Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Hearing the voice from the receiver, Mu Wanqing frowned deeply...

late at night.

A light rain suddenly fell from the sky, playing soft and beautiful notes for the quiet night.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Yang Mufan returned to Mu Garden with his head heavy and his feet sloppy.

When the doorbell was rang for the third time, the thick wooden door slowly opened from the inside.

The warm orange-yellow light overflowed from the room in an instant, covering him completely.

His tall body was unsteady and fell inward.

Mu Wanqing, who was wearing a light blue nightdress, just opened the door when a strong and pungent smell of alcohol swept over her. Before she had time to say a word, a strong black figure pressed down heavily.

Mu Wanqing had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported Yang Mufan with all her strength.

Seeing the drunkenness on his face, his handsome face was slightly flushed, and her slender willow eyebrows couldn't help furrowing deeply, she asked in a reproachful voice, "Why did you drink so much again?!"

Under the paralysis of alcohol, Yang Mifan's limbs were not controlled by the brain at all, although he was dizzy, but... his consciousness was not completely annihilated.

He squinted his captivating long and narrow eyes, looking down at the woman who was helping him upstairs with all her might: slightly frowning brows, long curly and thick eyelashes, a small but erect nose, slightly biting red lips...

Against the background of the yellowish hazy light, her fair and smooth skin glowed with moisture, like white porcelain, crystal clear...

The adam's apple, which admired the mortal sex, slid up and down slightly.

Instead, he turned his eyes away from her, didn't speak, and let her help him into the master bedroom.

Mu Wanqing helped Yang Mufan onto the bed, and then quickly helped him take off his shoes and socks...

Yang Mufan felt his mouth was dry, his tie was hanging crookedly and loosely around his neck, and several buttons on the collar of his shirt were undone, but he still felt very tight and constricted, and he was a little out of breath.

He dazedly reached for his shirt.

Mu Wanqing quickly brought warm water from the bathroom, took a soft towel, and knelt by the bed to help him scrub his body.

The movements are extraordinarily careful and gentle.

After Xing Xing wiped his body for him, she quickly brewed tea for drinking, and when it was warm, she fed him one after another.

At night in the nightclub, I drank too much, and on the way back to admire Fan, he had already vomited several times with painstaking efforts.

As soon as he drank the hangover soup, he lay down beside the bed and vomited again.

Mu Wanqing knelt by the bed, held the basin, and frowned watching him throw up.

Seeing that he was vomiting really uncomfortable, she freed up a hand and gently helped him along his back.

In fact, Mu Wanqing was really puzzled, especially incomprehensible: I am afraid that all men know how uncomfortable and tormented they are after being drunk, but they still like to drink, and they often drink to a great extent.

Although she can also drink, she will definitely not drink to death like those men.

"Admiration Fan, can you stop drinking in the future?!" Seeing that he seemed to be throwing up his stomach, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but pouted her mouth and muttered, "Are you an idiot?! You know it will be uncomfortable, but why don't you drink?" drink so much..."

Seeing that Yang Mufan had finished vomiting, Mu Wanqing immediately put down the basin and took a towel to help him wipe away the filth from the corners of his mouth.

Nervously carrying the basin to the bathroom to clean it up, she made some lemonade for Yang Mufan and wanted to feed him to drink.

But this time, before her hand touched him, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a powerful palm...