Mu Hanshen hugged Bo Huan tightly in his arms, and the strong smell of wine on his body almost fainted Bo Huan, "Don't hate me, don't hate me......"

The man's voice was exceptionally humble and bleak.

After coming to Mu's house for so long, Mu Hanshen has always been high, cold as ice, never like now.

humble, as if Mu Bao begged her to stay.

"I don't hate you!" Bo Huan spoke softly, soothing: "Then do you want to let go first-" Open me!

Before Bo Huan's words were finished, the man suddenly lowered his head directly......

Mu Han was drunk and couldn't listen to what he said at all.

"Mu Hanshen-" Bo Huan finally breathed fresh air, but he couldn't push the man on his body.

In desperation, her hand grabbed the ashtray on the side.

But when Bo Huan wanted to smash it ruthlessly, he suddenly heard Mu Hanshen murmuring in his ear: "Don't hate me, it's not my fault!" ”

After saying that, the man turned his head and fell asleep on top of her.

Bo Huan's hand was stunned in mid-air, and he pushed Mu Hanshen's body to confirm that he had really fallen asleep, and then put down the ashtray with peace of mind.

After struggling for so long, Bo Huan had long lost the strength, and her injured leg was so well pressed by Mu Han that she couldn't get up at all, and she couldn't push him away.

At this moment, the villa is extraordinarily quiet, as if everyone has already slept.

Bo Huan wanted to call someone, but he was afraid of waking up Mu Bao, who had just fallen asleep, when the time came, one big and one small......

What kind of iniquity has she created!

Bo Huan simply gave up struggling and looked down at the sleeping man, a little curious.

Aunt Gu said: Everyone in the Mu family is Mu Hanshen's taboo, and she also said that he felt guilty about Mu Bao.

Just now, Mu Hanshen said again: It's not his fault, don't hate him!

Also, who the hell wants him dead?

Bo Huan was so tired that he didn't continue to think about it, his tense nerves loosened, and sleepiness slowly attacked.

Quiet and beautiful.

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The next morning, the wind was calm.

Bo Huan woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, and found that Mu Hanshen was still lying on top of her, holding her hand tightly, burying her head in her arms, and sleeping deeply.

As soon as she moved, the man on her body was also woken up, and his eyelids opened sleepily.

Seeing her, Mu Hanshen was obviously stunned for a moment, and his memory was confused.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Bo Huan withdrew his hand, his cheeks were dyed a hint of crimson, and he tilted his face and spoke: "You were drunk last night!" ”

"So, what did you do to me?" Mu Hanshen pressed Bo Huan's body that wanted to move, lowered his head, and stared at her flustered little face with bottomless black eyes.

Just one glance made him feel refreshed.

Bo Huan's eyes widened, like a fried cat: "Mr. Mu, the face is a good thing, I suggest you pick it up and wear it!" ”

"Why did you come in?" The corners of Mu Hanshen's mouth lifted, and his gaze never left the girl's face from beginning to end.

Bo Huan was powerless to explain, "I passed by, you dragged me in!" ”

"You're peeking at me?" Mu Hanshen's eyebrows raised, and he vaguely remembered some broken words in his mind.

She said she didn't hate him!

There are still people in this world who don't hate him!

Scold!

"What?" She's deaf!

How can there be such brazen people in the world?

Mu Han lowered his head, his handsome face approached Bo Huan, as if he wanted to see something from her face.