You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Sheng Mumu clicked on WeChat.

On the screen is a message from Qi Shaobai:

"Today's task:

English paper 1/1

Comprehensive Science Paper 1/1

Tomorrow plan:

set of math papers

English Gestalt Training 10 articles"

Well, it's classmate Xiao Qi.

Her cursing words had reached her throat, she suppressed them again, and raised a motherly smile.

Recently, this kid has been doing several sets of papers every day, and will report to her tomorrow what content he plans to study intensively. Don't be too obvious about wanting to be praised.

"Great news."

No one asked Sheng Mumu, but she suddenly said something to herself.

The whole person has a feeling that he is obviously drunk but pretends not to be drunk, looking for something to say.

She randomly clicked on her phone a few times and replied to Qi Shaobai's message.

I don't even know what I replied.

The waiter brought out their third round of drinks.

Sheng Mumu lightly twisted the wine glass with her fingers, and drank the glass in one gulp.

I still feel that it is not enough, so I have to go get it again.

"No more drinking."

Qin Jiamu slapped her hand away.

Sheng Mumu withdrew her hand aggrieved, "I'm thirsty..."

Qin Jiamu pointed to the other side of the dance floor solemnly, "Look at the handsome guy who is thirsty, he can secrete saliva to quench his thirst."

Sheng Mumu was stunned, "..."

He was silent for a long time with a blank expression.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"It makes sense, why didn't I think of it!"

Qin Jiamu: "..."

Qin Jiamu took a shallow breath and was startled in disbelief.

It seemed that Mu Mu was really a little drunk.

Take a look.

All I saw was that Sheng Mumu rested his chin on his hands and stared blankly at the dance floor for a long time.

Occasionally let out a few naive laughs.

After a while, she took out her mobile phone again, as if she was sending a voice message to Su Tingran.

Pressing the voice button, said indistinctly:

"I heard Ran, you fell into the toilet? Come back and see the handsome guy."

"Forget it, it's okay, I'll take a picture and send it to you."

"..."

Seeing that she was just messing around with her mobile phone by herself and not doing any other drunken behavior, Qin Jiamu gradually felt relieved.

……

the other side.

The luxury car drove smoothly in the brightly lit night of Beijing.

We are about to arrive at Xiyuyueting Villa Area.

Qi Mo looked out of the window lightly.

The phone suddenly vibrated a few times.

The long eyelashes were lowered, and there was a ray of surprise in the eyes.

She finally texted back.

Click to open.

It's two voices and a few small videos.

Cool white and well-proportioned knuckles slightly bent, tap to play.

Sheng Mumu's drunken voice came out——

"I heard Ran, you fell into the toilet? Come back and see the handsome guy."

"Forget it, it's okay, I'll take a picture and send it to you."

Qi Mo's face darkened, and the line of his lips was straightened.

Click on the video.

Loud music sounded in the quiet car.

On the screen, there are men and women shaking their bodies on the dance floor.

Then the camera was zoomed in, zoomed in again, and locked on a muscular man.

Sheng Mumu's voice also came out in coordination:

"Shasha~ His muscles must be very Q-bomb."

"Listen, come back soon, this is our happy hometown."

"I'll sleep here tonight, Wuhu~"

Next video.

The camera is on another man.

Sheng Mumu's voice was more excited than before.

"The one just now was too old, this one is more handsome."

The camera suddenly turned.

"Wow, I'm being reckless, that pineapple head over there is quite pretty."

"Which one do you like?"

"..."

Xiao Wang was driving and accidentally heard the truth.

He didn't dare to take a breath, his body tensed up.

After pricking up my ears and listening for a long time, I realized that there was no sound coming out, so I carefully looked over from the rearview mirror.

Just glanced at the speed of light, Xiao Wang's body stiffened and he shuddered.

Mr. Qi's expression was terribly gloomy.

The coldness emanating from his body was about to freeze the air.

Qi Mo's voice seemed to be wrapped in ice, and he said in a deep voice:

"Turn around."

……

Su Tingran finally came back from the toilet.

When she came back, Sheng Mumu had already put down her phone and muttered softly.

She leaned over, "Mumu, what are you talking about?"

Sheng Mumu grabbed her and said, "Come on, let's have a competition to make papers, and whoever gets the lowest score will drink."

Su Tingran: "...???"

Because of the message from Qi Shaobai just now, Sheng Mumu's head is now full of big words like "mathematics paper, English paper, comprehensive science paper".

Drunk talk also revolves around the "paper".

Sheng Mumu saw that Su Tingran didn't compete with her in the test paper, so he turned to Qiao Li.

"Li Li, is there a competition? The one where whoever gets the lowest score drinks."

Qiao Li blinked blankly, not understanding what she was talking about.

Before he had time to ask, he heard Sheng Mumu's voice calling for the waiter.

"Waiter, here are two more sets of Chinese test papers."

Qiao Li was also a little drunk, and only then did she understand what she said, paused and said:

"Can't you finish two sets?"

Qin Jiamu remained calm.

When the waiter walked over scratching his head, Qin Jiamu whispered something to him.

Afterwards, the waiter handed Sheng Mumu a blank sheet of paper and a pen.

Sheng Mumu took the pen and paper, and started working on the "paper" seriously.

As the most sober person in the room, Qin Jiamu calmly sent a message to Cheng Zhuo, asking him to come pick them up.

Two 10 minutes later.

Sheng Mumu stood up suddenly, "Teacher, I want to hand in the paper."

Standing up together, I suddenly felt that my footsteps were vain.

Shaky and about to fall.

In the next second, a pair of big palms held her waist firmly.

His back hit the man's chest.

Qi Mo's familiar deep voice grazed his ears.

"Mu Mu."

Sheng Mumu raised her eyes, and met Qi Mo's delicate and handsome profile.

"Hey hey hey-"

She laughed suddenly, and looked for a pocket in the skirt without pockets.

Zui Yu murmured: "This is the most handsome, I want to show Ting Ran."

The big palms around her waist were tightened, and the waistline was tightly attached to the man's body.

Even though she was drunk, she still came to her senses and pushed subconsciously, "Who are you?"

Qi Mo looked sideways.

Her cheeks were flushed with alcohol, and her eyes were hazy and charming.

Leaning limply in his arms, his hands moved restlessly.

Sometimes pinching his arm, sometimes pushing his waist.

He hugged her tighter and leaned his head over.

The magnetic and seductive voice carried a touch of command, teaching the drunkard a lesson.

"Don't move."

The clear and pleasant breath broke into Sheng Mumu's nasal cavity.

In the mist, she realized that it was a familiar breath, and she stopped moving, and no longer resisted the man's gradually tightening arms.

Instead, she hooked her arms around his neck and buried her face in the socket of his neck.

Rubbing like a kitten.

The warm breath sprayed on the neck, and the man's body suddenly tensed up.

His eyes are getting darker, his voice is hoarse:

"go home with me."