she fell from the galaxy

Mo Sihan leaned on the sofa, swung the red wine glass in his hand, and looked at her leisurely.

"Little Youth League is my life." Mo Sihan stood up and stopped shaking the wine glass in his hand.

His slender figure is mysterious and tall under the interlaced light and dark, with an innate aura of a king.

He is a domineering president in the business world who calls the wind and rains and strategizes.

He is a man who attracts the attention of all Jincheng, and he should live above the gods.

But he said that a baby who is less than four years old is his life.

Maybe Mo Sihan wasn't lying, but the conversation between them came to a deadlock because of this sentence.

The whole room was under low pressure, and the surrounding air made Zhu Wuyou feel oppressed.

"So?" There was anger in Zhu Wuyou's eyes.

Mo Sihan stared straight at her, making her heart shudder, and then looked away very calmly.

"So don't expect me to compromise on this matter." The male voice on the other end had a chill in it, and then he hesitated to speak, "Unless..."

Zhu Wuyou narrowed his almond eyes: "Unless what?"

Mo Sihan raised his head and drank the liquid in the cup, with a smile on his lips: "Unless you give me another child."

"Neuropathy!"

Zhu Wuyou stood up angrily from the sofa and wanted to leave.

Mo Sihan grabbed her wrist like lightning, and pushed her down on the sofa, the man's tall body was crushed down.

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and met the woman's starry eyes.

Zhu Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes looked a little flustered.

Mo Sihan stretched out his hand to brush the messy bangs on her forehead, and gently stroked the woman's fragile cheek with his big, well-knit hand, feeling a strange sense of touch.

"Do not touch me!"

Zhu Wuyou's eyes were full of anger, his limbs fluttered wildly, scratching at him like a wild cat.

Mo Sihan pinched her chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him, like a wild beast approaching its prey, exuding a strong aggression.

Zhu Wuyou glared: "You want to do something wrong again? Mo Sihan, you clearly promised that you won't do anything to me until the misunderstanding between you and me is explained clearly."

A man's mouth, a liar.

The smile on Mo Sihan's lips deepened, and his sexy thin lips brushed her cheeks, whispering in her ear: "I've changed my mind."

His laugh is presumptuous and evil.

There was a dangerous cold light flickering in his eyes, and the excitatory factors in his body screamed wildly under the influence of alcohol.

He has endured it for a long time, and he wants to do something wrong to her too much.

He had waited three full years for this day.

In the next second, the man's lonely lips were pressed down hard, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol and smoke.

The woman's eyes were like a helpless deer, struggling in a panic but unable to break free.

She stared at him angrily and threatened him angrily: "Don't think that you don't have to take legal responsibility for anything you do after drinking a little wine."

There was depression in the man's hoarse voice: "I can't control that much anymore."

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

Mo Sihan gently bit her earlobe, feeling like an electric shock, it was numb.

His thin lips lightly brushed her collarbone, biting the button of her shirt, exploring her chest...

"Bastard! Stop it!" Zhu Wuyou's eyes were full of shame and anger.

Zhu Wuyou knew that she couldn't go back with this man who bullied her.

Mo Sihan's bloodshot eyes were filled with lust, and he had no time to care about the woman's begging.

"Master!"

The servant ran downstairs, but was too frightened by the ambiguous scene before him to make a sound.

Mo Sihan's chaotic eyes were replaced by murderous chills: "What's the matter?"

The servant lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Little master... woke up, crying for mother."

Mo Sihan stood up reluctantly, he looked even taller under the light, but the lust in his eyes did not fade away.

Zhu Wuyou ran into him in a panic and ran away from him.

Looking at her running back, Mo Sihan's eyes gradually became gloomy, and his clenched fists were tightening...

He went to the wine cabinet to open a bottle of red wine again, drank one after another distractedly, and smoked one cigarette after another, as if only tobacco and alcohol could relieve the heat and boredom.

This is already the second empty bottle, and it's only a matter of time before I get drunk.

At exactly ten o'clock, the drunk Mo Sihan staggered up the stairs.

When he opened the door and entered the room and turned on the light, he found that there was no one on the bed.

Mo Sihan laughed, and said incoherently, "I went to the wrong room."

Holding on to the wall, Mo Sihan stumbled to the room next door to Xiaoqingtuan.

The doors of any room in this villa do not have a locking function, so it is not safe for Zhu Wuyou to sleep tonight.

The sound of footsteps came, and Zhu Wuyou, who had been pretending to be asleep, felt nervous and angry.

Zhu Wuyou originally thought that Mo Sihan would not dare to come to this room because of Xiao Qingtuan, but he still came.

For a man who drinks shards, he doesn't know what he did when he was drunk.

The tangy smell of alcohol hit her face, and Mo Sihan lay on top of her like a puddle of mud.

"Wife!"

"Go away!"

Zhu Wuyou pushed him hard, and Mo Sihan suddenly fell off the bed, lying on the floor with his feet up.

He rolled over and was as comfortable as sleeping in his own bed.

Zhu Wuyou turned on the light and sat up, staring at him bitterly: "Drunk men are really hateful!"

At this moment, Mo Sihan's expression looked somewhat silly, and he kept muttering something: "Today...is my birthday, and it's also my mother's death day..."

