Chapter 262

When the Tang family was drinking very high skin, they only heard a "bang". Han Muyang put the wine glass on the table hard, then picked up the tequila at hand and continued to drink in the cup. This series of actions were calm and stunned.

It's not because Han Muyang's violent action is so terrible at the moment, but because he is really handsome, okay! Gentle and quiet swallowed saliva, but reason finally defeated sensibility, "you can't drink like this, your stomach will be burned!" She whispered, then reached out and grabbed Han Muyang's hand, but saw him close his eyes and shake his head.

"It's okay, I'm used to it!" Han Muyang said weakly, so he reached out and gently took away his quiet hand like pinching chicken claws. He sipped his mouth and lowered his head, and drank the wine in the cup again.

Just when he wanted to pour the wine again, Wenjing grabbed the wine cup and said nothing to let Han Muyang drink again“ You... You can't drink! " Wen Jing summoned up courage and finally became strong on Han Muyang's side.

Han Muyang looked at her pretending to be serious and suddenly "puffed" a smile. Then he didn't forget his original intention, "give me, let me drink more." He said he wanted to get the wine bottle in Wenjing's arms, but Wenjing subconsciously hid. However, Han Muyang had to play the so-called cat and mouse game with Wenjing.

He shook his body quietly and teased Han Muyang with a smile, but he didn't expect that Han Muyang would suddenly make a force and suddenly come forward. She subconsciously hid back, but she didn't sit down and fell back. Han Muyang saw this and quickly attached herself to protect the quiet neck. As a result, she was carried down by a great force. The whole person was so tightly [lying on the quiet body, and the two had a close contact.

It doesn't blame Han Muyang. He drank a lot himself. He was drunk in his mind. He couldn't make any strength all over. When he was so quiet, he easily ran into the gentle countryside.

Han Muyang's face was a little red. He looked down at the same small red and quiet face under his body, so he couldn't help licking his dry lips.

The wine in Wenjing's hand was not steady, so she poured it on herself. For a time, Wenjing was not only her own body fragrance, but also mixed with a strong wine fragrance, which attracted Han Muyang to come forward and taste it.

And he did

Almost subconsciously, Han Muyang bowed his head and kissed the red little lips, tasted the sweetness in his quiet mouth, and then slowly went down and kissed her neck.

"HMM..." I felt a soft touch on my skin. I shivered my body gently and suddenly. Then I looked up at Han Muyang. I blushed and exploded, but I couldn't say anything.

The gentle cry aroused Han Muyang's attention and stimulated Han Muyang's strong desire. Suddenly, Han Muyang became a little irritable,.

His big hand suddenly moved forward and leaned into his quiet coat. He gently but rudely kneaded his quiet skin. The soft touch almost made him more and more obsessed.

With this strength of wine, Han Muyang also began to have a little evil idea. He suddenly kissed the quiet cherry mouth regardless, and slowly lowered his other hand to untie his belt.

Wenjing was dazed by his kiss, so she had to open her mouth and breathe. This also gave Han Muyang the so-called "opportunity to take advantage of" and put her tongue into Wenjing's mouth. While trying to kiss Han Muyang back, Wenjing put her hand around Han Muyang's solid waist, but the wine bottle in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and made a crisp collision sound.

It was this sound that directly woke Han Muyang and suddenly sat up. Han Muyang was panting and wanted to slap himself directly.

Why is he such an asshole that he forgot to be gentle and quiet with his great aunt!

"Hoo..." he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it into his mouth. Han Muyang sucked one mouthful at a time and scratched his hair from time to time.

Why do women come to their holidays? Han Muyang really didn't figure it out. If it wasn't for this, maybe they had

Thinking of this, Han Muyang immediately gnashed his teeth.

The gentle and quiet is also a little dissatisfied with the sudden interruption. He sat up and looked angrily at some decadent men in front of him. He stretched out his hand to take out a cigarette and wanted to light one, but Han Muyang took it away.

"You're still on your holiday. You can't smoke!" Han Muyang frowned and said, especially when it came to the word "holiday", Han Muyang's eyebrows had been twisted into a Sichuan word. It was obvious that he was very unfriendly to his aunt's relative, and even said that he didn't want to see each other.

