The spring breeze is not as long as your love

Mo Chenxiao took Su Mowan's dishonest hand away, and waited fiercely for her drunken eyes: "Woman, who am I?"

Su Mowan stared at him carefully for a long time, and said in surprise, "Wow handsome guy, you look a lot like my husband, but you're still not as good-looking as my husband!"

Mo Chenxiao's face turned green with anger, and at the same time, there was an indescribable sourness in his heart.

So she knew it wasn't her husband and dared to sit on him?

Mo Chenxiao gritted his teeth, and ate his own flying vinegar, the jar of vinegar was overturned.

All the people standing beside were silent and trembling.

Mo Chenxiao drove the wheelchair, carried her and walked towards the car.

This Bentley has been specially modified, and there is an elevator wheelchair that can go up the inclined ladder.

Along the way, the car seemed to be covered with ice and snow.

Steward Zhong was driving the car, feeling like he was about to freeze into an ice sculpture, and somehow envied the young driver who was sent to Ethiopia.

Back home, Mo Chenxiao asked his servant to help Su Mowan onto the bed.

Su Mowan became even more drunk. He hugged the pillow on the bed, frowned at the pillow, and said with his tongue out, "Mo Chenxiao, why did your face become square?"

Pfft, the maid couldn't hold back and almost laughed out loud.

Feeling the cold air coming from Mo Chenxiao, the maid was so frightened that she quickly restrained her expression and bowed respectfully to leave.

Su Mowan didn't realize that he was on the verge of someone's anger.

She stretched out her hand to poke the pillow and said, "I poked your face, hehehe, I see that you always have a stern face, and I have never seen you smile. You look like a cold flower who rejects people thousands of miles away. Everyone Afraid of you."

Did he never smile?

Mo Chenxiao frowned: "So you're also afraid of me?"

"Well," Su Mowan nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and responded to the pillow, "I was so nervous when I saw you that I wanted to urinate urgently..."

Mo Chenxiao: "..."

This describes no one.

"However," Su Mowan chuckled, "I know you won't hurt me, but you actually like me to death."

Mo Chenxiao: "..."

Like her a drunkard?Could she be more narcissistic?

Su Mowan suddenly seemed to think of something, and a trace of sadness crossed his face: "Mo Chenxiao, I was the one who was sorry for you in the last life, but in this life I will make up for the mistakes I made, and I will treat you well!"

Although he was drunk and slurred his speech, his tone was as firm as if he was swearing.

Mo Chenxiao didn't ignore the sadness on her face, as if something was involved in her heart.

Last life?He was angry and funny. Could it be that she had dreamed about it.

He never believed in ghosts and gods, nor did he believe in past and present lives, that was just the self-consolation of the weak.

However, what he cared more about was what Su Mowan said, "I will make up for the mistakes I made."

Was she treating him just to make up for his mistakes?

Su Mowan had no idea what Mo Chenxiao was thinking.

She didn't realize that the living Mo Chenxiao was beside the bed.

Su Mowan changed his posture, hugged the pillow tightly with hands and feet like an octopus, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Mo Chenxiao, you haven't taken the initiative to kiss me after you've been married for so long, are you not interested in me? "

Mo Chenxiao: "..."

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became: "That scumbag Shen Tianyue said that I am as boring as wood, do you think so too?"

Mo Chenxiao's face darkened, and the low air pressure around his body became stronger.

By talking about other men in front of him, is she provoking his patience?

Su Mowan puffed up his face, dissatisfied: "I'm not bad in shape, you'll know just by looking at it..."

With that said, she went to untie her shirt.

Su Mowan unbuttoned it while showing off: "Let me tell you... Although I have never eaten pork, I have seen pigs run away! I know all about those on the Internet, which one do you like, old man... pushcart? "

"!!!" Mo Chenxiao was startled by her words, and his sword eyebrows were almost knotted.

She has seen some messy things on the Internet, shouldn't she call the Cyberspace Administration of China to clean up the Internet!

Su Mowan raised her red lips, her misty eyes danced with light, her charming eyes were like silk, her pretty face was flushed with blush, every frown and smile were extremely seductive.

Just looking at it, Mo Chenxiao felt that the blood in his whole body was a little boiling. If he was that pillow, he would have eaten her up and wiped him off by now!

In the future, she will never be allowed to get drunk in front of other men, no, it's best not to drink at all!

Su Mowan hadn't unbuttoned the buttons for a long time, and in a fit of anger, he simply grabbed the collar and forcefully...

There were only a few muffled sounds of "bang bang bang", the buckle collapsed, and the clothes were ripped open by her.

A glimpse of spring came into view, Mo Chenxiao's pupils widened, and his body froze in place.

Although he just unbuttoned his shirt, the girl's graceful figure still caused an uncontrollable heat to surge in Mo Chenxiao's body.

Su Mowan wrapped his hands and feet around the pillow, and said softly, "Honey, shall we consummate the marriage today?"

These words were like a thunderbolt exploding in Mo Chenxiao's mind.

Mo Chenxiao's throat knot rolled down, trying to restrain himself.

If he could move his legs now, he might have rushed up to kill her long ago.

Suddenly, he felt a little bit of an urgency to get his legs back in shape.

I didn't feel anything before, but now I find it really inconvenient to look like this!

Su Mowan rubbed back and forth on the pillow funny.

Mo Chenxiao couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

I feel so happy with that pillow!

Click, click, knock on the door.

"Master, the hangover soup is ready."

Mo Chenxiao was stunned, picked up the thin blanket on the bed, and threw it directly on Su Mowan, covering her whole body.

"Come in." Mo Chenxiao said.

Butler Zhong came in with hangover soup.

"Put it on the table." Mo Chenxiao said.

Butler Zhong put down the soup respectfully, and then sneaked a sneak peek at the wriggling ball on the bed.

"Master, covering the quilt like this will make people's breathing difficult." Butler Zhong was heartbroken.

"Are you free?" Mo Chenxiao's gaze drifted over like a cold arrow, "Go chop ten catties of onions, and eat onion stuffed dumplings tomorrow."

"..." Butler Zhong.

Butler Zhong ran away like a scud.

The door was closed again, and Su Mowan also broke free from the thin blanket, frowning her beautiful and delicate eyebrows in displeasure.

Mo Chenxiao picked up the hangover soup on the table, came to the bedside, clasped her slender wrists with his big hands, and lifted her up.

"Drink the hangover soup." He couldn't help but soften his voice.

As he spoke, he brought the bowl to her lips.

Su Mowan looked at his handsome face obsessively, as if bewitched, he lowered his head and took a sip.

"Hmm!" As soon as she tasted the taste, she turned her head away, "No, it's terrible..."

Mo Chenxiao: "..."

He has always been impatient, and has never coaxed a woman, let alone a drunk woman.

Facing Su Mowan's lack of cooperation, he was really helpless.

He said seriously, "Do you want to drink?"

Su Mowan's eyes became hot, and mist filled the bottom of his eyes: "You are fierce to me, woohoo, you are fierce to me..."

Mo Chenxiao frowned tightly, the truth blocked her chattering mouth.

Thinking of this, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of hangover soup, clasped the back of her head with his big hand, leaned over and kissed her...