"Mom...why did you insist on committing suicide on this day...it made me never dare to celebrate my birthday...Mom..." His mood seemed to fluctuate greatly, and he began to cry like a woman.

Zhu Wuyou didn't understand a word of what Mo Sihan was saying.

But she was still shocked that a domineering man like him would look like this after drunk.

Vulnerable, helpless, sad like a child.

Zhu Wuyou suddenly thought of a sentence: The pain in a man's heart is released after he is drunk.

Most likely all sentient beings are suffering.

Women have a strong sense of guard against the strong, but it is difficult not to feel compassion for the weak.

No matter how much she hated him, she still couldn't hate him in this state.

Zhu Wuyou sighed, and went to the closet to get a quilt to cover him.

"Wish you no worries!"

Zhu Wuyou, who left on tiptoe, was shocked when he heard him call her suddenly.

Mo Sihan's drunken gibberish started again, but she understood this sentence.

The man's deep voice came: "I hate you to the bone, and love you to the bone."

Zhu Wuyou's pupils trembled instantly, and she was so terrified that she almost ran away from the door.

Back in the house, she was still in shock, but after thinking about it, she found it ridiculous.

Zhu Wuyou shook his head incomprehensibly, with a trace of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "He must have said this to Su Lan, right?"

*
The next day.

When Zhu Wuyou opened his eyes, he saw the white ceiling, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"Are you awake?"

Trembling all over, this voice... 
She turned her head stiffly, and what caught her eyes was the handsome facial features of the man.
The sunlight reflected on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he was as handsome as a god.

Compared to last night when he was drunk, Zhu Wuyou hated Mo Sihan's domineering and stern aura.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, Zhu Wuyou frowned: "Where's the little youth group?"

"I asked Yan Qing to take her outside to play in the sand." Mo Sihan's tone was steady, his face always calm.

His indifference and calmness were as if nothing had happened last night.

Zhu Wuyou looked up at the clock on the wall, it was already ten o'clock.

She didn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning, she didn't fall asleep until dawn.

"Come down to eat when you wake up." Mo Sihan said in a steady tone.

After speaking, he got up and strode out of the room.

Different from each other, completely different from each other.

Zhu Wuyou couldn't help rubbing his forehead, and began to wonder if what happened last night was a dream.

As soon as Zhu Wuyou reached the stairs, he saw the little green group who came back from playing in the sand and rushed into Mo Sihan's arms.

"Daddy!" The cute doll-like little Qing Tuan's rosy face was like a red apple.

Mo Sihan, who was still like an iceberg just a second ago, lost the sharpness in his eyes, and smiled unconsciously.

His eyes were gentle and kind, overflowing with pampering and sweetness.

"Are you tired from playing?" Mo Sihan picked up Xiao Qingtuan and kissed her cute face.

The figure that appeared on the stairs caught Xiao Qingtuan's attention.

"Mummy!"

Xiao Qingtuan's small body instantly bowed like a boiled red shrimp, shouting to go down to find her mother
Mo Sihan put down the little youth group, and she ran all the way, smiling like a sunflower, and ran towards Zhu Wuyou.

"Mum, can you play with Xiaoqingtuan?" The soft and waxy voice was extremely ear-piercing.

The corners of Zhu Wuyou's lips raised unconsciously: "Okay!"

Who would have thought that Mo Sihan, who is brave and arrogant in the mall, just such a scene is enough to touch the softness in his heart.

In the afternoon, the family of three lay on the beach chairs to enjoy the sea breeze, and the tired little youth fell asleep beside Zhu Wuyou.

Mo Sihan took off his sunglasses, turned his head and asked Zhu Wuyou, "Shall we start over?"

Zhu Wuyou was stunned for several seconds, then coldly rejected him: "Not good."

"If you promise to start over with me, we will return to Jincheng today."

Zhu Wuyou was disdainful: "I suddenly feel that it's good to stay here."

Mo Sihan released the bait: "If you knew what happened to your Lin family in the past few days, you probably wouldn't be able to stay here any longer."

"What the hell happened?" Zhu Wuyou ticked it off.

"Your Lin's company has gotten into some trouble recently and was sued."

"I don't understand business matters, and I don't want to care about them."

"Then your mother doesn't care?"

"What happened to my mother?"

"You might as well read it yourself." Mo Sihan opened a news item on his phone and asked her to read it.

It turned out that sister Luar had an accident, which also affected her mother.

Mo Sihan told her in a dull tone: "I heard that Lin Shaoshan was very angry when he found out about this. Your mother is having a hard time at the Lin family."

She had only been out for a few days, and she didn't expect so many things to happen.

Zhu Wuyou frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Zhu Wuyou said, "It's not impossible to start over, but you have to promise me a few things."

The corner of Mo Sihan's mouth twitched, and he said with great interest, "Tell me."

Zhu Wuyou said solemnly: "First, if the crisis of the Lin family is caused by you, I hope you can help solve it."

"Although it has nothing to do with me, for your sake I am willing to help."

"Second, I want to open a store in your dream mall, and the address is opposite to the SM wedding dress flagship store."

Mo Sihan smiled: "You want me to shoot myself in the foot."

"Then I'll take it as your rejection."

"No, for Xiaoqingtuan, I can promise you anything."

If you want to leave this small island, it seems that you have to use this tactic to delay the attack.