Chapter 867: You look like him

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The man covered his stomach and rolled non-stop.
The coldness in Mosen's eyes subsided, watching Song Xi lying on the bar, sighed helplessly.
"What a stupid woman, can you come here alone?"
He picked up the drunk Song Xi and was about to leave. The bartender on the side noticed that he stopped him quickly.
"Well, wait, this lady hasn't checked out yet."
Moson pulled out his wallet and settled the bill, which led her away.
Pushing Song Xi into his car, he drove Song Xi back.
Along the way, Song Xi was very honest and slept heavily. I don't know how much alcohol I drank. The smell of alcohol in my body made me feel very uncomfortable.
For Mawson, the taste was really bad.
He just wanted to throw the stupid woman into the bathtub, rub it hard, and rub her into a scent.
Looking at her like this, I'm afraid the days he hasn't been in the past few years, her little life is very smart.
I don't know how many times this has happened.
Originally, Moson had a depression in her heart because she went on a blind date. Now she ran to the bar again, and he was even more angry.
If he could, he really wanted to slap this stupid woman up, but he couldn't bear it.
In the past, because she didn't understand her own heart, she was indifferent to her, and because of this, she always had a little fear of herself.
Now he just wants to be able to treat her wholeheartedly.
Now, he already had a shoulder that could let her rest in peace.
He didn't say goodbye at first, he didn't know how he should appear in front of her again.
Back at the apartment, Mosen freed one hand, found the key in her bag, then opened the door and hugged her in.
Song Xi seemed to know that he had arrived home, and he was resurrected with blood when he entered the house.
Squinting his eyes, he struggled to get down from Mosen's arms.
Mo Sen obediently let go of her.
"唔 ... 唔 ... where is this? Okay, so familiar ..."
She sipped her wine, and poked her face with her hands, making circles around the place.
Today, she wore a pair of high-heeled shoes in order to match her skirt, and now she was drunk, shaking, and accidentally stung.
Just as she was about to fall, Moson caught her in time.
Mo Sen's back fell heavily on the floor, and Drunk Song Xi was lying on his body.
"Well ... smelly shoes ... foot pain!"
She nodded, holding Moson's chest with her hands, sat up, tore off her heels and threw them out.
Mo Sen was about to sit up, and Song Xi suddenly pounced back.
The whole body rested on him, a little flushed face close to his face.
Drunk eyes blurryly looked at Moson's face.
"Stupid woman ..."
As soon as Morson uttered his voice, he hit his face with both hands.
Song Xi poked his face with his index finger curiously: "Well ... you ... look like him ..."
She murmured.
"He?" Moson tweeted.
"Are you him?" Her face moved closer again.
"I……"
"No, no ..." Song Xi interrupted him again, "No, no ..."
Song Xi's head was lying on his chest, flickering like a child.
"I'm drunk ... yes ... drunk ..."
"Well ... otherwise, why would you see him?"
Mosen raised his hand in pain, stroking her back.
"He's just a conscience!" Song Xi suddenly changed his tone. "Eat me, use me, live with me, and finally I can't find it!"