wasting time with you

Chapter 32 If It Wasn't For You (7)
"Sister-in-law, you are nodding your head. If you continue to toss, not only will the boss sacrifice, but we will also be tortured and sacrificed by him."

"Sister-in-law, our leader is a little dull, please forgive me."

"Sister-in-law, we've handed over the boss to you, and you can beat or punish as you please."

The more he said the more outrageous, Mu Yan moved the idea of ​​dragging these boys out and beating him up: "You all pay attention to your sense of proportion."

With my sister-in-law here, who would listen to him?

The young police officers took turns respecting An Yiruo's wine.

Mu Yan wanted to stand in her way, but he had no choice but to encourage them to yell and stop him. After he couldn't bear it and was persuaded to have a few drinks, An Yiruo was already half drunk.He had no choice but to show his trump card: "It's all fine, no matter how dishonest you are, everyone will do five sets of push-ups tomorrow."

Five groups is one thousand, Zhang Heng and the others dare not make trouble.

Mu Yan called the waiter to order a cup of strong tea, and helped An Yiruo coax her to drink, "Come, drink the tea to sober up."

An Yiruo gave a dazed "hmm", then buried her face in his chest, and murmured softly, "Mu Yan." Then there was no movement.

Da Li poked him with his arm, "Sister-in-law is very uncooperative."

"Stinky boy, let's see how I deal with you tomorrow." Mu Yan glanced at him, saw An Yiruo who was deeply intoxicated, and couldn't help laughing again, thinking: This drinker is indeed light enough, you have to be careful in the future.

Mi Yu was not much better, pointing fingers at Mu Yan: "Hey, I told you to come over to that man named Mu."

Girlfriend's best friend, don't neglect her.Mu Yan signaled Da Li to take care of An Yiruo with his eyes, and moved over to listen to the teachings.

"Man, you caught up with me." Mi Yu tried hard to flatten her tongue, but she was still a little incoherent, "I haven't seen her smile so brightly for a long time, at least once," she stretched out a finger, then shook her head immediately, "No, two years, yes, I haven't smiled so happily in two years, this is the smile that a woman in love should have, right?" She struggled to sit up straight as she spoke, poking Mu Yan with her finger chest, threatening inarticulately, "Be nice to her, or I'll let Tan Ziyue beat you up."

Da Li laughed when he heard this: "Boss, even though you and Mr. Tan grew up wearing crotch pants, don't be merciful. It would be embarrassing if your face was swollen for several days like last time."

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.Mu Yan threw out the cushion in his hand, cursed angrily, "Shut up", then turned to Tan Ziyue and said, "I'm already drunk, I'll pay the bill and leave."

Seeing him embarrassed, Tan Ziyue also laughed with everyone.

Mu Yan originally wanted to take An Yiruo home, but halfway through the journey, she got drunk and leaned back in the seat, writhing non-stop, blushing unbearably.Seeing that it was early in the morning, he hesitated, turned the steering wheel, and drove the car to his apartment.

An Yiruo became more and more drunk when exposed to the wind, and as Mi Yu said, she was not good at wine and went crazy.Before she got home, she was already excited, not only dancing, but also singing indistinctly.The only thing that comforts Mu Yan is that she still knows that the person beside her is him.

only--

She sat up, looked at him drunkenly, and before he could speak, her slender arms were wrapped around his neck, her forehead was pressed against his neck, and she called softly: "Mu Yan." Between the words, her body has already softly cuddled up.

That extremely good feeling made Mu Yan's heart skip a beat, and he stepped on the brakes.

After stopping the car, Mu Yan pulled her away from her arms, lowered the seat and let her lie back, "Be honest, I'll be home soon." He began to question his self-control, struggling whether to take her home.

Being so drunk, it's inevitable to torment the elders of An's family when they go home.Mu Yan scratched his hair annoyedly, and brushed the broken hair from his forehead for her, and said angrily: "An Yiruo, you'd better settle down for me, or you will be at your own risk." The tone is completely two extremes, which shows that his mood fluctuates.

The unconscious woman snorted lightly, unable to tell whether she was agreeing or dissatisfied.

When getting out of the car, An Yiruo couldn't even walk steadily. Fortunately, Mu Yan was strong enough to carry him upstairs.

"Mom, water." An Yiruo closed her eyes and called her boyfriend called "Mom" as a matter of course.

Mu Yan thought that she would never be allowed to touch alcohol again, and finally lost her mind.He poured a glass of honey water by the side, and forced her down while holding her half in his arms, then took off her coat, and carried her into the master bedroom by the waist.

