Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonwarm nodded and gave Shenmubi a reassuring gesture: “I really didn't drink, I had no problem driving, I could send him back. ”

“How did you get here? Your car...”

“My colleagues in the studio are here, and the car keys are at the assistant's, and they'll drive my car back, that's okay. ”

“Well, I'll leave you now, please, Mrs. Mo. ”

Until Shenmu turned around and stopped a taxi on the side of the road. Seasonal Warm stood next to the black Guster and looked at the black, cold-lit door in front of him. Thinking about it, he went around to the driver's seat and opened the door and sat in.

She suddenly smelled a strong smell of wine. She turned her side and looked backwards. She sat in the back row, closing her eyes and wondering if she was asleep or drunk to open her eyes.

It's not like he hasn't smelled alcohol before, but it's the first time it's so intense, and she never seems to have seen Mojing drink too much, he has too much self-control, and he never lets himself go too far.

Seasonal warmth weighed his clothes, black shirts and trousers again, and she was right that time, as if he had been in this black system since he woke up in his sleep for two months, looking more and more cold and difficult to get close to.

While he was keeping his eyes closed, it seemed that he had not noticed that someone had been changed in the driver's seat. Seasonal Warm started the engine and was about to take the car away. Suddenly the man's low voice rang out: “Shen Moo. ”

Seasonal warmth did not make a sound, nor did it extend its head to look backwards, but lifted its eyes through the rearview mirror, saw the man closed his eyes, seemed drunk and some headaches raised cold eyebrows.

“Give me water.” His tone was dull and cold and his eyes remained open.

Seasonal warmth and low eyes looked for water in the car until they saw a new bottle of open mineral water on the door over the passenger seat and reached up and handed it back.

Mo Jing opened his eyes slightly, the lights didn't turn on in the car, and it was dark when the lights around the car fell in. At the moment he raised his hand and was about to pick up the water, he looked at the white and thin fingers holding his eyes on the water bottle, his eyes only paused for a moment, then he took over the water silently, unscrewed the bottle lid and took a sip, then closed his eyes again and leaned back against the back of the chair, no more talking.

It felt like he didn't notice anything unusual. Seasonal warmth retracted his hand on the steering wheel, rebooted the engine, and drove Black Gusteau out of the parking space in front of the club door.

She was driving steadily. After all, she was no longer a novice on the road. The man sitting in the back had been quiet and had not said another word. Seasonal warming looked backwards in the mirror and saw the ink deep closed his eyes, like he was asleep.

The car passed the Mercer Group in 15 minutes, and Seasonal Warm did not hesitate to keep stepping on the throttle and did not intend to stop for a moment.

When she passed through Oran International, she hesitated. The first thought was to take this man back to the Imperial Garden. After his return, he really did not return to the Imperial Garden. She felt it was necessary to bring him home.

But in case he wakes up, Sister-in-law Chen can't bear his anger, hesitated, or took the car into Orlando International.

When the car stopped, the season warmly unbuckled his seat belt and turned his head back to see that he still hadn't opened his eyes, so he opened the door and got out of the car, then went around the back to open the door behind him, reaching out and tapping him gently.

A man can't move with his eyes closed and has a heavy alcohol smell.

Seasonal warmth filmed him again.

No reflection.

Are you really asleep?

Seasonal warmth simply reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling the person out of the car until the man got out of the car and pressed the weight on her. She held him with some effort, while reaching out to close the door, and then dragged the person into the elevator in the underground parking lot.

It was difficult to get into the elevator, but because of the man's height and full healthy body weight, she was completely unstable as a woman with only about ninety kilograms, and finally had to lean against the wall of the elevator to bear the weight of the man pressing down in this direction, the man's head hanging on her shoulder, breathing alcohol on her neck.

After being pressed for a while, Seasonal Warm poked his head out to look at the number on the elevator, remembering that he hadn't swiped the elevator card and didn't press the floor code. This was still parked on the negative floor. He pushed him a little: “Let me press the password first...”

She pushed for half a day, did not push, finally only one hand held him with some effort, the other hand reached over, barely pressed the password and then shrunk back, to help the man heavy and tall body, until the elevator parked on the floor, the season warm pulled the person out of the elevator.

When Mojing used to hug her deeply, she held her up easily every time, and she held him like a rock, still so high! She can't stand it at all!

He finally opened the door and helped the man in. Seasonal warmth dragged him down again, afraid that he would fall to the floor, held him to the side of the couch and let him sit on the couch.

Seeing the man just sitting on the sofa, Seasonal Warm lifted his hand and rubbed his wrist, which had just gotten a little sour to support him, turned around to close the door, then changed his shoes, then went to the shoe cabinet to get the men's indoor slippers, and knelt down to change the leather shoes beneath Ink's deep feet.

After half a day, I was busy sweating, and before the season warmed up, I had some white face due to illness. This time, I hid some redness.

Until the shoes were finished and the air conditioning turned on, she stood by the sofa and watched a man leaning backwards against the back of the sofa, caught in thoughts.

She successfully brought him back...

And what should she do now?

When she was awake, she refused to talk to her any more. Now that she was so drunk, it was even more unlikely that she could talk, at best in front of her, she could touch and see.

She can't touch him all night while he's drunk because she hasn't touched him in too long.

This thought just came out of her heart. Season Warm sucked his mouth chilly. She watched the man rub his eyebrows against the sofa with his eyes closed. She simply turned to find the antidote and looked back to the sofa from time to time, seeing that he had been sitting there without meaning to get up and leave, then lowered her head to continue flipping.

Once you find the medicine, burn the water and wash the white towel with cold water. Screw it and walk back to the couch to wipe his face.

As a result, he walked over and saw the man put his eyebrow-hearted hand down, hidden in his dark eyes drunk, but more awake, sitting there, looking at her like this with a faint and steady look.