Chapter 956 Who asked you to come here
He had seen Xu Tingting do this before. It was quite meaningful and better than wasteful.
After walking for a while, Mo Tingshen took off his coat, found a branch of a tree to hang on, and ran around the hotel at night.
After half an hour, return along the road, take off your coat and return to the hotel.
The room card was plugged in, and the lights in the room were automatically turned on. He turned off a few lights, threw his coat on the sofa when he passed by, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
Mo Ting was not used to wearing hotel bathrobes, so he went in with a pair of casual pants. After washing, he came out wearing a pair of pants without any upper body. He put a white towel on his shoulders and wiped his hair.
He picked up the phone and took a look at it, browsed two documents, replied and put the phone on the bedside table with him.
He opened the quilt and lay in. Suddenly his expression became serious and he pulled the quilt completely away.
Chu Yao was lying on her stomach with her hands under her cheeks. She had been suffocating in the quilt for an unknown amount of time. Even the warm orange light could not cover her blushing face. She was looking at him with half-squinted eyes.
"Brother, your quilt is so heavy."
"Who asked you to come here!"
Chu Yao tilted his head, "I have my own feet, so I came here by myself. What's wrong?"
She chuckled and followed. Like a fool.
Completely two extremes from the old man who always quarrels with him during the day.
Mo Tingshen pressed his eyebrows hard, "How much have you drunk?"
Chu Yao blinked and blinked, and his glasses opened wider and wider. He thought she was awake, but it didn't look like it, but she looked at him with a pair of gurgling eyes.
“Brother, my back hurts.”
“I can’t rub it!”
“It really hurts, it hurts like a wire, and my legs hurt too.”
"The legs are fine," Mo Tingshen suppressed his anger, "Which one?"
Chu's waist arched in the quilt, and she stretched out one foot. She kicked the quilt up, then pushed it to the side, and stretched her legs to the edge of the bed as much as possible.
Mo Tingshen put the quilt back on her body, but she didn't even bother to pull it up. He still had to expose her face.
He sat on the edge of the bed, picked up one of her legs and put it on his lap, massaging it skillfully.
"Where did you go to drink wine?"
Chu Yao hooked up his hair at the temples, "There is it in the room, it tastes great, but drinking alone is too boring. ” Mo Ting frowned and his heart skipped a beat.
I have a very bad feeling in my gut.
"Bring me here and let me drink with you?"
"Well, brother is so smart!"
He really doesn't feel like a fool who was drunk to the pulp. Compliments are a good thing.
Chu dug around, and took out two empty cups from nowhere. He gave one to him very generously, "Here, drink."
Mo Ting's deep anger surged up again, and he tensed up. She asked loudly: "Where's the wine?"
"Huh?"
Chu Yao poured both glasses over and squinted one eye, not knowing what she wanted to aim at. , shaking it twice, "It's gone, it's all in my stomach."
Mo Tingshen's face was uncontrollably cast with a cold look.
He leaned down, pinched Chu Yao's face to make her look up, and came closer to smell, "Drinking white?"
"Yes."
Chu Yao got out from under the quilt. She crawled out a little and propped up her upper body with her elbows, "If you don't believe me, try it."
She raised her head, bumped into him and kissed him.
Kiss on the lips.
Mo Tingshen froze instantly, and even his breathing seemed to be cut off.
Looking coldly at the girl close at hand, his eyes became colder by the inch.
That look in his eyes was like being thrown into a cold pool very quickly, sinking so deep that there was no bottom, leaving only the bone-chilling coldness floating on the surface.
“Chu Yao.”
He opened it word by word and called her.
(End of this chapter)