Chapter 811: "Let's take a shower together."

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Mo Shichen circled her waist and brought her back to bed.
Wen Min's head just touched the man's shoulder, and his body was close to his side. He put her hand around her waist and held her in his arms.
"Don't you tell the driver to take me back?"
"Did I say that?"
"you've said."
"I forgot."
"I remind you now."
"Then I change my mind."
"..."
A rogue is drunk or a rogue.
Wen Yan was speechless, "You let me go, I want to get up."
"Do not."
"..."
"Mo Shichen, you're mad at me again."
The man lowered his head, his chin against the top of her head, and said quietly, "Don't be angry."
"..."
Wen Yan rolled over in his arms, looked up and sniffed on his collar, "You are stinking, you are full of wine."
Mo Shichen also learned that she smelled on her and was vague, "You are still very fragrant."
"To take a bath."
"Don't go. It smells to you. I smell fragrant."
"..."
She spoke coldly, "I don't want to sleep with a drunk man, and it smokes me."
After a moment of silence, the man still held up his heavy eyelids. "Then you take a bath with me."
"in your dream."
Mo Shichen pressed her on half of her body, and said husky, "Baby, if I really have to do something to you, it is more convenient now."
"..."
"Okay," Wen Yan was in his arms, staring at his handsome and half-blurred face for a moment, and tickled his lips. "Then you take me to the bathroom, can you still hold it?"
"Of course," the man's lips pressed against her cheeks. "I said that. I always have the strength to hold you."
After that, he really got up, hugged her from the bed, and walked straight into the bathroom.
Mo Shichen put her under a shower, leaning her waist against her face and saying, "You take a shower, I put water in to bathe."
"..."
He hadn't waited for Wen Ying to react after he said this, and his arm stretched out from her side, unscrewed the shower, and the warm water dropped vertically and poured on Wen Yan's head.
The man has taken a quick step back and avoided this area.
Wen Yan was drowned suddenly, almost screaming.
"Mo Shichen--"
The heat swelled into a white mist, and the man smiled at her. "You can't touch the wound yet, I can't shower."
The clothes were wet with water, and she could n’t do it now. She had no choice but to say, "I take a bath, you go out."
"If you wash yours, I wash mys, or if you don't like showering-then take a bath with me."
"I let you out!"
"You washed it for me."
"You didn't wash yours, did I wash mine?"
The handsome face hidden in the hot white mist was serious, "I'm drunk and can't wash."
"..."
Drunk, just this man's excuse?
This excuse is truly omnipotent.
Wen Huan didn't want to ignore him, she turned her back and undressed casually, and she was soaked and uncomfortable to wear on her body, and she gave up the idea of ​​letting this man go out and not watch her bath.
She can't do it.
During the entire bathing process, Wen Yong turned his back on him, and never turned around from beginning to end, although she could feel a strong line of sight on her, almost never leaving.
After only a few drops, she turned off the water and drew the towel to dry her body. Then she took the only men's bath towel in the bathroom and wrapped it on herself, and finally she felt safe--
She had dealt with him frankly, and had done all the intimate things between husband and wife, and he had been taken to the bathroom to take a bath together, but never before ... when she showed him a bath, her nerves were inevitably hot.
After wrapping his body tightly, Wen Yue turned to look at him.
I do n’t know, I was shocked at first glance, and shouted without holding back, "Mo Shichen, are you crazy?"
The water had been set a long time ago, and someone else was sitting in the bathtub.
The water level in the bathtub was very well controlled, probably just below his chest, but ...
He didn't take off his clothes, just soaked in water.
It is still such a handsome face, and there is an indescribable wolverine when soaking in water. He is drunk, really drunk. This man's performance after being drunk can be called first-class restraint, except for the occasional figure The instability basically did not have any morbidity, except that when the rascal was talking to her just now, he was close to being naive, probably no one else could see that he was drunk.
But the expression on his face was obviously not as indifferent as normal, and the win on his face was calm and unhurried. At this time, he slightly raised his chin, looked sluggish, and was a little dull.
She might not even be able to tell what kind of mentality he was watching her in just now ... is a man looking at a woman, or ... a drunk is just waiting for her to wash him.
She was almost amazed at the man.
When she thought he was pretending to be drunk, his expression in front of Mother Su didn't seem to pretend.
When he returned to the bedroom with a clear-headed reaction, he immediately took her back as soon as he was leaving. He knew that he would take water in the bath, knew that the wound could not touch the water, and like a fool, he didn't even take off his clothes.
Is he pretending, or is he selective and confused?
She didn't think he was pretending ...
Although she mocked Grandpa Mo's lack of self-esteem, she knew too well that every bone of this man was proud. Many people were conceited because of inferiority. He was pure to not be more pure and proud.
The reason she was ridiculed by her self-esteem was also because the man was so strong that he had cultivated a state where no one could hurt, and she couldn't be more clear.
He can be gentle, gentleman, warm-hearted, and downcast, but he can't do that.
She stood, he was sitting in the bathtub, Mo Shichen looked up slightly, his voice was rigid and rigid, "Well, help me take a bath."
"..."
He lifted his hand out of the water, touched the water, and said to her again, "Well, the water is getting cold."
"..."
Wen Zheng stood there, his head tingling slightly.
She pursed her lips, still can't stand his degenerate IQ, walked to the side of the bathtub, took a deep breath, and raised his hands to unbutton his shirt one by one.
"Why not take off your clothes?"
"Wait for you."
"..."
She gave her a hand, and intuitively she was again posing by this insidious and cunning man. After cursing herself for being stupid, she raised her eyes and flung out like a knife, but she was greeted with a little drunk and dull eyes The dark ones just stared at her intently.
She understood that he was insidious and cunning. This trait had been engraved in his bones. Even if he was drunk again and lost his memory, he would still follow him instinctively.