After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

The car drove back to Ming Dai's garden villa and stopped at the door.

"wait for me a bit."

After He Mu ordered the driver, he personally helped Ming Dai get off the back seat.

Maybe it's because Ming Dai just slept on Mu's shoulders for a while, and now her face looks flushed, like a ripe peach, tender enough to ooze water when pinched lightly.

Dan Hemu watched Mingdai's blush spread from her cheeks all the way to the back of her ears and neck, and put her palm on Mingdai's forehead in worry.

Slightly hot.

"Are you ok?"

He Mu hugged Ming Dai and asked in a low voice.

Ming Dai opened her jewel-like eyes:
"I'm fine! Don't worry, don't worry!"

He Mu: I'm even more worried if you're like this.

He watched Ming Dai take two steps backwards, leaving his embrace.

The warm temperature in his arms was quickly cooled by the air falling down.

He Mu, who was not used to it, could only put his hands in his trouser pockets, watching Ming Dai move forward step by step.

He frowned slightly, feeling uneasy all the time:

"Pay attention to your feet, don't fall..."

The words were not finished.

Ming Dai, who accidentally kicked the steps, staggered forward.

He Mu, who was only two meters away from her, had quick eyes and quick hands, stepped out in three steps at a time, and caught Ming Dai from behind at the moment when Ming Dai's head was about to hit the corner of the step.

Ming Dai was in a daze, only feeling that she was restrained by the strength around her waist, and then she was picked up by the air.

"what?"

She seemed to have forgotten the moment when she fell, she just puffed up her cheeks and looked at He Mu with dissatisfaction.

"I said I can!"

She bites the words and repeats them clearly.

At first glance, he was really sober, not even the slightest bit drunk.

But He Mu already knew from her actions that this is not the case.

So how can I rest assured that she will continue to go back alone?

What's more, she didn't even have anyone else in her family.

Ming Dai, who was held in He Mu's arms, was quiet for two seconds and wanted to struggle.

After moving a few times, he announced loudly: "I want to come down!"

He Mu couldn't resist her, so he had to follow Ming Dai's wishes and put her on the ground.

When Ming Dai stepped on the ground, it was like stepping on cotton, crooked, and fell into He Mu's arms again.

Until now, she finally found out that something was wrong with her.

"Huh? I'm drunk? I guess so."

She also knows how to ask and answer her own questions, which is really cute.

He Mu's heart was so soft that he firmly supported Ming Dai's arm.

"How much did you drink tonight?"

He remembers walking away only for a moment.

Even when the two of them went to say goodbye to Pei Yi'an, Ming Dai looked very normal.

Ming Dai raised a finger: "Three, four...six, seven cups."

He Mu understood why Ming Dai was so drunk.

The cocktails, which look magnificent and beautiful in color, have great stamina.

The fact that Ming Dai could bear it until now before she felt the urge to drink already shows that she has a good capacity for alcohol.

"You."

Sighing softly, He Mu is naturally worried that Ming Dai went home alone.

Because of Ming Dai's insistence, He Mu didn't hug her, but just helped Ming Dai to walk inside.

After Ming Dai realized her drunkenness problem, she kept muttering to herself all the way:

"No, no."

"What's wrong."

Talk to Twilight casually.

Ming Dai was talking to herself.

"I drink very well, and I seldom get drunk."

"is it?"

He Mu was careless.

Ming Dai gradually became incoherent:

"I used to, I used to... I was never drunk."

"Did you drink a lot before?"

He Mu raised his eyebrows.

However, she didn't realize that at such a young age, Ming Dai was also a rebellious girl who would secretly drink alcohol.

But he didn't know the real meaning of Ming Dai's words.

Only Ming Dai's eyes gradually deepened, as if seeing many years ago.

At that time, for the dignity and arrogance that others seemed to be useless, she held on in the circle, never bowed her head to flatter and agree, even had to grit her teeth when drinking, so as not to get drunk.

So Ming Dai always thought that she could drink well.

But the fact is——

It's not that she doesn't get drunk, but she doesn't dare to get drunk.

Until now, with someone she truly trusted by her side, the vigilant line in her mind was relaxed, and she could hand herself over to He Mu without any precautions.

Therefore, even drinking can safely get drunk, instead of trying to stay awake.

Of course, Kazuki didn't know anything about this.

He heard Ming Dai mumbling something vaguely.

Because the sound is too low.

It was also because Ming Dai had no intention of sharing it with him.

So he didn't hear a word of what Qing Mingdai was saying.

The two came to the gate, He Mu supported Ming Dai, and entered his fingerprints.

drop.

The door opened smoothly.

He Mu gently hugged Ming Dai into the room, not forgetting to support her tilted head so as not to bump into the door frame.

Ming Dai strode forward, going inside without even taking off her shoes.

"Don't worry."

He Mu comforted her softly.

Then, pinching Ming Dai's waist, he gently carried her to the shoe cabinet.

Mingdai moved back and forth uncomfortably.

He Mu squatted down and held her ankle.

Warning: "Don't move."

Ming Dai shivered slightly, leaning against the wall with dazed eyes, looking down at He Mu who was taking off her shoes.

In a daze, her alcoholism seemed to dissipate a little.

"He Mu..."

"Well, I'm here."

He Mu has no high airs.

He willingly squatted down in front of Ming Dai and took off her single shoes.

As a first-line actress, Ming Dai still has to spend a lot of money on maintenance every month even if she is naturally beautiful.

Those items, from her hair to her toes, are rounded, so they must be exquisite everywhere.

Therefore, Mingdai's feet had just been maintained not long ago, and they were white and tender, even softer than when she was a girl.

It just so happened that the pair of shoes I wore at night were newly bought and had never been worn before, so the heels were inevitably worn and a little red.

He Mu saw it as soon as he lowered his head.

He stroked the reddened spot with his thumb, not daring to push too hard.

"Does it hurt?"

It doesn't seem to be broken.

Ming Dai blinked and lowered her head.

The thick hair hanging down like a waterfall covered He Mu from the head, enclosing a quiet small space for the two of them.

Her breath carried a faint aroma of wine, wrapped in the aroma of her hair, which fell on He Mu's face lightly like flower petals.

"It doesn't hurt, it itch."

she says.

He Mu involuntarily clenches Ming Dai's ankle tightly.

Ming Dai moved, but did not break free.

"Why?"

He Mu took a long time before he suppressed the unreasonable dryness in his blood and let go of his fingers.

"It's okay, help you put on your shoes."

Saying that, put Ming Dai's slippers on for her.

His eyes lingered on where his fingers had pressed.

Ming Dai's skin was too fair, but a slight touch left a faint red mark.

Of course, the red marks will soon disappear on their own.

However, Hemu will still feel satisfied because it once existed.

It was as if he had a unique connection with Ming Dai.

"All right."

He stifled the divergent thoughts, and carried Ming Dai down from the shoe cabinet.