Good Morning, Dear

Mo Li did this just to take better care of her and protect her from harm.

Sometimes, the more stubborn and silent she is, the more distressed and worried he is, for fear that something will happen to her again.

This time she was sold to the beauty salon. She was lucky to meet him. Next time she may not have that kind of luck.

So he has to take care of her!

Is it Zhao Bin? Cheng dongkun? Or Yangsha? Which of them? And what on earth upset her?

They sat side by side, taking a big sip of red wine in his glass and a small sip of red wine in her glass. He drank it all in one gulp, and deliberately said to her, "you're light drinker. You'll get drunk if you don't drink much. You can drink it slowly and finish it several times."

She looked again and again. She took a sip of wine and pretended to be dissatisfied. How can she drink it several times? She finished her drink and put down her glass: "OK, finish it and go to bed."

"Just one drink and you want me to sleep?"

"How many more drinks do you want?"

"You have to drink a bottle or two!"

"... drink a bottle or two. Are you a barrel?"

"The barrel has to start one barrel. My level is not enough."

"...." he poured the wine again, just like that. He took a big bite and she took a small bite. He looked up and drank it again. She could only drink it together. Then, out of control, he drank one cup after another and she took one mouthful after another.

A few drinks, she doesn't remember!

Only know that the alcohol in the body accumulates more and more, ferments rapidly, the mind becomes dizzy, the vision becomes blurred, and the object swings in the eyes. The body floats briskly, like floating in space, and each action is half a beat slower.

This feeling is very special, which makes her have an uncontrollable excitement. She is hi and knows she is drunk. She stands up holding the table: "I can't drink any more. I'm going to bed. Good night!"

"But I haven't had enough, I can't sleep. Yao Yao, I want to hug, I can't sleep." Mo Li will let her go, hold her hand, hold her on her legs, not light, not heavy, not far and not close.

She was just drunk and rational. She thought it was bad to hold her like this.

What if you hold it too tight and kiss it again? She has drunk wine now, and the alcohol has not completely reached her head. When the alcohol has completely reached her head, she may not know to refuse him.

I won't refuse, just in case... Forget it, I don't dare to think

She pushed him away, sat back in her seat, and then drank with him: "OK, I didn't drink enough. I'll drink with you until you don't hug, OK!"

"OK!" he smiled and poured her wine, but he didn't drink any more. He sat and watched her drink. It seemed that she was really going to be drunk. She drank alone with a glass, regardless of whether he drank it or not.

He poured the wine again and again, and she drank again and again... Soon, she was completely drunk. She didn't refuse to pour the wine, but also grabbed the wine. She thought he poured too little: "pour more, pour more... Full..." finally, she was tired, grabbed the wine bottle and poured it herself.

Not good. She just drinks with a bottle!

She drank most of the bottle of red wine by herself. She was so drunk that she giggled wildly... She couldn't stop laughing. For a while, she giggled, for a while, hahaha... For a while, she lay on the table and held her stomach

She laughed endlessly, and the room was full of her drunken laughter!

Moli was amused, took her to her lap and stared at her with doting eyes: "what are you laughing at? You're going to laugh silly!"

She was still laughing, lying in his arms laughing. Don't ask her what she laughs at. She doesn't know. She just wants to laugh and can't stop laughing. Reason becomes an old friend and emotion becomes a stranger. She no longer belongs to herself, but to alcohol.

She was completely controlled by alcohol and deeply attracted by the male smell of Mo Li. She thought it smelled great.

Heartstrings are stirred!

The original desire is publicized and burst!

She is no longer shy and sober. She was full of blood and surging. She opened her feet and sat across his legs. Then hold his face, find the place with the strongest breath and kiss it.

Moli was flattered, and she was not quite sure whether she was really drunk or fake drunk. If it's a fake drunkenness, isn't his trick... He doesn't dare to enter the play too soon and pushes her away: "Yao Yao, don't do this! You're so ashamed of others."

Somebody else? So ashamed?

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Cheng Qingyao was so drunk that he didn't even want to laugh at him. Not only didn't make fun of him, but also hummed very reluctantly. He squeezed his body forward and didn't want to be pushed away. The tip of his tongue also stretched out to describe all the way along his lip line: "... Well... Fragrant..."

Mo Li's heart beat twice. What do you want? Want him? Well, well, he's her. When she wants it and when he gives it. Just, let's talk about business first.

Then he pushed her away, looked at her drunken little face and asked, "tell me, what happened at home? Who upset you? Who upset you?"

Cheng Qingyao is so crazy that she can't squeeze forward. She wants to kiss but can't kiss. She pulls her hair in a hurry.

He took her hand and asked her again, "baby, tell me what happened in my family?"

Cheng Qingyao thought again and again, home? At home? At home? Oh... When I thought of it, I poured it into his arms and said softly, "he won't give up his marriage... He's very angry... He knows that Mo and I are separated and still want to get married... Marriage can kill him... He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand anything..."

"Just because of this?" Mo Li couldn't believe it, because before drinking, she insisted it wasn't because of this. He raised her chin and let her look at his face.

She couldn't see clearly and replied vaguely: "he's so annoying... Very childish... He doesn't understand me at all... I said no, he never listens... Sometimes I think such people kill one less... But no, he's good to me... Good..."

Then she couldn't control her mouth at all. She kept muttering that Zhao's mother was good to her and gave her examples of the things she bought for her.

Mo Li didn't let her finish, but asked her, "are there any other troubles besides Zhao Bin? Such as Dad? Such as Mom?"

"He is not my father... I tell you, quietly tell you, he is not my father, really, not..." she said very seriously, her eyes were particularly bright and her voice was particularly mysterious.

Mo Li misunderstood and thought she was joking. She thought she hated Cheng dongkun and didn't want a father like Cheng dongkun. He patted her on the back, smiled and said, "well, he's not your father. You don't have such a bad father."

Cheng Qingyao nodded approvingly, yes! That's right!

Then he asked, "what about your mother? Is there anything bothering you about your mother?"

Cheng Qingyao blinks, tilts her head and thinks hard... Mom? Who's mom? Where's my mother... I can't go. He has something in his hand and something in his hand... My mother's voice floated to her ear from a long distance. She waved hard to Moli and tried to organize language to tell him: "Mom... Things, things... What my mother said... Things that don't know..."

Um!

this is it!

Mo Li is listening in the clouds and doesn't understand this mess? What do you mean something you don't know? What's that? Asked her again, she still said so. If she said it twice, she would still be very upset. She pulled her hair and slapped him on the face.

Then, she found something. Hei hei smiled at him and tied his lips... Sucking and nibbling... The sound of babbling echoed throughout the living room