Five hundred and twelve rules
Yuan Ye was silent, and he couldn't help without Yu Mocheng. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 But if something really went wrong with him after drinking these three ghost pepper cocktails, she was afraid that she would not be able to face the mistakes she made in her life, she couldn't bear the consequences at all, she would rather turn these people into idiots and be hunted down as monsters.
So Yuan Ye pounced with all his strength to knock over the three glasses of wine at once, but Yu Mocheng's hand was too flexible, not only did he dodge the wine in his hand, but also hooked her waist and pressed it on his leg.
Li Zhizhi laughed: "Who said that Yu Ergongzi was sluggish and incomprehensible, you see, this hand of wine, hand of beauty, how merry and happy?" ”
During the banquet, everyone laughed, and some people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and Yu Mocheng's image of subverting the past soon spread wildly in the imperial capital circle.
Yuan Ye tried his best to break free from him, but the disparity in strength was huge, and he was firmly held by his left arm and sat on his thigh. Looking at her suffocated red face, Yu Mocheng's heart rippled, and he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her crimson cheek.
Sighing and whistling. Li Zhizhi sneered in her heart: Yu Mocheng is not afraid that you are strong, but afraid that you have no weakness, it turns out that this girl is your weakness, and you are dead!
Before the original leaf rippled out of the sour feeling between the kisses, Yu Mocheng had already drunk the three cups of ghost pepper cocktail in one go. Before Yuan Ye could recover from the shock from his drinking, Yu Mocheng had already pulled her up and walked out.
Li Zhimei's voice came from behind: "Second Young Master Yu, abide by the rules, otherwise you will fail, and my car will be borrowed from you." With a wave of his hand, the car keys flew towards Yu Mocheng.
Yu Mocheng reached out and took the key.
Yuan Ye scolded: "Your uncle, the wine has been drunk, what are the other fart rules?" ”
didn't hear what Li Zhizhi and the others said, Yu Mocheng had already pulled out the door.
In the middle hall, the waitress had already brought Yuan Ye's coat over. Yuan Ye grabbed the clothes with one hand, and Yu Mocheng grabbed the other hand, and hurriedly walked out.
Before she walked out of the hot spring garden, Yuan Ye felt Yu Mocheng grasp her hand and began to tremble, and her steps became staggering
Yuan Ye hurriedly supported him and said, "How are you?" ”
"It's fine." Yu Mocheng's face had turned crimson, as if he had been soaked in chili pepper water.
In the courtyard, a waiter said, "Young Master Li's car is over here." ”
The two followed him to a sports car, and Yuan Ye went to grab the key in Yu Mocheng's hand.
Yu Mocheng clenched tightly and said, "I'll drive." ”
"You can drive?" Yuan Ye was surprised, "Even if you know how to drive, you can't drive in your current condition." "Yu Mocheng is obviously already drunk, where does Yuan Ye dare to let him drive.
But Yu Mocheng shook and stuffed Yuan Ye into the co-pilot: "Take you out of here and return to your residence, this matter will be over, otherwise, according to the rules of the imperial capital circle, it is still my violation." ”
Yuan Ye couldn't help but shout: "What kind of rule is this?" Forcing people to drive drunk, it is clearly a ......" She wants to say that it is clearly forcing people to death, but when she thinks about it, isn't Li Meimei just looking forward to Yu Mocheng's death? He quickly stopped.
Yu Mocheng staggered into the driver's seat, but after inserting it several times, she couldn't insert the key in, she wanted to help him, but he refused. She was afraid that this was their rule again, so she didn't dare to help him anymore, so she could only watch him fail again and again and be anxious.
When Yu Mocheng finally inserted the key into the keyhole, sweat soaked his hair, and his hair clung to his forehead, like a middle school student who had just finished his morning exercise. (To be continued.) )