Chapter 163

Seeing the smile on Lin Yao's face, Mo Yan couldn't help staring at her and said:

"The weather forecast is generally inaccurate. Such a heavy rain will not last long."

"Then sit down and have some water."

Fang Xiaole got up to pour water for the three people. Lin Yao wanted to follow.

"You've been tired all day. Sit down."

Fang Xiaole stopped Lin Yao and didn't want to keep her busy anymore.

"It's okay. I'm not tired."

Lin Yao glanced at Mo Yan sitting on the sofa. Xiao Le showed a pitiful expression and whispered:

"I want to stay with you a little longer, can I?"

Fang Xiaole's heart suddenly seemed to be hit by something, and his heart seemed to stop for a while. He stared at Lin Yao and nodded.

They smiled at each other and walked into the kitchen together.

"Don't bother, I drink."

Mo Yan was angry when he saw the two people's tired appearance and said to Zhang Zhiqin:

"Isn't there still wine? Let's continue! "

Zhang Zhiqin said, "you've finished all the white beer. Where else is there?"

Mo Yan glared at him and took out two bottles of red wine from his pocket on the table.

Zhang Zhiqin helplessly covered his face. He forgot that he bought two bottles of red wine when he went to the supermarket with Mo Yan just now.

"Don't you get the cup yet?"

Mo Yan stared at Zhang Zhiqin.

"Oh, oh."

At Mo Yan's command, the goods immediately bounced up from the sofa like a needle in the ass, ran into the kitchen and took out a few red wine glasses.

"Sister Yan, why are you so cruel to Zhang? He's the nephew of the deputy director of Apple station. Isn't that good?"

Fangfang whispered a warning in fear.

Mo Yan was stunned. He found that he didn't know what was going on. He couldn't help losing his temper in the face of Zhang Zhiqin.

This is completely inconsistent with her usual smiling face?

The strangest thing is that Zhang Zhiqin never gets angry. He is submissive and enjoys it.

Forget it, people are not yours after all. Why do you yell at others like this.

Mo Yan, who found that she did have a problem, immediately reflected in her heart. When Zhang Zhiqin came out, she stood up and greeted each other with a smile and took the wine glass in each other's hands.

"Please, Zhang."

"Ah? Oh, no trouble, no trouble. "

Seeing Mo Yan's polite smile, Zhang Zhiqin didn't react for a moment and replied in a daze.

Fangfang nodded as she watched. This is the smoking sister I know.

Mo Yan opened a bottle of red wine with a bottle opener, smiled and asked Zhang Zhiqin, "Zhang Zhiqin, can you have some?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zhiqin doesn't know why Mo Yan suddenly becomes so awkward. She scratches her head and says:

"I don't drink, and you don't drink."

Zhang Zhiqin paused and kindly advised:

"You drink white and beer today, and now you drink red wine. It hurts your body! At your age, your bones will become brittle after drinking too much wine. It's easy to fall like last time and your legs won't close. "

"None of your business!" Mo Yan suddenly patted the tea table and glared at Zhang Zhiqin:

"Shall I ask you if you want to drink?"

"Drink, drink." Zhang Zhiqin quickly picked up the wine glass in front of her with both hands and sent it to Mo Yan tremblingly.

Mo Yan's formulaic smile completely collapsed. With a black face, he poured wine for Zhang Zhiqin, put down the wine bottle heavily, then picked up his cup and touched Zhang Zhiqin, and then drank it all at once.

A drop of red liquid slipped from the corner of her mouth and slowly flowed into the towering collar, like a bright red and attractive mountain spring.

Zhang Zhiqin was so close that his eyes were a little straight.

Mo Yan finished drinking the wine in the cup. As soon as he looked down, he saw the obscene eyes of the goods and asked coldly:

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, nothing. Cheers, cheers, hey hey."

Zhang Zhiqin was so frightened that he sweated cold and flustered that he raised his neck and finished a glass of red wine.

"Come again!"

Mo Yan glared at him, raised his hand and pulled up his collar, and then filled himself and Zhang Zhiqin with a cup.

"Ah, come again? I really can't! "

Zhang Zhiqin looks sad.

"Silver Pewter gun head is useless!"

Mo Yan glanced at him contemptuously, drank up the wine in his cup, took Zhang Zhiqin's cup again and dried it.

"Sister Yan, what are you doing? Stop drinking! "

Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole came out of the kitchen with tea. They just saw Mo Yan dry two glasses of red wine and continue to pour wine for themselves after drinking. She hurried to stop Mo Yan.

"Sister Yan is drunk. Fangfang, you don't stop her."

Lin Yao held Mo Yan and couldn't help complaining to Fangfang.

"How dare I stop?"

Fangfang let go of her grievances.

"Alas!"

Lin Yao thought it was because she was too willful that she made sister Yan feel so bad and wanted to drown her worries with wine. She sighed remorse.

"First let sister Mo go to the master bedroom and have a rest. You can't go until the rain stops."

Fang Xiaole said to Lin Yao.

"I want to drink!"

Mo Yan quit, broke away from Lin Yao and went to get the wine bottle again.

"Fangfang, come and help!"

"Coming, coming!"

Lin Yao and Fangfang managed to subdue Mo Yan and took her to the master bedroom. Mo Yan was really a little ahead. They still wanted to struggle. The two women had to continue to suppress her in the bedroom.

For a long time, they used both soft and hard. They even coaxed and begged. Mo Yan gradually became honest.

"Tut Tut, it's terrible for a woman to be drunk."

Zhang Zhiqin leaned against the door of the master bedroom and looked in. While watching the excitement, he was still there with emotion.

"Especially older women."

"What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I'll get up and fuck you! "

Unexpectedly, Mo Yan heard this. She was already lying in bed. Lin Yao and Fangfang quickly suppressed her again.

"Why do you add fuel to the fire! Sister Mo, I'm sorry. Zhang Zhiqin is joking. Don't be angry! "

Fang Xiaole couldn't laugh or cry. He quickly dragged the broken mouth away and closed the door of the master bedroom.

In this way, Mo Yan can be heard howling inside: "surnamed Zhang, who do you say is old? Come and work with me. Whoever gets down first is the thief sun! "

Zhang Zhiqin's face turned green when he was scolded. Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing and sighed:

"Sister Mo is really drunk."

After a while, it was completely dark, but the rainstorm outside showed no sign of abating.

Around 9 p.m., Lin Yao and Fang Fang, who finally "coaxed" Mo Yan to sleep, came out of the master bedroom.

"It seems that the rain can't stop tonight."

Fang Xiaole looked at the rain outside the window and turned to Lin Yao, Fangfang and Zhang Zhiqin

"You can stay here at night."

The three of them had no objection. Fangfang asked:

"There are people living in both bedrooms. How should we sleep?"

"It's very simple. Isn't there a tatami in the study?" Zhang Zhiqin said:

"I sleep on the sofa, Fangfang and sister Mo sleep together, and brother Fang and teacher Lin sleep together. Isn't that all right?"