Mu Xiaolei sat up from the bed.

The man leaned over Wei An's body, and in an instant, a magnified handsome face was reflected in her flowing pupils.

The man's cheeks were as handsome as a god, and the broken hair on his forehead half-hid the cold ink eyes, which were deep and charming, but also cold and cold. His breath was hot and messy, and a strong smell of wine came to his nose.

Between the slender fingers, what he was carrying was the silk carved silk quilt pulled from the soles of Mu Xiaolei's feet.

"Han Wei, have you been drinking?" Mu Xiaolei frowned slightly.

However, before the man could speak, her eyes were fixed on the collar of the man's slightly open shirt, and there was a ...... on the bare wheat-colored neck

"Billions of Presidents Come to Collide with Marriage" Chapter 82 The drunk man is hitting his hand, please wait a moment,

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