President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

Quan Tingmo carried Ye Wanwan into the car, attached himself to fasten her seat belt, and was about to get up, but she stretched out her arms to hug her.

"Headache."

Ye Wanwan muttered in a low voice, wrapped her arms around Quan Tingmo's waist, buried her head in his neck, and exhaled softly.

The body tensed up in an instant, and the two embraced in an extremely ambiguous and presumptuous movement.

"Hey, let me take you back, okay?"

Quan Tingmo was a little helpless, and he didn't care about the strange eyes around him. He reached out and patted Ye Wanwan's back, and whispered as if coaxing a child.

After a while, Ye Wanwan let him go, tilted her head and leaned on the car seat, and there was no movement.

Quan Tingmo let out a long sigh of relief, closed the car door, then turned around and got into the driver's seat, drove the car out of Xiqing, and drove towards Quan Zhai.

Ye Wanwan was very stable along the way. Quan Tingmo pulled a blanket from the back seat to cover her body, and she obediently put her hand in it.

The frown eased a lot, Quan Tingmo was really worried that she would go crazy with alcohol.

But when she arrived in front of Quan Ting's house, something was obviously wrong with Ye Wanwan. She didn't go crazy with alcohol, but kept leaning on Quan Tingmo's body.

This woman is taking medicine!
This was the first thought that popped into Quan Tingmo's mind. He shook her body, but found that she seemed to have calmed down again.

Curly eyelashes flickering in the night, red lips and white teeth, leaning obediently in his arms, like a sleeping kitten.

Things don't look bad.

Quan Tingmo was worried about waking up the little guy, seeing that her condition was not bad, he carried her directly to the room.

Carefully putting it on the bed, Ye Wanwan got into the quilt consciously, being so obedient.

Quan Tingmo took off his coat, pulled off his tie, put his hands on his hips, let out a long sigh of relief, and prepared to leave.

He turned off the light conveniently, and just took two steps, the person who was still on the bed just now stuck up, the smell of alcohol wrapped around him, and his legs boldly hugged his legs.

She didn't say anything, but Quan Tingmo felt that she was going crazy.

Does she know what she is doing.

There was a hot feeling on her body, and she turned around almost out of instinct, clamped her hands, and pressed her on the bed.

"Ye Wanwan, open your eyes and see, do you know who I am?"

Ye Wanwan was dazed and a little sober, and listened to most of the words.

Why do you keep asking this question? I already told you that I don't know you.

A little irritable, taking advantage of the drunkenness, he slapped him with a wave of his hand.

Clap!
Quan Tingmo's tense nerves were also broken in response.

He pressed her hard on the bed, bit her lips like punishment, pried open her mouth, and drove straight in.

But the person who is under the pressure doesn't know it, and a little bit of cooperation is unbelievable.

The dim light came in through the window little by little, and the cold wind drove the white curtains to sweep across the two people who were extremely ambiguous on the bed.

Ye Wanwan was in a daze and didn't know how to resist at all.

Quan Tingmo's nerves were disturbed, and his hands gradually moved to her waist before he could barely stop.

He panted heavily, and it took him a while before he stopped his movements.

He straightened up, pulled the quilt aside and hugged the person directly, closed his eyes with extreme restraint, bit the tip of his tongue against the back molars several times, and then slowly turned his head away.

He didn't dare to look at the person on the bed anymore, walked out of the room lightly, and closed the door gently.