Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Mu Ting looked curious. She just saw her brother's secretary holding the handbag and thought it was very beautiful. Unexpectedly, she handed it to herself at this second. She put the glass on the table, opened her handbag, and when she saw what was inside, her face stagnated.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Mu Ting's expression was stiff and her voice trembled.

Mujing looked at his sister and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He knew that his sister liked Han Qichen from childhood. But the man doesn't have eyes and has never seen his sister.

But it doesn't matter. As a brother, he will help his sister smooth the road.

"Don't ask, wait a minute... If he's drunk, you go to room 910!" Mujing patted his sister on the shoulder.

Mu Ting looked at her brother strangely, her eyes full of tangles, "brother, I can't do such a thing. When he wakes up, he will blame me... "

"Silly sister!" Mu Jing smiled, "don't worry, he won't!" After that, a trace of cruelty flashed in Mujing's eyes.

When the time came, Han Qichen held all the handles in his hands. He didn't have any chance to challenge!

In Mu Jing's expectant eyes, Mu Ting walked towards Han Qichen with her glass in a trance.

She had a beautiful red handbag in her hand. Originally, there was only a small thing in it. It was light, but it was as heavy as a kilo in her hand.

In that handbag, there is a room card and a condom.

Mu Ting is no longer a child. She knows what Mu Jing means and guesses that there must be something strange in the glass of wine handed to her by her brother.

But... The temptation is too big!

Finally she went to the bed again and saw the man standing tall and straight in the wind.

"Brother Han!" Mu Ting whispered.

Han Qichen looked back in surprise, "Why are you here again?"

Mu Ting shook her head, glanced at her eyes and found that Han Qichen's glass was empty.

After a while, the heart pounded at top speed.

"Well... I think you've finished drinking, so I brought you a glass!" Mu Ting took the wine cup out of her hand. After she said that, she kept the posture of handing the wine, her eyes floated to one side, and she didn't dare to look at Han Qichen's face.

Han Qichen looked at Mu Ting, slightly raised his eyebrows, and a hint of meditation flashed in his eyes.

"Good!" He took the glass and put it on one side of the table.

Mu Ting's eyes flashed, "don't you drink?"

The question was inappropriate and seemed too hasty. Mu Ting also realized that something was wrong, and then smiled and didn't speak.

The corners of Han Qichen's mouth gently stirred up, and his eyes were cold. He held the goblet tightly with his two fingers. The movement was very much like the scene in the movie.

"Just a little thirsty!" He said and took a sip.

Mu Ting watched him drink and her pupils tightened slightly.

"That... I... I'll go over!" She ran away, afraid that her expression was too strange to expose the matter.

Han Qichen looked at Mu Ting's back, and a mocking smile came up at the corners of his mouth.

Then I saw him leaning against the window, his arm tilted slightly, and the wine in the glass was silently scattered outside the window.

After three rounds of drinking, the people in the room are slightly drunk. Of course, whether they are really drunk is another matter.