Chapter 1917

Not surprisingly, after a lunch, Mo Liangyu... Drank too much!

He seemed too strong to drink, lying at the table, burping from time to time.

Ying's father took the bottle of Maotai wine and shook it. He immediately looked at Ying Feifei's wife in surprise and whispered, "this little ink has drunk most of the bottle!"

Ying Feifei holds her forehead and sighs, praying in her heart that he will not drink to the point of alcoholism again!

But Ying's mother beat Ying's father discontentedly, "it's all your fault. The child came to our house for the first time. How did he get drunk?"

Should father apologetically scratched head, "I, I also did not let him drink too much! Come on, you cook some Jiejiu Soup for the child, Feifei. You help Xiaomo to lie down for a while.

I don't dare to drink so much wine. The child is too fierce! "

Later, Ying Fu and Ying Feifei helped Mo Liangyu to the bedroom. Ying Fu stood by the bed and sighed, "daughter, you... Take good care of me. Dad really didn't mean it."

My uncle came to visit for the first time, but he drank like a bird. His father-in-law is responsible!

Ying Feifei sees her father's remorse and can't help smiling and comforting, "Dad, it's OK. He usually likes to drink. Just have a sleep!"

"Yes? So greedy? " Ying Fu shook his head in disapproval, "this young man, drinking is not a good phenomenon!"

Mo Liangyu's impression is half deducted in an instant!

Lying on the bed and pretending to be dead, Mo Liangyu is a little upset.

As the father told a few words, he turned out of the door.

Ying Feifei pinches his waist and stands by the bed, looking at Mo Liangyu's trembling eyelashes, sighs, and plans to go to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe his face.

But as soon as she wanted to do something, her wrist was held by the hot palm of her hand, "baby..."

This hoarse murmur, should Feifei hear all over a tremor.

As if a crisp current swept the whole body.

She never heard Mo Liangyu call her baby.

Maybe, he is dreaming!

At this time, Mo Liangyu pulled her to the bedside and shook her arm like a coquettish, "baby, I feel sick..."

Ying Feifei's heart, crisp!

Women for such a call, is really no resistance.

She took the opportunity to sit beside Mo Liangyu, looking at his drunken cheek, can't help but put a soft tone, "you let go first, I'll get a towel to wipe for you."

"Don't..."

Mo Liangyu mumbles his refusal and immediately lies on her thigh.

His hand also hugged her waist, the whole face buried in her arms, "you don't go, accompany me..."

Ying Feifei almost wants to take off her shoes and go to bed!

It is true that this young master has always given people the impression that he is arrogant and domineering. But at this moment, he is like a suckling dog in her arms seeking comfort. The contrast is too big, and he is a little cute.

Ying Feifei rubbed his fingertips and couldn't help stroking his head the next moment. "You can't drink, you still drink so much!"

"I'm in a bad mood!" Mo Liangyu holds her, and his voice overflows from the corner of his mouth.

Ying Feifei's palm glided down and stroked his back. "I think you're in a good mood. You can make my father so happy!"

"What's the matter?" Mo Liangyu suddenly raised her eyes, lifted her red eyelids, and frowned at her. "You said you would leave that day, but you didn't say hello to me, and you didn't pay attention to me these days. Can I be in a good mood?"

Such a tone of complaint makes Ying Feifei speechless.

She grabbed the broken hair of Mo Liangyu and joked with a tiger face, "what about you? You didn't contact me either!"