Chapter 607： Wen Yan, are you hooking me, eh?

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Mo Shichen, "..."

He held the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, and it took a while to calm down to accept the fact, freeing up a hand to reach her face to wipe her tears, and his voice was a little lower, "Do n’t cry, I ’m driving, you are so prone to accidents ... ”

"go away!"

Before the words were finished, the woman's hand was forced away.

Mo Shichen, "..."

He thought about it for a minute, still gave up coaxing her, and couldn't tell so much mind while driving, let alone coax a drunk cat who was unconscious.

The car stopped in front of the apartment building. When she got out of the car, she was still not cooperating. Mo Shichen really didn't have that much temper and talked to her with a cheeky face, cold and fierce.

He had discovered that Drunk Wen Yan was exactly the same as when he was awake. The more he coaxed her, the more he drew on his nose, staring at her fiercely, and he did not dare to say a word after a while.

Bullying and fearing hard, like a bear child.

When she calmed down and didn't get upset, he took her out of the car again, and looked at her mourning and grievance. It was funny, and there were tears on her eyelashes.

When he was hugged in the bar by a woman he didn't even remember his name, he was still thinking that he had seen Qian Rui's tears many times, and this woman who did not know what was related to him saw him again after five years The irrepressible tears were hazy, and suddenly she was distracted, and only Wen Yue was--

From the first face, the calm, sober and proud look, anxious to step on him, where does it feel like a husband and wife, not even the slightest move of a husband and wife to see the dead husband in vain.

He also wondered if the woman would look like crying and crying, but in the blink of an eye, she saw her aggrieved cramps.

Crying gave him a headache.

Hugging to the door all the way, he looked down at the woman in his arms and said, "What is the password?"

When she was so drunk, she couldn't tell him the password of her own door. Mo Shichen asked three times without answer and decided to give up looking for another method and called Wen directly.

After speaking a few words, Wen Wen told her the password, and then asked, "Are you very drunk?" After asking her, she thought that the password at the door was not remembered. It was probably too drunk. Light, then again, "Would you like me to come and take care?"

Mo Shichen's eyelids were raised, and he smiled gently, "I will take care of her."

Mother Wen didn't speak for a while, if there was a sigh of utter sighing there, in the end, she didn't say anything, just told something to be aware of when Dr. Wen was drunk.

Mo Shichen whispered very patiently, "I understand."

After opening the door, Wen Ye was not put down when he entered the house. The lights were turned on all the way. Until he found the bedroom, Mo Shichen put the woman in his hand into the mattress and followed him up. The volley was pressed above her.

He looked at her with a little bit of eyelashes and her dry face, and her fingers were pinching her jaw. The heat in her breath sprayed to her face, and itching made her want to stop hiding. But it was no match for the strength of the man, so he opened his eyes and looked at him.

When the four eyes were opposite, Mo Shichen's atrium shocked slightly.

She had never used such eyes to look at him carefully and earnestly, and the usual gaze was either indifferent or indifferent or mocking, and at best it was as bland as a lake.

It was all hostile, alienated, indifferent, and none of them showed her dislike for him.

At this time, there was neither indifferent cynicism nor laziness or indifferent alienation in these eyes. It seemed to be very focused, but it was gradually covered with a layer of confused mist.

Mo Shichen's eyes were getting darker, but her red lips were raised, and a low sigh was made between her lips, "You look so beautiful."

"..."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the woman trapped under him.

Wen Ye estimates that she really loves his face. Maybe if she lost her memory like Mo Shichen one day, she wo n’t remember him. When he sees him again, she will still feel ... hey, this man is long It really fits her mind and aesthetics.

Drunk drove her into a fragmented "amnesia".

She raised her hand and touched his face, feeling satisfied for a moment, "I don't care about you killing me ..." The ending of the woman was long, lazy when sober, and drunk when she was sober The usual coquettishness presented, "But ..."

He saw her blink and blink, showing a little shyness, and very blatant, a piece of red lips tempting him to spit out a sentence that even unexpected him, "I want to take a little advantage ..."

Mo Shichen frowned high.

Before he could digest the sentence, the soft lips were attached.

When I first saw her at the bar tonight, her thoughts about sleeping were clear and decisive.

He is not a gentleman, not to mention that after Jiang Cheng that night, he was quite a bit edible, always thinking about her taste, and has been dedicated to her recently, except as he said to her personally, fearing that he would regret it after regaining his memory. His wife was lost, so after making an objective judgment, he felt that he had made the right choice, and planned to put his life back on track.

But the more direct thought was-sleep her again.

Wen Yan's white legs are long and soft, and he is in good tune with him on the bed. Not to mention, he likes to watch her soft and begging for mercy after being calmly defeated in his usual days, and easily scratches his bones. The inferiority, fierce conquest, fierce fist.

Physical and mental pleasure.

Originally intending to seduce and **** while drunk, before he started to seduce ... she seduced him first.

There are too many women who have seduced him, which basically made him feel boring. This is the first time, at least in his existing memory. For the first time, he finds ... very interesting.

Mo Shichen smiled lowly, lowered her head and approached her with a distance of almost a thin sheet of paper, her voice was dull and sexy, "What advantage do you want to take from me?"

As soon as he got closer, she seemed to be delivering coveted food to her lips, and opened her mouth to hold the man's thin lips without hesitation.

The tip of her tongue meticulously and patiently portrayed his lip shape, and licked it wet and soft, and then probed in again, entangled with the tongue that greeted her. The ambiguous ambiguity of lips and tongue interspersed in the bedroom soon. sound.

One kissed superbly, the other was ignorant and had no contraindications. He just kissed and did n’t know how long. After the end, he was still reminiscent of the deep kiss of Mo Shichen. The ear was blown by the breath of a woman, and then she listened Gently in his ear, "You are better than you look."

Mo Shichen felt that the blood in his whole body boiled in an instant, and even taking a medicine for spring would not raise such a strong and menacing desire in such a short period of time.

His eyes were red, his fingers were pinching her chin harder, and his voice was even more hoarse, one word at a time, "Wen Ye, are you hooking me, eh?"