"Can you still stand and walk?" Jin Chenhan endured the huge smell of alcohol emanating from his body and supported his shoulders to stand up. Mo Zhinan was dizzy. As soon as he stood up, he almost fell, and his instinct was Leaning directly next to Jin Chenhan, his formerly handsome eyes were slightly lowered, and the dark eyelashes completely covered up the discomfort under his eyes.
Just leaning against the man next to you so weakly, as if you want to fall asleep?
"I can walk." He said in a low voice with a dry voice.
Jin Chenhan frowned and said disgustedly: "What's wrong with you today? Are you crazy? Drink so much?"
"Can't even stand still?"
Mo Zhinan shook his head, his head was still dizzy, his eyelids drooped, and his voice became increasingly unclear: "Actually, I... I can still drink one bottle!"
Jin Chenhan: "Don't be stupid, go home."
"Can I call her?"
Hearing that he asked Chen Yingshu to call, Mo Zhinan's eyes turned red, and suddenly he seemed to wake up a little. He opened his eyes, grabbed Jin Chenhan's hand with both hands and said, "Don't hit! Don't hit!"
"I drank a lot, and my body smells like alcohol."
Chen Yingshu already disliked him, but if she found out that he drank like an alcoholic.
Wouldn’t it be more necessary to despise him?
"She is very disgusting..."
Jin Chenhan sneered: "You also have today?"
"Go out with me first."
Mo Zhinan nodded, but he was really feeling uncomfortable now. Something seemed to be rolling in his stomach, and his head was dizzy. He was holding his brother Han's shoulder with his arm and almost fell down again.
Jin Chenhan could only ask the bartender on the side to help him out of the smelly private room.
Once outside, the bartender respectfully took his hands off and went inside.
Mo Zhinan suddenly sat down and leaned against the wall nearby, covering his face with his hands. His whole body was depressed and painful: "I... now care a little about her."
"Brother Han, do you know? I actually envy you very much... Meng Luoning loves you so much..."
"You like her so much too... you are so in love."
"And me? I'm as self-righteous as a fool..."
"I thought... I don't need love in my life... Getting married is just a matter of finding a reproductive tool to carry on the family lineage of our Mo family."
"Now I find that I feel uncomfortable, and I also want love."
Mo Zhinan would never say these things in his heart normally, even to Jin Chenhan, he was embarrassed to say them.
But drunk.
There is no need to worry.
Whatever is on your mind, just shake it out.
Jin Chenhan looked down at him, remained silent, squatted down, and put his hand on his shoulder: "It's not too late to know now."
"If you like her, stop pretending and chase her properly."
Mo Zhinan raised his face, his dark eyes were blood red, and his chapped lips moved: "Okay..."
*
After sending the drunkard 'Mo Zhinan' back to the Mo family villa, the living room on the ground floor was pitch black without any lights.
It looked like Chen Yingshu and the maid were both asleep.
Jin Chenhan asked Chen Sheng to turn on the floor-standing chandelier in the living room. The white light came on for a moment. Jin Chenhan took the decanter bag in Chen Sheng's hand and opened the seal of the bag.
He pinched Mo Zhinan's chin and gave him hangover soup. However, he drank too much wine tonight and drank a bag here and there. He didn't get better either.
Still feeling a little dizzy, he collapsed on the sofa.
He looked even more drunk than the last time he drank liquor with his father-in-law.
Jin Chenhan had a headache and pressed his eyebrows. He could only ask Chen Sheng to call the servants of the Mo family to come out and help him go upstairs to rest.
After a nap, he can almost wake up with this drink.
Knowing this, Chen Sheng turned around to knock on the servant's room on the ground floor, but before he could reach the servant's room, there was the sound of the sensor light turning on at the top of the stairs.
Then there was the sound of someone coming downstairs.
Jin Chenhan heard the sound and turned around to see the stairs.
It was Chen Yingshu who was wearing a white coat and a silk nightdress underneath.
"Mr. Jin." Chen Yingshu said hello politely when he walked to the bottom of the building and looked at Jin Chenhan.
Jin Chenhan nodded and said, "Miss Chen Er, I'm sorry to bother you so late, Zhinan is drunk."
"Can you... take care of him?"
In fact, when Jin Chenhan asked about this sentence, he was unsure.
He knew that Miss Chen Er probably had no feelings for Mo Zhinan.
