Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Mo Qian's punishment hasn't touched wine for a long time. It seems that the mass he practiced at dinner has disappeared.

Si Mu had just finished drinking a glass of wine, and Mo Qian had already seen a low in a whole bottle of wine.

Mo Qianxing picked up the bottle of beer next to Si Mu and was about to pour it into the cup. Si Mu quickly stopped, "Mr. Mo, I took you out to eat and drink to vent your emotions, but I didn't call you such a drinking method."

Mo Qian looked at Si Mu and said coldly, "take your hands off."

"Yes." then he looked in the direction of the back kitchen, "aunt! Four more bottles of wine!"

"OK!"

The landlady put the beer on the table, skillfully opened a bottle and handed it to Mo Qian.

"Young man, what's the matter? I'm not happy. It's not a matter of work to see you dressed in expensive clothes. That's a matter of emotion. Are you lovelorn?"

Si Mu thought that Mo Qianxing would give his aunt a big white eye. As a result, Mo Qianxing took the wine handed to him by his aunt, "it's a quarrel."

"Quarrel? If you quarrel, boys should take the initiative to admit their mistakes and coax girls! Girls are very easy to coax. In those days, my husband could coax me. Although he was just a poor boy and didn't look good, he was kind to me! Boys should be able to talk. Girls should quarrel with you. Don't quarrel with him. Only in this way can you live a happy life."

Mo Qian nodded, "thank you, aunt."

"No thanks, no thanks. There are too many people. I'll be busy first."

"Well, aunt, you're busy." Si Mu took over.

After aunt left, Mo Qianxing began to drink again, "aunt is right, but I can't be good to her."

"Aunt told you this is not to let you continue to drink, and song Ran is right beside you. Why can't you treat her well?"

"I'm not good to her. They don't get along well. She's not happy and I'm not happy. But if I'm good to her, I always think I'm sorry for my parents. I'm sorry for Mo, and Lin Langcheng won't let her go after knowing that. I want her to be safe."

"In short, you still love song ran, but you don't know how to express your love."

"I don't know."

"OK, you drink, I'll accompany you, but this time."

Mo Qianxing poured two more bottles of beer, and his cheeks fainted with red. Si Mu didn't drink any more because he thought he would drive later.

Mo Qianxing was already drunk, but he still poured wine into his cup.

Si Mu shouted in the direction of the landlady, "aunt! I'll give you the money. I'll go first!"

"OK! Come often in the future! Be careful on the road!"

"Good bye, aunt!"

Si Mu helped Mo Qian Xing to the side of the car. Although the two men were about the same size, Si Mu was negligent in exercising and had some difficulty in plugging Mo Qian Xing into the co pilot.

After getting on the bus, Si Mu didn't know where to send Mo Qian's punishment. Can't the company go, go to the hotel, go back to Mojia, or take it back to your own home?

Just as Si Mu was wandering, President of Mo University said, "go home, go home, find song ran." but we always drank a little too much and couldn't spit clearly. Si Mu didn't hear clearly.

"Go back to your house and find song ran? Is that what you mean?"

Mo Qianxing's voice became louder and his hands began to wave dishonestly. He shouted, "go home, go home, song ran, I want song ran. Ranran, don't blame me, Ranran, Ranran!"

Si Mu has a headache. Why is president Mo Da tossed like this by song ran?

Si Mu had a good drink. He drank a glass of beer and sat in the stall with Mo Qianxing for more than an hour in winter. The thin smell of wine had long dispersed.

At this time, it is nearly 11 o'clock at night, which is the peak of drunk driving. Therefore, there are many traffic police on the road at this time, especially in big cities like city A.

Not surprisingly, they met the traffic police to check drunk driving.

The traffic police stopped Mo Qianxing, the windy Rolls Royce phantom, and knocked on the window.

Si Mu lowered the window, and the traffic police directly faced the smell of wine.

Si Mu smiled, "brother traffic police, you're still working so late. It's hard for you." he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the traffic police.

The traffic policeman was selfless and said coldly, "don't play tricks with me. It's so alcoholic. Go ahead and use an alcohol detector."

The implication of the traffic police is that you admit drunk driving or I'll measure it for you.

In order to save trouble, Si Mu didn't want to explain too much to the traffic police, "I'm a driver. This is my boss. I drink too much when I go out to talk about business. The basic professional ethics of a professional driver is not to drink, right? I'm a good citizen of city a who abides by the law, but I won't violate the rules of drunk driving."

The traffic police handed over the alcohol detector, "don't talk nonsense, try it."

Si Mu took over the tester, blew it and passed the test.

Si Mu smiled and handed over the detector, "brother traffic police, I'll tell you. I'm a good citizen who abides by the law and won't do anything illegal."

The traffic policeman nodded, "OK, let's go."

Si Mu waved to the traffic police, closed the window, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car went away.

Just arrived at the Mohist family, Si Mu parked his car in the Mohist family's garage and got off to pull out Mo Qian's punishment.

As soon as Mo Qian Xing got out of the door, he immediately vomited. The outer and inner windbreaker and suit were stained with stains, and the smell of wine came to his face.

Si Mu pinches his nose and just wants to quickly get Mo Qian's punishment in and give it to song ran.

Si Mu looked at Mo Qian's embarrassed appearance and sighed. If Mo Qian was sober, he would not allow himself to be such an image anyway.

Si Mu spent nine cattle and two tigers to help Mo Qian Xing to the front door of the Mohist family.

Before, in order to facilitate Sima's access to the Mohist school, Mo Qianxing specially entered Sima's fingerprint and face into the smart password lock of the gate, so Sima didn't have much effort to enter the Mohist residential area.

The Mohists built a small house beside the Mohist villa for their servants to provide them with accommodation and other living conditions. At this time, song ran was the only one in the main villa.

Si Mu knows that song ran lives on the second floor, but he doesn't know which room.

Si Mu puts Mo Qianxing on the sofa and goes upstairs to find song ran.

"Song ran, song ran, song ran!"

Si Mu knows that it is immoral to wake up someone who should be sleeping in the middle of the night, but in order to promote the intimacy between Mo Qianxing and song ran and to go home early and have a comfortable sleep, Si Mu Huo went out.

Song ran slept very little, especially after a quarrel with Mo Qianxing.

She vaguely heard someone calling her outside the room, and subconsciously got out of bed to open the door.

Song ran was still a little confused when she opened the door. Her eyes didn't open.