When the back of his head touched the soft pillow, An Yiruo began to pull at the neckline, as if it was very hot.

Mu Yan stared at her drunken state with flushed cheeks, her eyes were spitting fire.Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the restless hand and stopped it, "Stop talking. Is it very hot?" It's not cold in a room with a heater in winter, but she can't really take it off.In the end he decided to turn on the air conditioner for her, and before he got up, the unconscious woman wrapped her arms around his neck.

Fall back on the bed.

Reason suddenly collapsed, and Mu Yan's emotions were pushed to the edge: "An Yiruo!"

The police-like tone made An Yiruo open her misty eyes, and she complained slightly: "Did you call me? What's wrong?" The aggrieved look made him feel that if she was wearing pajamas at the moment, she would be his little girl .

Simply seductive.Trying to suppress the dormant desire in his heart, Mu Yan lovingly touched her forehead, half propped up his body, and said with difficulty: "It's okay, I just let you go to sleep." Seeing her half-pouting pink lips expressing dissatisfaction, he coaxed her , "Be obedient, close your eyes?"

But that one refused: "We want to sleep together."

Naked invitation.

Mu Yan tensed up, looking at her rosy face, he gritted his teeth, "Say it again."

An Yiruo hiccupped delicately, "We want to sleep together."

At this time, the woman lying on the bed had a special charm, her soft body exuded a faint fragrance of wine, her wavy curly hair was messily scattered beside the pillow, and her blush cheeks kept dancing in front of his eyes.Mu Yan felt that if he didn't move, he would be a pig, so he finally gave up struggling and whispered softly in her ear, "Yi Ruo?"

An Yiruo subconsciously said "um", and stretched her slender arms slightly, hugging him even tighter.

Mu Yan's overstretched nerves snapped with a "snap", and all his rationality was instantly thrown to the sky. He withdrew his hand on the side of the bed, hugged her soft and boneless body into his arms, and bowed down. head, kissed her lips.

In the stillness of the night, Mu Yan's arm was under An Yiruo's head, he rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, and muttered, "It hurts me so much."

An Yiruo's whole body turned red, and shyly pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and after a long time, he said sullenly, "I'm sorry."

Afraid that she might not be breathing well, Mu Yan pulled down the quilt forcefully, "No need to apologize, I have rough skin and thick flesh, so you can do whatever you want."

An Yiruo couldn't hold back his laughter, put his face on his chest, and chatted with him with his eyes closed, "Who gave you a nickname? Why aren't you called Wood?"

Putting his big hand on her waist, Mu Yan caressed her smooth skin with enjoyment, "Is that just my number saved on your phone?"

An Yiruo looked up at him: "How do you know?"

Pulling her soft hand to caress his chest, Mu Yan tapped her forehead, "You are so careful, don't hide it well. You can guess it by seeing you smiling like a little fox."

She giggled happily, and her heart trembled as her little hands stroked his beautiful six-pack abs.

sexy.

Mu Yan didn't notice anything strange about her, so he patiently explained: "When I was young, my health was not very good and I often fell ill, so my mother asked someone to figure it out, saying that it was because of a lack of life." At first, he didn't believe this, but after hearing what his father said, it was true. After being called Damu, his body became as strong as a cow, even though he didn't like it so much, he accepted it.

An Yiruo rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Then it should be called wood."

Mu Yan was tickled by her little hand, and said in a tone that sounded threatening: "You still have the strength to argue with me, it seems that your physical strength is recovering well."

There were large flakes of snowflakes floating outside, covering the whole city in a snow-white coat. The temperature in the room rose sharply, forming a sharp contrast with the cold air outside. An Yiruo coquettishly called out, "Don't be a hooligan."

When she woke up again, it was broad daylight, and she was alone on the large double bed.Reaching out and grabbing Mu Yan's shirt beside the bed and putting it on her body, An Yiruo fled into the bathroom barefoot.

In the rising water mist, she looked at the mirror and saw that he had left dense hickey marks on her body, like the blooming purple mandala flowers. She lowered her eyelashes and let the water drops from the shower brush over her skin. A shy smile floated on her blushing cheeks, and her heart was enveloped in thick sweetness.

After taking a comfortable hot shower, An Yiruo walked back to the bedroom wearing Mu Yan's shirt, and found that he had left a note: "I have something to do with the team, I'll go and see, you just stay at home and rest, I'll be back at noon."

