mrs. Mo was preparing for the dinner that the young master had loved. When she came out from the cloister, she saw that Mo Zhifei was holding the individual. Mrs. Mo couldn’t help but look at it.
But what I didn't expect was that when I walked over, I saw that the people who knew nothing about it were just awkward.
Mrs. Mo looked at the faint and awake heart of Mo Zhifei, and smelled the wine. She looked up at her son and frowned and asked: "I know... ...you, what's the matter with you? How can you get drunk and turn to the house, let him know, and have to go to the door to say those bad words..."
Mrs. Mo said that the more anxious she was, the more she was worried about the immaturity of Mo Zhifei.
I don’t know what to say, but I frowned and looked at Madam Mo.
What do you say to the girl? I’m so sad that he can get drunk and have a stomach ailment. I took him back and just thought he was good. Resting, you don't know, his family lives in the end of the alley, so he can't take a rest when he sends him back."
Mrs. Mo heard Mo Zhifei’s explanation, but she was relieved a little, but then she worried again.
How can he drink alcohol? Are you forcing people to drink?

"I..." Mo Zhifei wants to say no, but thinks about it. If he is not stimulating, he will not be able to drink alcohol. Therefore, Mo knows not to frown. "I am not good, no worries. He won’t drink alcohol."
Mrs. Mo shook her head and sighed: "Let's go, you send him to the room to rest first, I let the kitchen give him a bowl of sober soup."
Mo knows not to laugh out, "Okay, hard girl!"
Mo Zhifei took the heart into the room, put it on the bed, helped the man to kneel down, smashed it and smashed it over him, then sat down at the bed, or frowned and looked at the bed. The heart of the heart.
The eyebrows are tight, the lips are rosy, and the ears are red. It seems that even in the sleep, it is very difficult to see, how much pain can be thought of.
Mo Zhifei wanted to help him pull the messy hair, but his hand went out and thought of the scene where he couldn't help but kiss his lips in the carriage. His eyes changed slightly, and he knew that he had regained his hand. The face stretched out and went out.
(End of this chapter)