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The strong smell of alcohol also made him frown, his eyes looking a bit thoughtful.

His long fingertips touched the switch, and white light suddenly rose in the room.

Su Qianrou was half-lying on the sofa with a drunken face, her limbs were hanging in the air, her body was erratic, and the wine bottle she was holding tightly with her fingers fell to the ground at an inappropriate time.

The sound of "clang" resounded throughout Mo.

Her face was flushed with red, and she looked a little seductive in the quiet atmosphere at the moment.

She was drunk.

Mo Beichen's eyes became even more serious, and after scanning her with a cold and solemn face, he slowly approached her.

"Su Qianrou." He lowered his eyes and shouted coldly.

Su Qianrou didn't react at all. She only opened her lips slightly and exhaled a few mouthfuls of hot air from her throat.

So drunk that she was unconscious, this woman...

Not at all worrying.

The man's momentary irritability suddenly turned into helplessness and pity, and he exhaled a breath from his nose.

He leaned over and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of her cheek, and suddenly his whole body seemed to stiffen.

After several trials, her teeth suddenly clenched, and her hands finally failed to fall down. Instead, the princess picked her up.

When the two bodies touched, his heart twitched violently, as if his heart was being torn out, and he was being cruelly treated with one knife after another.

"Mo Beichen, you big idiot, you stinky man, you dead man..."

Su Qianrou unconsciously wrapped her hands around his neck and spit out a series of curses from her mouth.

The muddy sound went from high to low, and finally disappeared.

His hands immediately loosened up, and his head seemed to be separated from his body, drooping heavily.

Mo Beichen clearly heard her calling him, and he stopped for a few seconds, feeling complicated.

He sped up and finally sent her to his bed, covering her with a quilt.

"Don't give me alcohol anymore."

After pulling up the last corner of the quilt, he looked at her with a hint of endearing reproach.

Just let her sleep like this.

He took a deep breath, and when he was about to leave, a clearly visible teardrop leaked out of the corner of Su Qianrou's eyes.

"Beichen, don't leave..." She grabbed his arm as if reacting and pulled him back.

Her voice was as light as a mosquito bite, comparable to the sound of a pin dropping on the ground.

However, at this moment, Mo Beichen still paid careful attention.

His heart involuntarily trembled again, like a marionette that would always be aroused by his emotions.

His face suddenly became stunned.

"Is it Beichen or Fu Shuyan?" he asked in a low voice with a hint of sourness.

He brought his ear lightly to her mouth.

"Shu Yan..." Su Qianrou was drunk and didn't know what she said.

But when Mo Beichen heard these two words, a killing intent filled his heart, and his eyes filled with cold anger.

There was only a biting chill towards Su Qianrou.

The woman whom I have always regarded as the apple of my eye is really interested in other men.

The sullen look in his eyes was like mountains and seas collapsing, filling the entire air.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, ruthlessly put aside her entanglement, walked with heavy steps, and lay on the sofa with his eyes closed.

A sleepless night and a speechless night.

The next day.

Su Qianrou was awakened by the dazzling sunlight, and he couldn't help but block it with his elbow. The moment he opened his sleepy eyes, he caught a glimpse of a body full of magnetic hormones.

The lines are neat and steady, the muscles on the body are strong and strong, and the straight body is the icing on the cake.

The swollen eyeballs are filled with manly scent.

But why Mo Beichen? !

Her mind was in chaos, and her whole body was panicked and unprepared.

At this time, an extremely handsome man with clear facial features approached him: "Are you finally awake?"

Mo Beichen almost stared at her with his eyes lowered, and there was a stern anger in his eyes.

She trembled at first, then slowly raised her head, and her complicated eyes met him.

"Why are you here? Don't you know the difference between men and women?"

"Don't forget, I'm still your future cousin-in-law." She pretended to be tough, her eyes twinkling with a bit of anxiety.

The man sneered, raised his brows, and asked coldly: "Do you see clearly where this is? Should I be here, or should you be here?"

No wonder there are so many differences in layout?

She reacted and hurriedly jumped off the bed. She covered her chest tightly with her hands and kept walking back in fear.

Her expression was flustered, and she was not calm at all compared to before.

"Then why am I in your room! You hateful man, what did you do to me?!"

She couldn't hold back her anger and pointed at him, her pupils suddenly widening like a frightened little rabbit.

She really didn't know anything about what happened last night.

Mo Beichen looked away coldly and uttered a cold voice from his throat: "Think about it for yourself."

As he spoke, he changed his clothes in front of her without any scruples, and took off the bath towel that was full of magnetic manly scent.

Isn't he too rude?

He is indeed a man who shocked the entire Beijing circle. Oh no, I should say, a man who is famous in the Beijing circle for his shamelessness.

Su Qianrou frowned and rushed out of the room, just in time to bump into Fu Shuyan who was coming towards her.

The two looked at each other with various expressions of worry.

"Rou...Rou." Fu Shuyan looked at the panicked Su Qianrou with some surprise, his brows and eyes full of mixed emotions.

Difficult to calm down.

After all, she ran out of another man's room, who knows what happened to her before.

There is inevitably a barrier in his heart.

Su Qianrou looked at him carefully and panicked for a few times, her mouth trying to open.

Finally, he fled sideways without saying a word.

Like a wisp of smoke, it suddenly disappeared.

Fu Shuyan suddenly clenched his fists and approached Mo Beichen to question him with an angry expression.

At this moment, Mo Beichen was already dressed neatly, leaving only a knot to tie.

The tip of his eyebrows noticed the movement of the figure, but he retracted it sharply, not taking it seriously at all.

"Cousin, are you calm after the incident?" Fu Shuyan almost gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his anger and asked.

Under the calm surface, there is a messy wasteland, and a hurricane is brewing.

"I can tolerate you no matter what you say, but if you dare to speak rudely to Rourou, I can kill you at any time!"

Mo Beichen suddenly turned his head, and a bloodthirsty light suddenly fell on Fu Shuyan.

Severe and decisive.

The tone of his last sentence was so full of murderous intent that it could literally choke someone's throat.

He is so ruthless that he can kill people without even noticing.

"If my cousin really dares to take action, then I will be happy to accompany him to the end!"