After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

As soon as the man in the suit approached, Mo Xiaoyu kicked him.

She doesn't care about wearing a skirt and kicking her legs elegantly or not, her life is more important than anything else.

It's a pity that she lacked strength, and instead, the man in the suit grabbed her ankle.

"Hehe, you delivered it yourself." The man in the suit smiled evilly, and pushed Mo Xiaoyu into the car with all his strength.

"Let me go!" Mo Xiaoyu let go of her hand because of this, and she began to despair.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoyu heard the scream of the man in the suit!
"Ah! Who hit the young master!"

The man in the suit only yelled, and it turned into a cry of pain. Mo Xiaoyu vaguely heard a few punches to the flesh, and when she looked up, she saw the man in the suit fell to the ground in embarrassment after being beaten.

Immediately afterwards, the car door was opened by a slender figure, and a big hand with well-defined bones appeared in front of her.

A cufflink with sapphire and black gemstones came into view.

Mo Xiaoyu's chaotic brain was sober for a moment, realizing whose hand it was, she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

"It's you..." How could it be him?
Why did An Zhengye suddenly appear at the door of the Golden Ring Hotel...

Why can he always save her from the fire and water?
Mo Xiaoyu instantly felt even more drunk.

"Are you okay?" An Zhengye frowned at her.

The dress on Mo Xiaoyu's body was a little messy, the hair that was originally loosely tied was now loose, the hem of the skirt was a little messy, revealing a pair of calves, and even one of the high heels on his feet was missing.

Seeing him, he was stunned for a second, his eyes began to light up, and then he leaned over and rushed over.

"An Zhengye is you."

"It's me, how are you?" An Zhengye stretched out his hand to help Mo Xiaoyu out.

As soon as she got close to her, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

"I'm fine." Mo Xiaoyu said with a big tongue.

An Zhengye frowned involuntarily, turned his head to look, and saw Mo Xiaoyu was supporting his arm and trying to stand still, his eyes that had been clear for a moment just now became foggy.

An Zhengye was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Mo Xiaoyu might be drunk.

"Let's get in the car." An Zhengye couldn't help having a headache.

Fortunately, Mo Xiaoyu was quite obedient, and obediently sat in the car with him.

After getting into the car, Mo Xiaoyu tried to sit up straight by himself, but his body was so limp that he couldn't listen to it.

The moment she recognized An Zhengye, she realized that she was safe, and she couldn't help but relax a little. This relaxation alcohol quickly traveled all over her body, making her unconscious mind instantly confused.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't sit still, so An Zhengye had no choice but to protect her with his hand to prevent her from knocking her head. Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoyu leaned on An Zhengye's shoulder. She found that the pillow was much more comfortable than the seat.

Although her body was full of alcohol, it was also mixed with her own faint fragrance. Laying on An Zhengye's shoulder at this time, the two smells penetrated into the nostrils, and there was an indescribable feeling.

An Zhengye's heart constricted a little, and it started beating wildly for no reason.

His hand touched her arm inadvertently, An Zhengye withdrew his hand as if it was hot, and without his support, Mo Xiaoyu slid down again, An Zhengye had no choice but to hold her, pretending to be angry and said, "Sit down."

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoyu was not afraid at all, and even looked at him and laughed foolishly.

Suddenly stretched out two fingers, and said seriously: "Huh? An Zhengye, how did you become three?"

The veins on An Zhengye's forehead twitched, and he tried to help Mo Xiaoyu sit still.

If you can't be hard, you can only be soft, so An Zhengye had no choice but to patiently say, "Sit down obediently."

As he spoke, he reached out to fasten Mo Xiaoyu's seat belt.

Mo Xiaoyu's alcoholic brain thought that An Zhengye was playing with her: "I don't want to, so I don't want to sit."

Just like that, one kept helping, the other kept hiding. After tossing for a long time, An Zhengye's forehead was slightly sweating, and he compromised: "I won't touch you anymore, you sit still."

"Yeah." Mo Xiaoyu replied like a kitten, maybe he was tired, so he leaned on his shoulder obediently this time.

At this time, the car had left the Golden Ring Hotel and was heading towards the main road.

The driver asked aloud, "Boss An, are you going back to your house?"

"No, go..."

Before An Zhengye finished speaking, Mo Xiaoyu, who had just calmed down, suddenly lowered his head and retched.

An Zhengye was startled: "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?" He said, raising Mo Xiaoyu's head.

As soon as he raised his head, Mo Xiaoyu couldn't control it, and spat it out in one gulp.

Although An Zhengye hid, some of it got on his suit jacket.

An Zhengye suddenly collapsed. Looking at Mo Xiaoyu who started to giggle after throwing up, he resigned himself to his fate and said to the driver, "Go back to my house first."

"Yes, Mr. An." The driver immediately changed his subject.

After being made such a fuss by her, there are no ambiguous thoughts.

An Zhengye took off his suit jacket, opened the car window, and the cool night wind blew into the car, diluting the unpleasant smell.

He just let out a breath when suddenly his body froze.

After Mo Xiaoyu vomited, he was not honest. He leaned on his shoulder and slammed his head wildly, muttering: "It's uncomfortable...it's nice to lean on your back..."

An Zhengye was speechless.

He hasn't disliked her for making trouble, but she has learned to beat her up.

