Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

The voice of Li Ye praying for coolness came, "I'm an office, not your bedroom. I'll come back and go wherever I come from. Don't toss around if you have nothing. I'm busy."

"Busy flattering women, promising!" Mo Beichen sneered.

Li Yeqi picked his eyebrow, "aren't you?"

Gu Qian listened to their childish quarrel. She couldn't help stroking her forehead. "You two are only three years old. You can't get up. If you don't get up, I'll go."

With that, she turned around and was about to leave. Her wrist was suddenly held by the man's warm palm. She stepped once. She subconsciously wanted to get rid of his hand, but he held it tightly, "shallow, help me up."

Gu Qian pursed his lips, and finally bent down to help him up. Looking at his frown, she seemed very painful. She said, "you deserve to drink so much wine. Now you know it's hard?"

Mo Beichen leaned on her. His warm and fragrant body seemed to ease his headache. He said, "it's uncomfortable, shallow."

Li Yeqi saw that he was a big man and spoiled. He had no eyes to continue watching. He pressed out the cigarette butt and opened the file to look at it.

Gu Qian bent over and put on his shoes. "Go back first. When you see the drugstore later, I'll buy you alcohol antidotes."

"I don't like antidotes. You cook antidote Soup for me." When Mo Beichen saw her pick up his suit and mobile phone, he was very satisfied. He really liked her feeling of taking care of himself, as if he was loved by her.

Gu Qian ignored him. "Get up, the driver is waiting downstairs."

Mo Beichen stood up and the whole person was whirling around. Gu Qian quickly stretched out his hand to hold him. The man leaned on her and gave her all the weight of his body.

Gu Qian propped up his weight and walked to the door of the office.

Until downstairs, black Maybach stopped there. The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door. When the two people sat in the car, he closed the door, turned and quickly got on the car and drove away.

The car was haunted by the wine smell from men, mixed with the smell of clear male hormones. The taste was very unique, but it didn't smell bad. Gu Qian leaned against the door and looked out of the window.

She was surprised that she would come to pick him up.

Suddenly, her legs sank. She looked down and saw Mo Beichen resting on her legs. Her body immediately stiffened and her hands wanted to push his head away, "brother, you..."

"Don't move." Mo Beichen grabbed her wrist. He whispered, "I'm very uncomfortable. Let me lie down for a while."

Gu Qian bit his lip and finally didn't push him away. She tried not to look at him, but how could she ignore the weight of her legs, especially her burning eyes.

Gu was slightly annoyed. "Don't look. Close your eyes."

Mo Beichen smiled and played with her fingers. His slender fingers were soft and slender. He suddenly said, "how long have you not played the piano?"

As the adopted daughter of the Mohist family, Gu Qian was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. She was also forced by Mrs. Mo to learn ballet for several years. Later, she hurt her ankle for competition. Since then, Mo Beichen has not allowed her to learn ballet.

She still remembers what Mo Beichen said when he rebelled against Mrs. Mo, "even if she can't do anything, we Mohists can afford it."

That's how she felt at home for the first time.

"It seems a long time." Gu Qian said faintly.

"You look the most beautiful and shallow when you play the piano. Don't give up your hobbies."

"I didn't give up, but now I'm busy with my work and I'm not interested in playing. Aren't you dizzy? Then sit up and let uncle Yang see. " Gu Qian pushed his head. If his handsome face hadn't been dyed thin red, she would think he was drunk.

Mo Beichen suddenly put her face on her lower abdomen. Her clothes were thin. The man's hot breath passed through her clothes. Her whole body was stiff, "you?"

"Headache, shallow, press it for me." The man's tone was unconsciously coquettish. Seeing that she didn't move, he leaned in her arms again, and the tip of his nose almost touched her navel through his clothes.

The hot breath sprayed on the top of her navel, and her scalp felt numb. The man was really grinding human essence, and she didn't dare to move at all. "Brother, get up first."

"No, headache, shallow, headache."

The coquettish tone is completely a child seeking reward.

Gu Qian really wants to touch his forehead. When did this man become so difficult? Seeing that he kept rubbing her belly, she had to surrender at last. Rouruo's boneless little hand pulled his handsome face over and pressed his soft fingertips on his temples.

"Dare you drink so much wine next time? I'm not afraid to die drunk in a wine jar. " Gu Qian didn't expect the man drinking to grind people so much. She knew she shouldn't have run to pick him up because of the seven elder brother's sarcastic words.

She's totally looking for abuse.

Mo Beichen sighed, "it's so comfortable."

Sighs were so full that Gu Qian's face was slightly red. She pressed it not light or heavy. For a time, the man resting on her knee had no voice. She thought he was asleep. As soon as she was about to take his hand off, she heard him whisper, "continue."

Gu Qian was entangled by him and kept pressing his temples to alleviate his discomfort. When the car stopped, she found that she had arrived at the Mohist villa.

Her fingers were so sore that they were going to waste. She took her hand away. "Brother, you're home. Get off."

Mo Beichen opened his eyes and looked at her delicate chin. He regretted: "it's here so soon?"

Gu Qian held his head and sat him up, "get off."

With that, she took the lead in pushing open the door and getting off.

Mo Beichen thought very clearly, that is, her legs were a little soft. As soon as she got off the bus, she rushed to the ground. Gu Qian was quick in eyes and hands, and quickly helped him. Her heart pounded with fear.

"You stand firm."

Mo Beichen pressed the weight of the whole body on her again. Seeing her struggling to help him, he would be satisfied, "my legs are soft, you help me in."

Gu Qian frowned. "Wine is really a good thing. It can turn people who walk like flying into waste."

“……”

Mo Beichen's eyebrows jumped, waste?

Gu Qian helped him into the villa and threw him on the sofa. She panted and said, "I don't know what you're eating. Why is it so heavy?"

Mo Beichen lay on the sofa and said coquettishly, "shallow, go and cook me sober soup."

Gu Qian found that she had been haunted by him and forgot to buy him sober soup. She looked at the man's flushed cheeks and confused look. She picked up her cell phone and turned into the kitchen to search for how to cook sober soup.

After cooking the sobering soup, Mo Beichen fell asleep again. She stood next to the sofa. After a while, she put down the sobering soup and didn't wake him up. Instead, she covered him with a thin blanket. She turned and went upstairs.