Chapter 1110

Bo Mu Yan frowned: "Xiao Xing, are you drunk?"

Dian Xiaoxing's eyes are watery, and his expression looks a little confused.

She held her glass in her arms, and her words were vague.

"How could it be? I only had a little wine." She said.

Bo Mu Yan's mouth smoked, a little bit? I have drunk a lot!

"I'll take you to rest." "It's too late now," he said in a tough voice

Dian Xiaoxing is reluctant.

She resisted Bo Mu Yan's hand: "I'm not sleepy."

Bo Mu Yan didn't listen to her and pulled her up directly.

Dian Xiaoxing's wrist is held by him, maybe it's a little stronger, so it's a little painful.

Dian Xiaoxing curls his mouth and grunts like a coquettish.

"Darling, my husband will take you back." Bomuyan's deep and pleasant voice sounded in his ears, with an attractive meaning.

Dian Xiaoxing's face, close to his chest, eyelids began to fight.

Bo Muyan's steps were very fast. He took Dian Xiaoxing into the room, which he had just quietly ordered.

This room is full of red candle, red tent and sandalwood.

It's like a wedding room in ancient times.

Even the bedclothes are festive and beautiful.

Behind the screen in one corner of the room, there is a big bath bucket with just the right temperature of water.

Bo Muyan gives Dian Xiaoxing a gentle bath before putting her on the bed.

Red bedding, white skin.

That sharp visual contrast, looking at the heart.

Bo Mu Yan's kiss, broken from her forehead, all the way winding to the bottom.

"Little star. Baby. Wife. " Bo Mu Yan is beside her ear, gently calling again and again.

Dian Xiaoxing was half opened by him, and his mouth was murmuring vaguely.

"Don't... Itch." Dian Xiaoxing subconsciously pushes Bo Muyan and doesn't want him to harass himself.

Bo Mu Yan hook lips, looking at her kitten like chaos, only feel more happy mood.

Ling Luo, gauze tent, red wave.

The next day.

When Dian Xiaoxing wakes up, he looks at the strange environment around him. He is stunned for a long time before he returns to his mind.

Bo Muyan had already packed up. Now he was sitting on a table not far from the bed with a book.

"Mu Yan..." Dian Xiaoxing sat up with a vague voice.

Hearing this, Bo Mu Yan immediately put down his book and walked towards her.

"Awake?" "Do you want to get up?" he said

Dian Xiaoxing looked at him, some eyes did not open: "what time?"

"Eight thirty."

"Then I'll get up." Dian Xiaoxing said get up, but people are sitting in bed, half a day did not move.

In the end, it was Bo Muyan who dressed her.

After staying here for a long time, Dian Xiaoxing followed Bo Muyan back.

"This place is really good." On the way back, Dian Xiaoxing still sighed: "it's quiet and beautiful. I don't want to go back."

"Is our family not beautiful?" he asked

Dian Xiaoxing thought of his luxurious house and said, "well, our house is not the same style as this one."

Bo Mu Yan did not speak.

However, one day later, Dian Xiaoxing was shocked to find that Bo Muyan transformed a corner of his villa into the same style as this restaurant.

At that time, Dian Xiaoxing was moved and couldn't laugh or cry.

She just like a casual, but really someone, put it on the heart, quietly for her to do these things.