An Zhengye wanted to push Mo Xiaoyu's head away angrily, but he was afraid that she would vomit again, so he and Mo Xiaoyu were in a stalemate for a long time.

Only then did Mo Xiaoyu stand up, leaned against the car window and fell asleep.

"..." He shouldn't have softened his heart just now, he just pushed the girl over to sleep.

But no matter what, Mo Xiaoyu finally calmed down.

An Zhengye took the opportunity to move to the side, away from the vomit.

At the same time, he also moved closer to Mo Xiaoyu, fearing that another accident would happen to her.

When the car arrived at An's villa, An Zhengye left his suit in the car and carried Mo Xiaoyu out of the car.

At first he wanted to take her back to the master bedroom, but seeing Mo Xiaoyu who was sleeping unconscious, An Zhengye couldn't help grinding his teeth. This little grinder made others tormented enough, but he slept soundly.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoyu's dress was crumpled, and there was a lot of vomit on it.

At the very least, she needs to be cleaned up before being sent back to her room.

An Zhengye sighed helplessly, lowered his head and patted Mo Xiaoyu's cheek lightly: "Wake up, wash up before going to bed."

"It's so noisy." Mo Xiaoyu was about to fall asleep, but he raised his eyelids in a daze when he yelled like this, and even slapped him a few times.

"Where is this place?" She asked in a daze.

"This is my home." An Zhengye embraced her with one hand, placed her on the sofa, turned around and fetched a glass of water: "Come on, drink water and rinse your mouth first."

"I don't want it, I don't want water, I want to drink." Mo Xiaoyu turned his head away and started messing around again.

An Zhengye's face was a little dark, and Mo Xiaoyu was still thinking about the fruit wine at the banquet, muttering all the time, he could only hold back his anger, and coaxed: "This is Fruit wine, drink it."

When Mo Xiaoyu heard that it was fruit wine, he immediately behaved.

"I want to drink." He didn't even need to be fed by An Zhengye, so he took the cup and drank it.

The water was tasteless in her mouth, and she was about to spit it out with her mouth flattened because of grievance.

Seeing her expression, An Zhengye quickly took the trash can and caught the water spit out by Mo Xiaoyu.

In the same way, he coaxed her to drink two glasses of water to rinse her mouth, and An Zhengye heaved a sigh of relief.

The next step was to coax Mo Xiaoyu into the bathroom to wash up.

Drinking water is so troublesome, An Zhengye's head is as big as two.

I just think it's harder than taking care of a drunk Mo Xiaoyu than talking about transnational business.

Sighing silently, An Zhengye resigned himself to helping Mo Xiaoyu up: "Go, go upstairs and wash up."

"I don't want to wash, I want to drink!" Mo Xiaoyu said and turned his head to ask for a cup.

An Zhengye hurriedly grabbed her wrist, lowered his voice and said, "Don't make trouble!"

Mo Xiaoyu struggled in his arms dissatisfied. An Zhengye really had nothing to do with her, so he could only lie to comfort her: "Let's go upstairs, go upstairs to wash up, and I'll get you some wine."

Mo Xiaoyu lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, as if to make sure if he was telling the truth.

An Zhengye looked back calmly, thinking that he still couldn't fool this little drunk.

Mo Xiaoyu stared at him seriously for two seconds, then turned his head away suddenly, and began to look at other places.

An Zhengye breathed a sigh of relief, and led her upstairs.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed him by the collar, and complained sadly: "This is my home. I have lived here for two years. Why did you drive me away?"

An Zhengye couldn't help being taken aback, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He didn't speak, Mo Xiaoyu pursed his mouth in aggrieved manner, and cursed: "You heartless scumbag!"

An Zhengye's face turned dark instantly: "You are the one who wants to move out, don't make trouble, let's go upstairs."

"I didn't make trouble, you're just a scumbag." Mo Xiaoyu started to thump again.

An Zhengye listened to her talking about a scumbag, and the veins popped up on his forehead again.

He is too lazy to argue with the drunk, otherwise he must educate this little woman well.

After finally bringing Mo Xiaoyu back to the room, An Zhengye finally heaved a sigh of relief when he put her on the bed.

He looked helplessly at Mo Xiaoyu who was still muttering there, it seemed that it was impossible for her to wash up by herself.

There was no way, An Zhengye walked into the bathroom, got a wet towel, and hurried out.

He was afraid that if one of them missed the jail, Mo Xiaoyu would mess around again.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped out of the bathroom door, and Mo Xiaoyu was still lying on his side in a well-mannered manner.

Putting the towel on Mo Xiaoyu's face, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked at him and muttered, "...I like it."

An Zhengye wiped her cheek and asked softly, "What do you like?"

Mo Xiaoyu stared into his eyes with clear eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Mo Xiaoyu likes An Zhengye."

An Zhengye's heart beat faster, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Don't you dislike me? Just now you called me a scumbag."

After finishing speaking, An Zhengye couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

"I don't want to like you, but Mo Xiaoyu likes you very much." Mo Xiaoyu said with a whimper.

"Aren't you Mo Xiaoyu?" An Zhengye's eyes softened, and the movements of his hands involuntarily became a little lighter.

"I am me, Mo Xiaoyu is Mo Xiaoyu, and I am indeed Mo Xiaoyu." Mo Xiaoyu muttered, confusing An Zhengye.

He originally thought that Mo Xiaoyu was sober, but it seems that he is still drunk.

But drunk speak the truth.