Mo Xi'er frowned slightly, her body in his arms stiff.
Raising her arms, she struggled at first, but when she thought about the two of them getting married in front of so many people, it seemed unnecessary to resist now.
The raised hand dropped, and Mo Xier simply let him go.
However, she was obviously a little distracted.
When he kissed her, she kept her eyes on the wine bottle, and all she could think about was how many more glasses he would have to drink before he got drunk.
Qing Muchen has never been a patient person.
As they kissed, he wanted to hold her and walk to the ***. Mo Xier's face changed slightly, and she pushed his hand, seeming a little nervous, "Wait a minute!"
Qing Muchen raised his eyebrows and waited quietly for her next words.
"Wait until I finish finishing the food!" Mo Xier quickly shrank from his arms, gathered all the food on the table next to her, and pushed the wine bottle to him.
She didn't leave any food for him to fill his stomach, as if she was still a little afraid that he would sober up after eating.
From beginning to end, she kept pliing him with alcohol.
Qing Muchen's head was already confused at this time, and his stomach was also very uncomfortable.
After she drank a few more drinks, Mo Xier did not achieve the desired effect and was not drunk.
It’s just that I have a stomach bug!
Qing Muchen's stomach wasn't very good. When he was busy dealing with matters related to Jue Ye and Qing's company, he forgot that it was common for him to have three meals a day.
Over time, the stomach gets worse and worse, and you will get sick if you are not careful.
Mo Xi'er didn't know this, and she hadn't noticed it even after coming to Qing's house for such a long time.
If she knew, maybe she would be kinder to him.
Qing Muchen frowned and slumped down on the chair, with cold sweat on his forehead. It seemed that he was not feeling well.
"Are you okay?" Mo Xi'er didn't realize what the situation was at first, so she stood up and walked in his direction. She put her hand on his forehead and secretly checked his condition.
Qing Muchen's eyes were lightly closed, his breathing was a little heavy, and he didn't know if he heard her words.
"Speak!" Mo Xi'er nudged him.
Qing Muchen tilted his head to the other side of the chair, but still didn't respond.
The sudden situation suddenly stunned Mo Xier.
When he was at a loss, several bodyguards from outside the room suddenly rushed in.
"Master, are you okay?"
There was a very nervous voice, and several grown men gathered around, checking, rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, as if they were used to this situation.
"What happened?" Mo Xi'er stood aside to make some space for the others.
"The young master has a stomachache. Maybe he drank too much tonight!" one of the bodyguards explained.
Mo Xier, "Does he have a stomach problem?"
"It was there a long time ago," the bodyguard said.
Mo Xier was stunned.
Her expression was a little dull, as if she couldn't accept this fact.
How could a man like Qing Muchen, whose only aura is so lethal, have such a disease
Stomach disease is actually a very common disease that can be seen everywhere in life.
However, Mo Xier still couldn't accept that this kind of thing was related to Qing Muchen.
The bodyguard was busy in the room for a while, found medicine for Qing Muchen, asked him to take it, and then left.
The sound of bang bang bang bang footsteps disappeared outside the room, and only Mo Xi'er and him were left in the room again.
Mo Xi'er stood by the bed, staring at the still pale man in silence, feeling a little guilty for no reason.