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

When Qi Mo carried Sheng Mumu back into the car, Xiao Wang had already raised the fender.

The spacious compartment of the luxury car is separated into two worlds.

Leaving the hustle and bustle of the bar, Sheng Mumu felt as if the mute button had been pressed in his ears.

Drowsy and unable to find the direction.

She could only wrap her arms around the man next to her tightly, looking for the familiar aura that made her feel at ease.

She rested her head on his chest.

One hand pinches the edge of the third button of his shirt.

The meticulous shirt was pinched and wrinkled.

The man was not annoyed at all, and patted her on the back to comfort her.

The window was opened, and the cool breeze poured in.

Sheng Mumu's hair was blown fluttering by the wind, and the ends of her hair brushed against the man's neck.

Qi Mo's breathing slowed down, and the thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

As the angle of the dim streetlight outside the window changes, the shadow trembles slightly.

Just like his heart at this moment, he cannot be peaceful.

Xiao Wang didn't ask Qi Mo where he was going, and drove directly to Xiyu Yueting.

There was silence in the car.

The only thing that was moving was Sheng Mumu's gradually restless hands.

I don't know when it came to the edge of the man's jawline.

Do evil.

Use soft fingertips to trace the man's sharp and tough jaw line intermittently.

With a drunken voice, he murmured:

"Qi Mo?"

The dark eyes of the man whose name was called suddenly tightened.

lowered his voice:

"Well, here I am."

After the words fell, Sheng Mumu squeezed his shirt tighter.

The head buried in the crescent of his neck slowly lifted up.

Before going out today, Sheng Mumu went to a beauty salon for a full body spa, and her whole body smelled delicious.

As soon as he moved at this moment, the sweetness in the air mixed with a faint smell of alcohol hit Qi Mo.

"Qi Mo."

She called him again.

With the heat blowing in his ears, Qi Mo rolled his Adam's apple up and down, looking down at her.

Sheng Mumu frowned slightly.

As if wanting to say something, his lips twitched, trying hard to organize the language that was disrupted by alcohol.

The man appears extremely patient, without urging.

His eyes slowly turned around her face.

It gradually moved down, and finally landed on her bright red lips.

Because of thinking, the corners of her lips were pursed lightly, the lines were very soft, moist and clear.

"Qi Mo, I want to be with you—"

She paused, dizzy, her drunken eyes half closed.

Qi Mo paused and looked at her quietly.

After a while, she finally organized her words, nodded her head, and said:

"—I want to compete with you."

Qi Mo didn't understand what she meant, and asked in a low voice with a bit of coaxing:

"Better than what."

Sheng Mumu tilted her head, and jumped out half a word:

"Competition papers..."

"I... let... let you three points..."

"Compare me to you, okay?"

Sheng Mumu didn't forget the grievance that no one wanted to compete with her when she was drunk.

Talk drunk and compromise.

The corners of his mouth sank, and he was deflated in disappointment, looking extremely pitiful.

However, before Qi Mo could react, her head drooped heavily and fell on his chest, her hands also limply dropped, and she quietly closed her eyes.

Qi Mo paused and stared at her for a few seconds.

Laugh.

"drunk."

Just when Qi Mo thought that she was really sleeping honestly this time, he slowly took a breath and turned his gaze out of the window.

Sheng Mumu raised his hand suddenly and poked his chest muscles with his fingertips.

The man's eyebrows jumped, his heart seemed to be stung by something.

His quiet pupils were stirred up emotionally, and their light dimmed a bit.

Sheng Mumu narrowed her eyes, and poked it a few more times indiscriminately.

Shrugging his head, he murmured:

"No Q bomb, it's so hard."

In the next second, her hands were caught by a pair of big palms.

The man looked down at the troublemaker in his arms, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Don't move."

However, this warning obviously has no effect on drunks.

Sheng Mumu easily broke free from the man's loose grip.

Open, moving to his chest again.

Using five fingers together, pinched.

Opening his drunken eyes, he said unreasonably:

"What's wrong with touching it?"

Then, the slender fingers bent slightly.

Scratched and pinched twice.

The material of the shirt was very thin, and the itchy and hooked feeling came through the material.

Qi Mo's breathing slowed down a few beats.

The cold and dark eyes were stirred up.

The suppressed emotions almost burst through the chest.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the throbbing heartbeat in his chest.

He grabbed her hand again and held her tightly in his arms.

She is not allowed to continue teasing nonsense.

Don't allow yourself to take advantage of others.

……

On the way to the car, Xiao Wang went down to buy anti-alcoholic medicine.

After Qi Mo fed Sheng Mumu a drink, he held her in his arms and forced her to be quiet.

When we got to the villa, the hangover pills seemed to be working.

She is much more settled and no longer fumbles around.

It's just that the hand around the man's neck still refuses to let go.

Qi Mo carried her out of the car and planned to carry her upstairs.

She frowned and pushed him away, and said bravely:

"I can walk by myself, I'll show you a straight line to see."

After all, he staggered and wanted to take a step.

Before her feet landed on the ground, an arm came from behind, supported her waist, ignored her repeated clamor, and forcefully took her away.

The master bedroom is on the second floor.

The distance was not far, but the two walked for 3 minutes.

Sheng Mumu woke up a little bit from the wine, was able to distinguish the current situation, and regained some of his thinking ability, but he was even more restless.

From "hands-on" to "problem girl".

Been asking:

"Qi Mo? What's wrong with you?"

"Aren't you in Germany?"

"I must be dreaming."

"Oh, I remembered, you came to the bar to catch me."

"Why catch me?"

"I just want to drink! What!!"

"..."

She asked a series of questions, but got no response.

Qi Mo supported her and walked behind her.

His eyes were lowered, covering the dark and unclear emotions in the bottom of his eyes.

Push open the bedroom door.

Qi Mo pulled out an arm to find the switch on the wall.

Sheng Mumu found a chance and twisted her body to break free.

Qi Mo withdrew his outstretched hand in the air, and was held down by Sheng Mumu.

Sheng Mumu's whole weight leaned on him.

She stared at him, angrily.

Drunk talk mixed with truth, mixed with complaints.

"I'm talking to you."

"Why are you ignoring me?"

"Are you angry because I took advantage of you?"

"You are so stingy, you are not good to me..."

Qi Mo looked at her.

The air froze for a moment.

Her eyes were full, and her cheeks were flushed, adding a bit of coquettishness.

Although he was questioning, he was not aggressive at all.

On the contrary, she is delicate and bright, with charming eyes like silk.

Being stared at by her, the string called "reason" in the man's brain was finally snapped under her repeated, unintentional teasing.

The color of the eyes gradually thickened, and the breath became hotter and hotter.

For a moment, the surroundings were as quiet as falling into a vacuum.

He heard his heart pounding almost out of his chest.

Suddenly, Adam's apple rolled.

The long arms wrapped around her slender and soft waist, and the other hand clasped the back of her neck.

In just a moment, he turned back and pushed her against the door panel.