Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

She hates you.

She hates you——

Mo insisted on the original slightly drunk eyes, pupil tightening.

After half a sound, he slowly lowered his head, the broken hair in front of his forehead covered his eyebrows and eyes, like a wounded beast.

Ye Qingqing took the opportunity to hold his arm, want to help him up, "let's go, I'll take you back."

She can't really send Mo back to Mohist villa.

Such a good opportunity, of course, is to open a room in a hotel.

Ye Qingqing glances at Mo's handsome and extraordinary face, and her mouth can't help rising.

"Well? Brother Zhiyan, why did you come out by yourself? "

A voice came over, left when in a hurry to run forward, a hold ink insist.

Looking up again, after the eyes of the upper leaf green, he said strangely, "how are you? What are you doing? "

"I..." Ye Qingqing's face of danger is not chaotic appearance, gentle smile way, "originally is you and insist on speech together drinking? Today, I came to this bar to play. When I saw Zhiyan sitting alone on the bar, he looked drunk and unconscious, so I wanted to send him home. "

"You don't have to. I'll take brother Zhiyan back."

Ye Qingqing nodded, "OK, be careful on the way."

Watching these two people leave, ye Qingqing is a little reluctant to hold her hand.

It's a pity.

Such a good opportunity, if only something could happen with adamant.

But when you think of the appearance of Mo's insistence, ye Qingqing raised her hair with her hand again, and she was very proud with a smile.

Don't worry, as long as Mo Da Shao's heart is dead to Ning Wanxing, is she afraid that ye Qingqing doesn't have a chance to be a superior?

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The next day.

Mo insisted that his head hurt.

He sat up, his fingers deep in his hair, and frowned slightly.

Take a look at the time. It's 7:30 in the morning.

What happened to... Last night?

Mo Zhiyan's hand touched his forehead. He remembered the scene when he saw Ning Wanxing coming down from Xiao Jingchen's car yesterday. His eyes suddenly became extremely awe inspiring.

The memory is broken in the bar where I drank with Zuo Shi.

He can't remember what happened later.

I just remember that he made a call to Ning Wanxing with someone else's mobile phone.

He seems to... Let Ning Wanxing come to him.

Is Ning Wanxing here?

He has no memory.

Just then, the phone rang.

Zuo Shi is asking for credit, "brother Zhiyan? Are you better? Do you know how much wine you drank last night? It's unconscious! It took me a lot of effort to get you back to Mohist villa! "

Mo insisted on lazily leaning on the head of the bed, some messy robes on his body, revealing a piece of sexy clavicle, voice with just wake up hoarse, "last night only you?"

"Otherwise! I brought you back by myself

Mo insisted the Mou son of the speech was cold to go on, some sarcastic pulled to pull corners of the mouth.

"But... Doodle doodle."

He has hung up the phone.

Mo insisted on throwing the mobile phone, calm a handsome face to the bathroom.

With cold water in hand, Mo insists on pressing his hands on the washing table and looking at himself in the mirror.

The water kept condensing in his beautiful chin, pattering, pattering down.

The silence of the world is terrible.

He drank like that last night, and almost lowered all his postures to let her come.

Ning Wanxing still didn't come.

She doesn't care about him at all.

Never cared.

He clenched the edge of the washing table with his slender fingers, looked at himself in the mirror and repeated what he said yesterday word by word

"That's it."