Wen Jing looked at him at the beginning, but after hearing Han Muyang's explanation, his face turned red. It turned out that Han Muyang even remembered this

When she thought of this, she couldn't help smiling bitterly. Gu Nancheng, would you remember so clearly if it were you?

But don't want to, Han Muyang see gentle and quiet suddenly shy up, directly began to take this opportunity to tease her: "the first time I saw your little face so red, what are you thinking?" Han Muyang reached out to pick up his quiet chin and asked with a smile.

"Han Muyang... You are so nice and considerate. Many girls should like you?" Wenjing didn't answer Han Muyang's question, but asked him softly.

Han Muyang couldn't help laughing at Wen Jing's question, and then asked, "when did you see a woman around me?" Han Muyang said this very definitely, which made Wen Jing look up at him carefully.

So, Han Muyang is not close to women?

"You and your father..." Wen Jing pursed her lips, took a tentative look at Han Muyang, and then asked carefully, "is the uncle who appeared in the police station today not very good?"

To tell the truth, Wenjing knows that Han Muyang has a certain influence in the underworld, so he is really careful to say this, for fear that Han Muyang will be unhappy and put on a TV play directly. So in the process of asking this sentence, Wen Jing is really worried.

Sure enough, Han Muyang's eyes darkened immediately after hearing the gentle mention of old man Han. He lowered his head, said nothing and didn't look at anything. His eyes were so dim and without focus.

"Han... Han Muyang..." seeing Han Muyang like this, he was calm and flustered. He quickly said at a loss: "Han Muyang, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you about your family! If you don't want to say anything, you'll think I'm just talking nonsense. Don't do this... "Wen Jing said, tears almost flowing out of guilt. She trembled and reached out to grab Han Muyang's arm, hoping Han Muyang could forgive herself.

However, Han Muyang has always been a self-control person. He soon controlled his mood, grinned at the gentle and quiet, and said, "it's okay. The relationship between our father and son is really not very good. I haven't met him for three years." Han Muyang smiled bitterly, shook his head, sighed and said, "in those years, he killed my mother. For ten years, I have hated him until now..."

"This..." Wen Jing looked at him in disbelief. She didn't say anything. Indeed, she had nothing to say about this answer. "Will... Is there some misunderstanding?" Wenjing opened her mouth and asked carefully.

Han Muyang smiled and shook his head. "There's no misunderstanding. He admitted it himself at that time. It's not a manslaughter..." while saying these words, Han Muyang's hand clenched hard and made a "GABA GABA" sound. It's obvious that he is trying to hide the pain in his heart at the moment.

Wen Jing heard the speech, came forward and hugged him hard, pressed Han Muyang's head in his arms, hoping that he could be a shelter from the wind and rain for him, at least now

"You're wandering outside alone. Do you miss your mother?" Han Muyang's dull voice came from the quiet neck socket. The feeling was not very clear, but it was painful to listen.

Wenjing reached out and gently patted Han Muyang on the back. Then she whispered, "I'm an orphan. I can't remember my mother. I don't know who she is or whether she is dead or alive..." she said, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. Sometimes, she suddenly felt that it's not a bad thing that she can't remember her family. At least Wenjing is different from the pain now!

"Yes, sometimes I can't remember, which is also a good thing!" Han Muyang raised his hand. He smiled bitterly and surrounded his gentle waist. Suddenly, his voice choked, "I miss my mother..." Han Muyang said, shaking violently. His nasal voice was very heavy. It seemed that Han Muyang would burst the embankment with tears in his eyes the next second.

What Wenjing can do is to gently comfort him. Only after hearing this almost choking sentence, Wenjing suddenly feels the pain of her heart.

She really doesn't know what kind of mood Han Muyang felt after learning that his biological father killed his mother

Especially at that time, Han Muyang had begun to remember things, which was undoubtedly a great blow to him.

In this way, Wenjing didn't stop Han Muyang from drinking. At the moment, she actually hopes that Han Muyang can get drunk. After all, once drunk, Han Muyang can solve thousands of worries. Now that Han Muyang is drunk, maybe a sleep can be much better.

I wanted to have a drink myself, but Wenjing still controlled it, because she knew that Han Muyang knew his physical condition even if he was in a bad mood at the moment. Even if Wen Jing wants to have a few drinks with Han Muyang, Han Muyang will never agree.