Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Jiang Jinyu didn't forget to respond to Song Qianxi, nodded, smirked at her, and accidentally fell off the chair, wailing in pain, "Ouch, hello~~~My old waist~~~"

"Are you OK?"

Song Qianxi stepped forward to help him, but before he touched Jiang Jinyu, Chu Muhan grabbed his wrist, "Leave him alone."

"But……"

"No buts."

Chu Muhan dragged Song Qianxi away, walked to the living room, sat limply on the sofa, and smelt of alcohol.

He leaned back, resting one hand on the sofa, while pinching the space between his eyebrows with the other.

In the next second, his head was fixed by a pair of cool little hands.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and Song Qianxi's pretty little face, which was slightly flushed from drinking, came into view, and his gaze couldn't help but sink, staring at her for a moment.

Song Qianxi looked embarrassed and looked away, "Do you have a headache?"

The soft voice blew through his heart like a spring breeze, and Chu Muhan nodded mechanically.

"Close your eyes and I'll press them for you."

Chu Muhan closed his eyes obediently, and his long eyelashes cast a silhouette under his eyes.

Song Qianxi gently rubbed Chu Muhan's temples with moderate strength. Chu Muhan relaxed comfortably and felt it carefully, but some meandering fantasies could not help appearing in his mind.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was an imperceptible desire hidden deep in the dark eyes.

Song Qianxi was taken aback and backed away subconsciously.

But who would have thought that in the next second, the other party tightly grasped his wrist, pulled him hard, and fell into Chu Muhan's arms. Before he could react, there was a soft, strong smell of wine on his lips, overwhelming him.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Song Qianxi opened her eyes wide, put her hands in front of her body and pushed hard.

However, the disparity in power between men and women is like a tree of regret.

On the alcohol, Song Qianxi's murmurs sounded like coquettishness to her ears, and a mass of heat condensed in her lower abdomen, leaning over to push her down on the sofa, and poking her hands irregularly into the hem of her clothes.

Song Qianxi hurriedly pressed it down, completely panicking.

Panic was written in the clear almond eyes, and she kept pushing him away with all her hands and feet.

He was unmoved, and the kiss became hotter and more violent.

Song Qianxi was cruel, and bit Chu Muhan's lip hard. Chu Muhan hissed in pain, and gradually regained consciousness.

Looking at Song Qianxi whose eyes were slightly red and whose lips were stained with blood, Chu Muhan's heart sank suddenly, guilt surfaced in his heart, and he apologized angrily, "I'm sorry, I... I was drunk."

At this time, Jiang Jinyu, who was so drunk that he couldn't walk, crawled out of the restaurant. Seeing the two overlapping on the sofa, his eyes flickered instantly, and he took out his phone to take a picture of the historic moment!

He stared at the screen and tilted his head, "Huh? Why is it me...Yeah!"

He made a gesture of "V" to the camera, then lay down on the ground and fell asleep...

Song Qianxi got up and ran up, because she was too anxious to pay attention to her feet, she was tripped and fell to the ground in embarrassment, two screams sounded at the same time, "Ah——"

Jiang Jinyu groaned, "Oh, my leg. Who, it hurts me to death."

"Yes, I'm sorry..." After Song Qianxi apologized, she ran upstairs and went back to her room.

She closed the door, Xun Xun on the balcony looked up.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Hearing Xun Xun's cry made Song Qianxi feel at ease.

She locked the door and sat beside Xun Xun, her mind was full of the scene just now.

"I, Chu Muhan, and Tianlin live in such a big villa. Tianlin stays in the room when he has nothing to do. Chu Muhan and I are lonely and widowed. It's easy to get out of the way. I'd better find a chance to move out."