Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warm legs were petrified directly by a pair of men's gaze on the elevator.

Did she drink too much? Hallucinations?

It's time. Why did Mo Jingshen come here?

However, without waiting for her to say anything, the man walked out with no expression and glanced at the booze behind her and someone was still howling in the trunk of the K song.

Seasonal warmth tried to make herself stand up a little bit straight, but the man just walked to her side, she subconsciously avoided, and she just swayed, almost fell soft for a moment, her waist suddenly tight, Mo Jing held her waist deep and easy, then glanced at her cold eyes: “First go to the person in the ward with BGY, you non me, then come out in the middle of the night to drink with these people, and drunk yourself, this is how you declare war on me with reasons you don't love? ”

Seasonal warm brain was confused, like slurry, didn't understand what he was saying, instinct to lift his hand to push him away, but just touched the man's shoulder, the whole body fell into his arms soft uncontrolled head, head into his chest for a moment, she frowned and struggled to back away, but the man was in a position to directly fasten her into his arms, there was no sign of letting her go.

“Mo Jingdeep, you let go of me... I'm not drunk...” Seasonal warm heard the elevator door and opened again, when the man just walked into the elevator, her feet were a little confused and a little sluggish, so she was easily taken in. She lifted her hand and pushed him twice and hammered twice. She couldn't push it open, so she simply gave up her struggle. She just leaned in his arms like this, but the more she breathed the clear and familiar smell of the man, the more the alcohol on her body seemed to crowd.

She tried to shake her head sober and sober, but her head still hadn't moved, switching from her waist to the hand holding her on her shoulder and pressing her heavily, her entire body completely in his arms.

“Hmm...” The warm face of the season leaned in front of his chest for a while, he could barely breathe. He barely started, but his mouth was humming: “Really not drunk... I can still recognize you as Ink Jing Deep... Really...”

The man never spoke again until she was taken out of the hall, there was a car parked in front of the door, that position would not be rained down, the season warm still looked out direction, suddenly smiled, vaguely said: "Ah, it's raining... ah, it's raining... ah, good...”

Before he finished, he was shoved into the car by a man.

Seasonal warmth was pressed into the car, she is now drunk in this soft and muddy state, making it impossible for her to sit safely in the co-pilot's seat, now people are almost on the back seat, she tried to climb up, but she tried for half a day and after a few seconds, she lay there again helplessly, then frowned on her stomach, this standing position made her stomach sway with the liquor fluids, a little nauseous and vomiting.

“Want to throw up?” The man saw her in a stomach-covered position and asked before closing the door.

Seasonal warmth did not respond, she still lay still on the back seat, she wanted to move, but she was really powerless, she felt the sky spinning as soon as she moved, she felt her stomach pouring.

Seeing her silently, Mo Jingdeep closed the door directly.

The car drove quickly, and the driver and car she had arranged to pick her up before the season warmed were left outside the venue, and she can't remember anything at all.

The hotel she is now staying in is not particularly far from the venue, but it is five miles away from Shengtang Hotel. The car parked in front of the hotel where she stayed. The car in the rain flushed with cold light. The door opened for a moment. Seasonal Warm did not know where the strength came from. Suddenly he sat up fluttering. The moment a man was trying to bring her out, he pushed her away. When he dropped the car, he rushed into the rain and threw up on the ground.

Until now, not throwing up in the car, has been her last resourcefulness in the look of an alcoholic.

“Vomit--" she threw up for half a day, just a lot of liquor. She didn't eat much at night, but she really drank a lot, especially beer.

Seasonal warmth has been limited to western wine or champagne red wine in the past few years, but she still has some domestic white wine and beer to eat.

Fortunately, it rained too much, and the liquor that spit her out instantly rushed into the roadside sewer, disappearing invisible.

After spitting out all kinds of alcohol in her stomach, the whole person with the warm legs of the season sat almost directly on her knees. At the moment when her knees were almost kneeling, her belly was suddenly tight. The man took his hand and fished her into his arms in time. He bowed down and looked at her standing in the rain, but she was still not drenched, or his face was still blurred. The man looked cold and lifted her whole person in his arms, making her stand still.

“Do you still want to throw up?” He asked that the tone was obviously caught in the fire, but she was not overreacting to her because she was not sober enough.

Seasonwarm looked at the man in front of her, shook his head, then suddenly another puking expression, pushed him away again, this time the ink depth was not pushed away by her, but held her directly to the side, holding her to let her bend over and vomit, in case she could not stand steadily and really fall on the ground.

She didn't have much to spit out this time, she probably drank too much and then stayed down in the car for half a day, and she felt so bad because of the car sickness and the aftermath of drunkenness.

After throwing up on the ground for a while, the season warmth was completely weak, not even the strength to struggle in Mojing's deep arms, and the whole person's legs were weak and leaned against the man's arms.

Seeing her is almost vomiting, Mo Jingdeep punched the person directly across and hugged him, walked his long leg and entered the hotel.

Hotel staff saw a rain-wet season warmth brought in by a man who was also rain-wet. Hotel staff were impressed with the season warmth and knew she lived here, but the man holding her...

They wanted to ask ahead or do a favor, so when the man hugged her into the elevator, he threw a clear, cold glance at the outside, making them pause and dare not approach a single step.

Seasonal warm's card had the floor and room number on it. When she was taken into the door, she frowned. Her subconscious raised her hand and grabbed it on the door panel. Her mouth was vague and she said: "No... Mo Jingdeep... this is where I live... you go out..."

The man brought the man directly into the door as if he had not heard the mumbling in her mouth.

When she heard the door "bang” behind her, the lights in the room instantly lit up, and the seasonal warmth opened her eyes violently. The light on the top of the crystal chandelier made her instinct squeeze her eyes.