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Chapter 1847 Juvenile Drunk (2)

Yang Moyan: "..."

He rubbed his forehead, feeling uncomfortable with a headache.

He was clearly drunk, but in the end he couldn't resist the young man's various delays, so he reluctantly raised his hand and walked out.

But along the way, the boy has never been safe.

"Well, I still want to drink!"

"Enough, you're drunk."

"No! I still want to drink!" Lin Zhaoxia waved her hands restlessly.

Yang Moyan held the person firmly, but he knew that his footsteps were going soft.

"Don't move around, or I'll lose you."

As a last resort, he could only threaten.

It's a pity that the young man doesn't follow his example.

The price after the threat was over, the young man stretched out his hand, opened her drunken eyes, and slapped Yang Moyan's cheeks with both hands!
Then a pinch, and then a hard kneading.

Seeing that the handsome face in front of him changed shape, the boy burst out laughing.

Yang Moyan: "..."

After finally getting the boy into the car, a voice sounded from behind: "Master Yang, I am someone sent by Master Xiao. If you are drunk, it is safer for me to drive."

Yang Moyan didn't force it, after all, he also had a headache now.

After nodding lightly, he got into the seat behind.

The driver's seat in front was opened, Yang Moyan raised his hand and threw the car key over, and then he didn't care about anything else.

And the main thing is that he can't control it.

Because the boy just followed the back seat and grunted backwards to the car seat!
Obviously Yang Moyan put her well just now, but who knew that she suddenly moved.

Yang Moyan could only bend down to pull him up.

The car starts driving at this time.

Yang Moyan wanted to pull him over as soon as possible.

As a result, the young man suddenly pulled his neckline again. The force was so strong that Yang Moyan was caught off guard. In the next second, his thin lip was bitten.

Yang Moyan frowned in pain.

The lips were loosened again, and the young man murmured in his ears: "What is so soft..."

Yang Moyan: "..."

He struggled to pull him up, "Don't make trouble, be honest!"

"I do not!"

Lin Zhaoxia confronted him, twisted her body, and the result was that she fell again!

This time it was good, he knocked his head directly, and there was a loud sound, accompanied by a muffled groan from the boy.

The driver in front heard it, and stepped on the brakes on purpose: "Master Yang, is Young Master Lin alright?"

"It's okay, you drive normally, don't worry about it."

Yang Moyan made a sound, and raised his hand to catch the boy again.

Lin Zhaoxia was covering the place where she was knocked, her face full of grievances.

However, this kind of knocking also woke her up a lot from her drunkenness.

"It hurts..." she said pitifully.

Yang Moyan glanced at her, "Yes."

"Hmmm...you say me?" Lin Zhaoxia blinked, realized it belatedly, and howled, "You say me? You say me?? You say me!?"

The corner of Yang Moyan's lips twitched, "I didn't mention you."

"Then what do you think?"

"I said I should."

"Why do you say you should?"

"Because I shouldn't have brought you back."

Yang Moyan tugged at the corners of his lips.

The boy didn't respond, and after listening to it, he looked up and thought foolishly.

Dull and quiet for at least half an hour.

During this period, Yang Moyan heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the boy had fallen asleep.

As a result, the boy sitting on the body suddenly jumped up again, "What did you just say? Say it again!"

Yang Moyan pursed his lips and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)