She may not be happy if she is asked to take care of Mo Zhinan.
Or even refuse?
However, he still asked politely.
"I have to go back soon." Jin Chenhan continued.
His Ningning wouldn't be able to sleep if she couldn't see him.
Chen Yingshu pursed her lips and looked at the handsome man who was leaning drunkenly on the sofa. Her thin brows furrowed slightly, but she did not politely refuse without giving face.
Instead, he nodded meekly: "Okay."
Jin Chenhan looked at her: "Then I'll trouble Miss Chen Er."
"He went drinking today because he was worried, not for fun."
"It's very late, I'm leaving first." Jin Chenhan couldn't say much else, especially emotional matters, where he was most taboo about outsiders' interference.
If there was any problem, he hoped that Mo Zhinan would take the initiative to solve it and deal with it.
Chen Yingshu knew this and felt a little guilty subconsciously. Could it be that he went to drink because she slapped him?
However, when this idea came up, it was quickly suppressed by Chen Yingshu.
Mo Zhinan didn't say that he liked or fell in love with her.
Isn't it possible that she went to a bar to drink?
Maybe it's because of other worries?
"Mr. Jin, walk slowly." Chen Yingshu pulled back from his thoughts and gently watched Jin Chenhan leave the villa with Chen Sheng.
Wait until they leave.
Chen Yingshu looked back at the drunken handsome man, bit his lower lip slightly, walked slowly to Mo Zhinan's side, bent down and said, "Young Master Mo, are you... okay?"
Mo Zhinan was in a daze when he vaguely heard Chen Yingshu's gentle voice. The voice was so gentle that Mo Zhinan felt in a trance. Is Chen Yingshu here?
Is it her?
"Master Mo?" Chen Yingshu didn't react when he saw him.
Subconsciously, I moved closer and called him: "Are you still standing up?"
Now, Mo Zhinan was sure that Chen Yingshu was really beside him. When he tried to open his drunken and heavy eyelids, she was bending down and looking at him in the blazing white backlight of the ceiling.
Beautiful eyes, gentle and soft.
It was something he had never seen before. For a moment, Mo Zhinan thought he was dreaming?
No, it's probably just a dream.
Otherwise, with Chen Yingshu's temper, how could she be so gentle to him?
Since it's a dream, then...it's up to him.
He wanted to hug her.
Mo Zhinan stared at her face drunkenly for a few seconds. The next second, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her directly into his arms, lowered his head and rubbed Chen Yingshu's fragrant neck like a little kangaroo. .
Rubbing back and forth, kissing the skin on her neck that was as delicate and soft as egg white.
His thin lips smelled of alcohol.
It was a little cool and a little hot, mixed with the hotter breath in his lips, falling on Chen Yingshu's skin.
It's like a lit fire.
Her skin was so hot that she shivered.
And there was an inexplicable itching that made her numb.
This unusual feeling frightened her a little. Maybe no man had ever hugged her and kissed her neck like this.
So she instinctively struggled to escape: "Young Master Mo... please wake up... I am Chen Yingshu."
Mo Zhinan knew that she was Chen Yingshu, and she was in his dream!
He had no intention of letting go, but instead held her tighter. His voice was hoarse and murmured, with the texture of muddy drunkenness, which was like frosting and made Chen Yingshu's heart tremble.
She felt that she was really 'crazy'. She should be angry and keep boundaries when he was holding her, but when his hot breath fell on her skin.
Her nerves felt like they were being burned by a volcano.
It swallowed up her sanity bit by bit.
"Young Master Mo...don't..." Chen Yingshu's last voice sounded like it had been softened unconsciously.
Choking, shaking, weak.
No resistance.
"Huh? You're so soft..." Mo Zhinan kissed her again, his lips were touched with fire, and they traveled on her porcelain white and slightly cool skin.
In the air, fine dust exploded like fireworks.
For the first time, Chen Yingshu's ears were burning and her legs were weak. She couldn't stand still with a plop, and knelt directly on the soft cushion. This kneeling brought Chen Yingshu back from this intoxication and weakness. She immediately woke up and moved forward to take Mo Mo. Zhi Nan pushed away, then quickly stood up, went to the maid for help, and helped him upstairs to rest.
After he and the maid put him on the bed, Chen Yingshu covered his red face and went to the bathroom to wash his face and calm down.
