Madam, it's time to coax the paranoid Lord Mo after he's blackened.

Chapter 71
"Little brother, do you want to go to see the stars, shall we go to see the stars? Forget it, let's not go to the stars, my little brother is even more beautiful than the stars." The woman said to herself.

Looking at the woman who is full of cuteness after being drunk, the corners of Mo Chen's mouth slightly twitched, is he being molested?

The man's black eyes were like ink, and the sharpness between his brows and eyes softened a lot under the light.

"Little brother, come home with me."

Said the woman hugged the man's waist tightly.

He rubbed his head against the man's chest, and after finding a suitable angle, he smacked his mouth a few times, and gradually closed his eyes.

A light fruity scent lingers around.

He heard the gradually steady breathing of the person in his arms.

Mo Chen chuckled a few times, it turned out that this little alcoholic who was greedy for drinking was already sleepy.

Mo Chen leaned over and hugged the man firmly into his arms.

Met the butler on the way out of the cabin and through the garden.

"Third Young Master, this is Young Madam?"

"It's okay, I'm just drunk."

The person in his arms was very Anshun, looking at that fair little face, the man's tone became much gentler.

"Are you leaving now?" Mo Yan didn't know when he appeared. He was dressed in white and stood under the moonlight, with a playful smile on his lips. "I thought you would stay in the old house for one night."

"No, Sui Sui is not used to here."

"Yeah, I'm afraid ordinary people really can't stand this place." As soon as he finished speaking, the man turned his head to look at the old house beside him, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

After saying this, Mo Yan looked at the woman nestled in Mo Chen's arms, with a look of inquiry in his eyes, "Mo Chen, why?"

In fact, at the beginning of the marriage, Mo Chen was not the candidate for the Mo family.

But when the Xu family proposed that Xu Wen was married, Mo Chen took the initiative to choose the marriage.

"Because it's random."

"If it's not her, what if the person to marry you is another daughter?" Mo Yan was curious about the possibility.

Mo Shen lowered his eyes, and then glanced coldly at Mo Yan, "There won't be such a day."

The moment Mo Chen stared at him, Mo Yan suddenly shuddered. How could he have forgotten that the man in front of him always kept his word.

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After returning to the villa, Mo Chen directly carried the woman into the master bedroom.

When she bent down and gently put the man on the bed, the woman woke up with two whimpers.

Wen Sui's eyes were blurred, she looked at a familiar place, thinking she was dreaming.

"Ah Chen?" His head was still a little groggy, and his voice was also slightly drunk, "Have you gone home?"

"Well, do you feel uncomfortable anytime?" The man fixed his eyes on the woman, worried that she would feel unwell.

"I'm fine." Wen Sui shook his head in a daze, then looked up at the chandelier above his head, pointed with his finger, still naive in his blunt movements, "There are a lot of stars."

"Want to drink water?"

"No." She refused very simply, and then reached out to the man, "I want to hug."

Having never seen such a delicate and naive side of a woman, Mo Chen felt that a certain corner of his heart had become the hardest hit area of ​​the collapse.

Mo Chen was stunned.

"Why don't you hug me?" Wen Sui grumbled.

Then she tried to get up by herself, but just as she sat up, her head was dizzy, and her body fell forward unconsciously.

Fortunately, the man reacted quickly and reached out to protect her, so Wen Sui ran into the man's arms.

"Hey, here we are." Warm breath sprayed on the man's neck, and the woman smiled contentedly.

Mo Chen hugged her and sat up, then gently and softly lay on the man's chest.

As soon as she raised her head, she bumped straight into the man's deep eyes.

Wen Sui's eyes were misty, she squinted her eyes, her eyes shifted little by little, from staring at the man's eyes, slowly turning to staring at his thin lips.

In the hazy memory, Wen Sui recalled the intimacy of the two in fragments.

She fixed her eyes on the thin lips in front of her eyes, which she remembered seemed soft.

Thinking of this, she seemed to want to make sure, moved her body, and raised her arms slowly.

Mo Chen remained motionless, staring at the person in front of him.

Wen Sui raised his hand and lightly poked the man's face with his index finger.

The fingertips landed on the jaw, hard.

A trace of confusion flashed in the woman's eyes, why is it so hard?
"Whatever, what do you want to do?"

Seeing the man's lips opening and closing, Wen Sui frowned slightly, "Be obedient and don't move, I'll just touch it."

As she spoke, the woman's fingertips landed on the man's thin lips again, and poked, this time it was soft and hot.

"It's really soft." The drunk girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling, as if she had just discovered a new world.

Mo Chen: "..."

After touching it, Wen Sui's gaze was still fixed on the red lips, "It's so soft, I don't know if it's delicious or not?"

As for the man who had been molested, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly became dark.

Wen was still wearing a long off-the-shoulder floral dress, but after a few tosses, the neckline of the skirt was stretched a little wider, revealing her tender neck and collarbone.

Seeing the man staring at her without blinking, Wen Sui lowered his head in doubt, looked at himself, and asked with a smile when he looked up, "Why are you looking at me like that? Am I pretty?"

Mo Chen looked at the woman in front of him.

Perhaps it was because of drinking that her white and tender skin was more rosy than before, with a blush on her cheeks that could not dissipate for a long time, like a drunk peach, tender and moist.

The woman's eyes were blurred, and between the eyes, they were misty like water vapor. Sometimes those charming eyes looked like innocent and unworldly children, and sometimes they were extremely seductive, full of coquettish charm.

"Am I pretty?" The drunk girl waited persistently with an answer.

After a while, the man came back to his senses, and said hoarsely, "Well, it looks good."

After Wen Sui listened, he looked up at the man, showed a foolish smile, and asked, "I'm so pretty, do you like me very much?"

"Well, I like it." This time the man answered without hesitation.

"Then can we kiss?"

Mo Chen: "..."

Mo Chen's eyes darkened slightly, and he adjusted his breathing.

"Don't you like kissing?" Wen Sui's voice was soft, with a hint of sweetness.

The woman clasped her hands together, closing the distance between the two of them.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree now, I have the final say." After she finished speaking domineeringly, she raised her head and moved closer, her soft red lips brushed against the man's clearly defined jaw, and finally landed heavily on the man's thin lips.

"mua~" Wen Sui hugged the man and kissed him deeply, as if stamped, "Now you can't escape, you are mine."

"Sui Sui, remember what you said." Mo Chen's eyes flashed a dangerous breath, "Sui Sui, I will not give you a chance to escape."

But the drunk woman didn't realize this dangerous warning at all, and was still immersed in her own world.

She raised her head and laughed twice, then rushed forward again.

(End of this chapter)