All of a sudden, Feng Yinuo was caught by his wrist. He almost dropped the wine on the ground.
Fortunately, Mo Yuchen took the wine away from her hand step by step, or she would surely fall into pieces.
The temperature of the wrist he held was hot, blood clotted all over his body, and he felt that he could suffocate and faint at any time.
Especially when she subconsciously raised her head to look at him, the two people's eyes were opposite, and the silent difference spread at the bottom of their eyes. It was like a fire around them. It was hot and dry... Br >
but someone's face was light and light, as if it was not affected by a little, frowned slightly and looked at her, then said: "don't drink, drink more carefully."
Feng Yinuo just wanted to cry. You let go of my hand first. What's the matter with you holding me like this?
Wen whispered a word. Mo Yuchen released his hand slowly. On the surface, his face was as usual without any difference. In fact, his heart had been in a mess for a long time.
Her skin is so smooth and her hands are so soft. What can I do if I want to hold them all the time?
Where did von noy know what he was thinking? When he let go, he immediately shrank back. His eager look was no different from that of a living ghost.
Even so, restless little eyes still look at the wine on the table.
"May I have a little more?"
She likes to have a drink when she is free in the evening when she is abroad, but she is so busy going back home these days that she doesn't care where she has time to have a drink. The house alone is killing her half.
Besides, she wants to take her little ancestor alone. She drinks wine. What does the little ancestor do?
In case something happens, there is no regret medicine in the world.
Mo Yu Chen picks eyebrow, Mou color is deep, "still want to drink?"
Voyno nodded a little sheepishly, making her look like an alcoholic.
It's just a drink to relieve depression.
"Uncle Mo, we have a good quantity of mennono. Please let her drink it. This bottle won't be drunk after drinking." The little girl chuckled and helped.
Feng Yinuo winked at the little girl. She had a little conscience. She didn't hurt her for years.
But she didn't know that xiaonizi also had her own small abacus, and it was also meaningful to help her to talk... Br >
not for the pleasure of fengyinuo. Mo Yuchen could not help frowning when he heard Xuanxuan say that she could drink a bottle of her own, and often drank this kind of words.
What extravagant days has she spent abroad?
Although his heart was unhappy, he still poured another cup for her with his noble and elegant movements, and kindly told her, "drink slowly."
Feng Yinuo pulled a smile at him, and when he was ready to drink, he turned his hand around again, and held it up to him. "Come, I'm respectful to you. Thank you for inviting us to dinner for two days in a row."
She just felt embarrassed and said something politely to him. As a result, someone was really not polite to her and said directly, "it's OK. If you feel embarrassed, please change it next time."
Von ino's hand with the glass is stiff. Next time?
He wants another time?
His face is smiling, and his teeth are itching.
This man is just like a piece of gum. It's so annoying that he can't tear it off when it's stuck on the sole of his shoes!
All kinds of thoughts in my heart and the expression on my face were somewhat unnatural. I touched the wine glass gently, and the angry Feng Yinuo didn't stir me up again.
"Talk to you and slow down..." Mo Yuchen says, grabbing the glass in front of her.