Chapter 810: "Mo Shichen, wouldn't you want to borrow wine to commit murder?"

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Wen Zheng earned a few more times, no fruit, "Do you still hurt?"
The man was dull, "It hurts."
"..."
She slowed her tone. "You're home, get out of the car and let Mother Su cook a sober drink for you, then go to bed after drinking."
He hugged her tightly, "No."
"..."
"Mo Shichen, don't make trouble."
The man was indifferent. In addition to holding her tightly, he no longer tried to kiss her or take advantage of her, but his hot breath was sprayed on her neck, and it lingered her, causing her Her nerves shuddered.
He had a meaning to hold her and just go to sleep like that.
Wen Zheng reluctantly, "What do you want to get out of the car obediently."
His head froze over her shoulder, his voice was dumb and stuffy, and paradoxically a bit sexy, "You stay with me."
"..."
She smelled the wine on him, and warned suspiciously, "Mo Shichen, don't let me find you pretending to be drunk."
That is to say, but under the circumstances that the man refused to cooperate, she could only coax him out of the car with compromise. "Okay, I'll stay with you, you can let me off."
Mo Shichen was holding her, her voice was low and sexy, gripping, "You loose and run away."
Her heart tightened slightly.
"Do you want to stay in the car all the time, and you don't feel comfortable holding me like this."
He whispered. "Then kiss me."
"..."
"Did you kiss me just now?"
"That's my kiss. I want you to kiss me."
"..."
Wen Ye was right, and he really didn't want to delay the pranks, so he kissed him on the face, "Alright?"
"Not a face."
"..."
"You're really annoying."
She didn't notice it herself, and she was so angry that she was close to coquettish.
The man didn't speak, staring at her quietly, his thin lips twitched slightly, exuding a seductive atmosphere, and the atmosphere in the car became ambiguous.
Wen Yan looked at his handsome face, and even his eyes became stunned by the faint light in the car. It was not immediately clear whether he was really drunk or awake.
She leaned over, kissed him quickly on his lips, and then pulled her face. "Okay, you'll stay in the car again if you make trouble again."
"Well," the man faced her, "when I get off the bus, you get off."
"..."
Wen Ye watched the man turn around, pushed the door and got out of the car. Although his tall body was twisted a few times as if he was about to stumble, he still kept his shape.
After getting out of the car, he bypassed the front of the car, walked to the driver's seat door, opened the door, and reached for her.
Wen Zheng said, "Since you can walk, then you can go back yourself. This car is lent to me, and I will drive home ... Mo Shichen!"
Before the words were finished, she was directly carried out by the man.
He looked down at her, and said dumbly, "You just said to accompany me."
"..."
Wen Huan wrapped his hands around his neck and raised his head close to his handsome face. "Are you really drunk? I think you're quite awake."
"You watch me drink."
"You can drink well."
He smiled lightly. "I just have strong willpower and can't let you run away."
"..."
"Mo Shichen, wouldn't you want to borrow wine to commit murder?"
The man hugged her as he walked into the room, smiling dumbly, "I really don't have the strength."
"You can still hold the princess. I think you have enough strength."
"Certainly you have strength, of course, if you want me, I will get up and make you happy."
"..."
"I am going home."
"I'll let the driver see you later."
"I'm afraid you won't let me go later."
Mo Shichen bowed his head and kissed her face.
He hugged her all the way to the master bedroom, during which Mr. Su, who was greeted as usual, "eldest son, Miss Wen ..."
Wen Yan pulled a lip back and smiled.
However, Mo Shichen seemed to be unaware. He still hugged her with both hands and lowered his head to change his shoes with intuition.
Mother Su smelled the alcohol on both of them and asked, "Sister-in-law, do you need to let the kitchen cook two glasses of sober tea?"
Men turned a deaf ear.
At first Wen Ye thought he was ignoring him. Although he usually said something unless he was in a bad mood, he didn't seem to see or hear the existence of Su mother at this moment.
"Mo Shichen?"
The man responded to her, "Huh?"
"Mother Su asks if you want to make sober tea."
He froze for a second or two before looking up at Su's mother, as if she knew she was standing there at this time, and then woke up from the puppet, "Cook a cup and send it."
"Ah, yes."
"..."
Wen Zheng blinked, and it was not until then that the man was really drunk.
Only she knew ... There was such a drunken method. She really had such a point or two to believe that he seemed sober only because his willpower was too strong. In fact, he had drunk eight or nine points, but still used his Only one or two points of consciousness held her tightly.
Only enough to hold her.
Because ... afraid of her running away?
After Mo Shichen changed his shoes, he still took her all the way back to the bedroom without putting her down.
Wen Ye was also weird and didn't ask for it anymore or wanted to go home, but just asked, "You're better just drink so much alcohol, don't you afraid of death?"
The man glanced down at her, "Who told you not to persuade me."
"..."
"You drink with the director of Clod-Summer. What qualifications do I have to persuade."
"You know you have it."
"..."
"Doesn't it hurt me to hold you?
He replied dumbly, "It hurts, and it's a bit laborious."
Wen Ying was startled and said immediately, "Then you don't let me down."
"I want to turn you to bed."
"..."
Wen Huan reminded him, "You said just now that you have no energy, and that a man who is really drunk can't do anything. If you want to be drunk, I will get angry."
He bowed his head and kissed her again, inexplicably, "if you don't, just fall asleep."
"..."
After going upstairs and into the short corridor, Mo Shichen kicked the bedroom door and hugged her into it.
The door was hooked by his back leg, and a slamming again, he was closed to death.
Wen Hao was put on the soft big bed by her, which was expected by her, but what she didn't expect was that Mo Shichen hugged her and poured it into the quilt, first pressing directly on her, on her When he was about to push his shoulder, he had already rolled over and dropped from her.
Without the heavy male body, Wen Ye only felt a lightness on his body, and was surprised for a few seconds. He was really not prepared to do anything?
Wen Yan tilted her head, only to find that the man who had fallen on the bed closed her eyes, breathing evenly as if she was asleep. She stroked her forehead, and laughed and prepared to sit up, but only halfway up, her waist was caught Only a strong arm wrapped around.