Chapter 809

After reaction, she wished she could break her tongue. She just wanted to tear down the man's platform. But when she said this, every word seemed to be her jealous and angry blame him.

No matter how it was, she was angry with him about Li qianrui's affairs, and he was coaxing her, and the play immediately became true.

She closed her eyes and tried to disappear.

Mo Shichen leans close to her, his long fingers hold her face, and his smiling magnetic voice is very low, "well, it's all my fault. It's my fault. I'll wait for you to get angry."

“……”

Wenyi suddenly felt that the eyes of xialiulan on the opposite side were swinging like knives.

It's probably that Mr. Mo doesn't seem to be a man who will be obedient to coax a woman, but he coaxes and is still a woman who doesn't give him face. Such a gap makes people especially angry, especially the woman who admires him.

Wenyi took up the water cup and continued to drink water with his head down.

After a few jokes with Mo Shichen on the surface, Xia Dong leads to other topics, which is to take the matter over. After the whole meal, they are basically talking and laughing about things in the shopping mall, as if their own ghosts do not exist.

Xia Liulan is very unyielding and can't hold his breath. Several times he wanted to play with a question, he lost his temper and was pushed down by Xia Dong.

After the initial stage, Wenyi was eating leisurely outside her state, with few words, and a kind of lazy and indifferent love. The only thing that made her frown a few times was Did Mo Shichen drink a lot of wine?

Although he was able to drink, he seldom drank one cup after another. Although she had a drink with Xia Dong, she tried to persuade her several times, but she could not help it. Xia Liulan did not know whether Wen Yi wanted to let Mo Shichen drink or not. She joined the team together with her father.

Several times she tried to make Wenyi drink. She almost gave up her cold face.

How much did she have the disposition when she understood ink? He won't let others bully her anyway. If anyone's face comes, she can give it if she wants, or just shake her face if she doesn't want to.

She did not like Xia Tangtang very much since she got married with Mo Shiqian at the beginning and contacted the father and daughter of Xia family.

I don't like it any more now.

The meal didn't finish until nine o'clock.

Except for her, the other three seemed to be drunk.

Xia Liulan is slightly drunk. After a few calls for daddy, she turns out her mobile phone to make a phone call. Listening to the conversation, she should call the driver and ask him to come to pick up the person. Xia Dong's face is red and he burps occasionally.

Mo Shichen can't see that he is very drunk, but he is slightly drunk. He has a shallow consciousness. After a few garrulous cries for job's tears, he stretches his arm to hold her waist directly, buries his head in her shoulder socket, and the wine and breath spray into her neck together.

Like a coquettish big boy.

She got up and wanted to take him to stand up, but she took the weight of a man who could stand more than 1.8 meters and nearly 1.9 meters. After several attempts, she failed to breathe heavily and took a picture of his face angrily, "Mo Shichen, you stand up for me."

"Yes," the man's voice was a little rusty, chaotic and full of dumb taste.

One word later, Wenyi, who he really held, stood up.

“……”

Wenyi is helpless, "go out, take you home."

"Sister Wen."

Wenyi is trying to lead the man who is not very clear, but is very obedient. He hears the charming female voice calling her. Looking back, he sees Xia Liulan's red face dyed with wine. "Do you want my driver to send Mr. Mo? He is drunk. I think sister Wen is inconvenient for you. Besides, he lives far away. My driver is a man. I can ask him to send Mr. Mo first and then go home. "

Wenyi thought coldly, driver, don't master Mo have a driver.

"Don't bother. I'll call his driver."

Xia Liulan said, "sister Wen, since you chose to divorce Mr. Mo, you shook your face at him and hung him at the same time. You don't want to let go, but you don't pretend to say goodbye to him. Don't you think it's too much?"

Wenyi pulled his red lips, and smiled quietly, "I'm glad he's willing to, who thinks too much, who cares."

Xia Liulan's smile suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, she accused her of saying, "sister Wen, you are so hypocritical."

"Hypocrisy is better than stupidity."

Throw down this sentence, Wenyi will not see her pull the man away.

Fortunately, Mo Shichen was a little conscious. She didn't waste much effort to get him to the copilot. She was exhausted. After closing the door, she was angry and wanted to wake him up with something. "Mo Shichen, you bastard, I really want to throw you into the middle of the road and let countless cars crush you to death and crush you to pieces!"

After the spell, you can only take out the mobile phone from him, unlock it with his fingerprint, open the address book and turn it to the driver's number.

Call one, no one answers.

Call two, no one answers.Three, Wynn gave up, fidgety almost did not hit his cell phone.

When the man got on the copilot, he leaned his head against the back seat, closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was asleep, although the position and posture made him uncomfortable.

"The driver you're looking for doesn't answer the phone."

As the driver of Mo Shichen, shouldn't he turn on at 24:00?

Wenyi can't help it, so she has to go over to the man and touch the car key. After inserting it, she looks at the safety belt that the man didn't buckle. She has to go over and buckle it for him.

After backing out, her eyebrows and heart also frowned, and from time to time she looked at the man with even breath.

How did she send him home.

Is this man really drunk?

He has never been drunk in her memory.

She smelled something unusual, but the car was on the main road and she could only send him back to the manor.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the parking lot of the manor. Wenyi untied his seat belt and looked at the man who was still frowning. He leaned over and patted him on the face. "Hello, you're home."

The man half opened his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was covered with a layer of mist. Looking at her, he seemed to be able to drown the deep feeling, and only drunk. He looked at the face close to his eyes, as if he was fascinated by his eyes, without hesitation, he stuck his lips on it, and fastened her back brain to force the kiss to deepen.

“……”

This man, don't let her find him pretending to be drunk!

He was strong, drunk, uncontrolled, and even terrifying. Wenyi couldn't break free at all. She couldn't help but bite him.

Mo Shichen suddenly quit her lips and teeth.

Wenyi was almost in his arms. His chin rubbed against her neck. He said dumb, "you hurt me."