Foolishly, she put the note to her lips and kissed it. After hesitating, she called Mother Ann and said that she was staying at Miyu's place, and then visited Mu Yan's house refreshed.

Mu Yan lives in a three-bedroom, two-living room set of [-] square meters. The room is fairly tidy, and someone should clean it regularly, but it is still a bit messy compared to his usual tidiness.An Yiruo thought to himself: You are a fool, you have been exposed now.Then he smiled and tidied up the room for him.

When An Yiruo finished a series of cleaning activities with backache and backache, An Yiruo stood in the living room with a strange feeling in his heart.

In the past when I went to Xi Shuoliang's place, An Yiruo felt that she was a complete guest, and when she heard him say: "Sit down, I'll get you what you want to drink." She felt that the two were so unfamiliar that they were not lovers at all.

The time of falling in love with Mu Yan is still very short, and it is also the first time for her to come to his house. The slight mess in the room allows her to imagine how informal he is at home, and thinks of the natural and casual time when he is with him, An Yiruo Suddenly, I felt that perhaps love is not enough for two people to be together, and the bond in their bones is even more indispensable.It may be because of that indescribable fit that made her completely surrender herself to Mu Yan in such a short period of time.Thinking of this, An Yiruo smiled slightly.

She was still caught in complicated thoughts, and she didn't hear the sound of the key turning outside the door.When Mu Yan walked in with the bag, she still stood there with a smirk, ignorant.

Mu Yan had no choice but to ask her: "What are you thinking?"

An Yiruo returned to his senses, and asked embarrassingly, "Are you back?"

Ask knowingly.

After speaking, I felt embarrassed.

Mu Yan didn't laugh at her, and casually replied "I'm back." Then he changed his shoes and entered the room.Waiting for him to put the bag in his hand on the dining table
Put it away, seeing that An Yiruo was still standing there, he took off his cold jacket, walked over and hugged her and put her on the sofa, "No matter how warm the room is, don't run around barefoot, you'll catch a cold But no one cares about you."

"Don't worry about pulling it down." An Yiruo was embarrassed by his look, slapped his hand away, and looked towards the dining table, "What did you buy, I'm hungry."

Mu Yan touched her face, and was about to get up to get something to eat, when his eyes fell on her again, and he smiled: "It looks pretty good in my shirt, so let's do it at home."

She said almost coquettishly: "It's so big, it can be used as a skirt." As she spoke, she stood on the sofa and pulled the shirt that reached her knees.

The height of 1.6 meters is not short for a woman, but compared to his height of 1.8 meters, it is naturally much petite. The shirt is very loose on her body, sexy and thought-provoking.

Mu Yan stretched his hands behind his back to support her on the sofa, and looked up at her in a half-lying position, feeling that An Yiruo was indescribably charming and sexy, "You are trying to seduce me."

Seeing his half-smiling eyes, An Yiruo threw him on the sofa with a strange cry, and rubbed his delicate face against his face, "Who made you so beautiful?"

Mu Yan really wanted to put her down on the spot.

However, it is broad daylight.

Squeezing her into the coffee-colored sofa, Mu Yan caressed her shapely and slender calves with his big hands, while blowing in her ear, "Don't say I didn't remind you, I am very willing to obey you now."

He had just come back from outside, his hands were a little cold, and there were thin spots on the palms, which made An Yiruo feel itchy when touched.She smiled and begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, get up and let's talk."

"It's fine if you don't make trouble, then I will lose face." Mu Yan deliberately approached her, pretending to kiss her collarbone.

An Yiruo cupped his face with his hands, and said pitifully, "I'm so hungry."

She had no power to resist her coquettish Mu Yan, and kissed her tenderly for a while before having lunch with her.

An Yiruo stretched out his rice-grained fingers, signaling for him to ask for a tissue: "Are you still going in the afternoon?"

"The matter hasn't been dealt with yet, I have to go and have a look." Mu Yan said as he naturally reached out to pick up the rice grains from her fingertips.

It was obviously a simple action, but An Yiruo was warmed.

She said "Oh" and picked up the bowl to eat.

Mu Yan brought her food: "Eat more, you are too thin."

An Yiruo raised his head and smiled at him: "Let's eat at home tonight, I'll let you taste my cooking."

With a smile on his face, Mu Yan said, "Okay."

On a snowy afternoon, she sat face to face with him at the dining table, savoring the taste of happiness carefully, forgetting the past and leaving behind the future, all she has is the precious present.

(End of this chapter)