when you are drunk

166 Chapter 171. Am I Happy?
Biyan Villa, early in the morning.

The bedroom door was half open. The man was wearing azure blue pajamas and was sitting in a wheelchair. He propped his head calmly and peacefully, and tilted his head slightly to look at the beauty sitting in front of the dressing table.

Qingcen's nightdress was very loose and comfortable, with a moon-white collar and a smooth neck, without any decoration.

Her long hair was still a little wet after the bath, and it was pushed to one side.

With her white fingertips, she picked up the eyebrow pencil on the table and drew a stroke in front of the mirror.

"Baby—" the man called out leisurely at that time.

Qing Cen turned to look at him, "What's the matter~"

"I want to help you draw your eyebrows." Mu Linzhi said lazily, with a slightly hoarse voice.

"...you will?" Qing Cen frowned suspiciously.

Mu Linzhi laughed lowly, "I can learn it if I don't know it. It's just right, just learn it slowly."

Qing Cen silently handed him the eyebrow pencil, and if the old fox did the same thing as last time, she would shave his eyebrows off.

Mess, think about it and look forward to it.

Mu Linzhi took the eyebrow pencil, Qingcen leaned over to him, he raised his hand, and he could clearly see a string of worn-out rosary beads on his wrist.

Qing Cen noticed his rosary pendant, and asked a little surprised, "When did you buy this rosary?"

Mu Linzhi gently outlined her eyebrows, and replied with a faint smile, "I didn't buy it. It's an old thing from my old house in Beicheng."

Qing Cen was only focused on admiring the pendant on his wrist, but didn't notice the man's low, awkward cough, and took a cotton swab to help her wipe her eyebrows.

The rosary is very old-fashioned, very common and common.

The two larger rosary beads have the words "Lin" and "Zhi", which look like marks carved with a sharp knife.

Qiu Jin has the strength to carry the wind into the water, but there is a trace of childishness that cannot be concealed.

Only when Qing Cen came back to his senses did he feel the man draw two strokes on his lips, one swipe and one swipe.

"..." The old fox is dead!

With a light smile, Mu Linzhi took the mirror and handed it to her. There were two thick eyebrows in Crayon Shinchan style, and two slender mustaches above her lips.

She laughed out loud, "Pfft...Your uncle!"

Qing Cen picked up the eyebrow razor on the table neatly, "Okay, don't want your fox eyebrows anymore!"

She straddled the wheelchair sullenly, with her two long white legs resting on both sides of the armrests of the wheelchair, easily lifting the neckline of the man's pajamas.

Mu Linzhi's thin lips let out a deep smile, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards, "Baby, don't they always talk about the joy of thrushes? Why are you so angry?"

He easily supported the beauty's waist, but connivingly pretended to be caught by her and couldn't move.

"It's the joy of thrushes that people draw well. If you draw me such a ghost, how happy you make me be, can I be happy!" Qing Cen was so angry that he laughed out loud.

The man still didn't know what to do, "Wife, look, you are smiling very happily."

Qing Cen blushed with anger, and sneered in a low voice, "Old fox, you are really doomed today!"

"Ouch, don't look at evil, don't look at evil." Aunt Jin came in with two glasses of milk and put them on the table beside her.

"Go on, both of you, go on." Aunt Jin left the bedroom with satisfaction.

Qingcen's hand raising the eyebrow razor froze instantly, his face flushed slightly, and he threw away the man's neckline, "Fortunate for you, I'll wash my face and help Aunt Jin make breakfast."

The man's arm refused to let go, and he sniffed the breath on her shoulder, obsessed and nostalgic.

His voice was low and hoarse, "Baby, don't go yet. Stay with me for a while."

(End of this chapter)