"Did you have dinner? If not, I asked Qing He to bring it to you."
"No, how about having a few drinks with me?"
Murong Shaofeng was heartbroken with pain.
Every step he takes is like walking on the edge of a knife.
Ye Qinghan looked at him with heartache. The ending could not escape the sadness. In the mottled years, some disasters could not be avoided.
But that person is Momo, who is the pain in everyone's heart.
Momo once said that there are two kinds of people in the world, one is happy and the other is sad. In fact, this is not true unless you have never appeared in our lives.
"Okay! How about not getting drunk?"
Ye Qinghan's throat felt sore, like a walnut stuck in his throat, unable to take a breath.
In fact, he was willing to even fight. He would rather be beaten to death by Shao Feng than see Shao Feng's expression of pain.
"If I can really get drunk, then I would rather be drunk and not wake up."
"Okay! Isn't it easy to get drunk? This is Momo's wine, is it strong?"
Ye Qinghan poured wine for Murong Shaofeng. Tonight, he sprinkled a handful of salt on their wounds. They were in pain and he was in pain, so let's get drunk together!
Mu Yunxuan didn't know how he walked back to Mingyue Xuan.
Qing Feng was following behind him, and he also heard Ye Qinghan's words.
He wanted to step forward many times to help Mu Yunxuan, who was stumbling, but he just endured it.
We don't know where the love started, but we are already deeply in love. Sometimes the vows are still there, but we still don't see the lover. How will the Holy Master bear such a blow
"Yunxuan, you are back."
Su Zimo was sitting in the courtyard. She waved to Mu Yunxuan. Under the dark night sky, the candlelight reflected her bright smile.
Mu Yunxuan used all his strength to force out a smile.
"Momo, it's cold outside, why did you come out again?"
He suppressed all the painful expression on his face and returned to his previous gentle appearance, but it was too difficult for him at this moment.
The corners of his lips would always tremble with pain.
"Wait for you!"
Su Zimo was as happy as her husband waiting to come back from a trip.
"You! Late autumn is getting colder and colder. Mo'er, you can wait in the house."
His heart was full of courage and happiness, so he walked over and picked her up and walked into the house.
"Then I won't be able to see you right away."
Su Zimo nuzzled into his arms with a happy look on her face.
Mu Yunxuan looked down at her happy look, with a pair of dark eyes slightly glowing with blue light. This time, the blue light was bluer than ever.
He looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to see into the depths of her soul.
The autumn night is like ink, so dark that it makes people feel breathless.
Su Zimo was particularly enthusiastic tonight.
Like a chatterbox, he kept talking non-stop, and a pair of soft catkins kept making trouble on Mu Yunxuan's body.
Even though Mu Yunxuan was in no mood or smiling at the moment, his heart was as heavy as a boulder and he couldn't breathe, but in the face of her enthusiasm, he gradually became distraught.
Mu Yunxuan suddenly turned over. That night, Su Zimo suffered from his domineering and powerful possessive aura, as if he wanted to rub her into her bones.
Su Zimo woke up slowly at noon the next day. Su Zimo thought of Mu Yunxuan's crazy behavior last night and felt strange. However, after thinking about it, she always felt that it was her enthusiasm that caused the trouble. , Su Zimo couldn't help but blush, she was such a pervert, she never thought she would be so bold.
"Master, get up."
Qinglian came in and looked at her with a meaningful smile.