He had drunk, and seemed to have drunk quite a bit. After Ning Xiaomeng watched Ajie put Mo Xinchen on the sofa, he turned around and came out.

"What's going on?" She turned around and quickly asked Xiao Min suspiciously.

"When we came back, we found him on the side of the road, and he was drunk and unconscious. I guess he has something to do with you, so I'm sending him here," Xiao Min explained calmly.

"That's a real trouble for you, thank you." She said to them apologetically, then turned her head to look at Mo Xinchen who was moving around on the sofa.

"It's okay, we're neighbors, you take good care of him, he seems to have drunk a lot." Xiao Min glanced at Mo Xinchen on the sofa, patted Ning Xiaomeng's shoulder and smiled.

She smiled and nodded, waved them off, and they went upstairs, and as they were gone, she turned back to the house and closed the door.

Then she limped to Mo Xinchen to look at him, she didn't expect him to go drinking, she looked at his face flushed from drinking and sighed, and quickly ran to clean up a basin of hot water to wipe his face.

"Little Meng...... Xiao Meng ...... "He began to shout again in confusion, and his hands were constantly clutching something.

Ning Xiaomeng rolled her eyes, wrung out the water on the towel, gently wiped his forehead and face, and wiped his hands after wiping his face.

He seemed a little uncomfortable, and his brow furrowed and licked his lips.

"What's wrong? Do you want to drink water? I'll pour it for you right away. ”

She let go of his hand and turned to pour him water on the coffee table, only to be able to pull her quickly and accurately within a second of his hand.

She was stunned and turned her head to look at him, his eyes were half-squinted, his brows were furrowed, he grabbed her hand tightly, gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, and then pulled her down into his arms with all his might.

Suddenly bumping into his strong chest, she snorted and looked up at him with a frown, not knowing what he was going to do next.

The smell of alcohol on his body was strong, mixed with a little sweat, and the smell made her stomach churn, and she wanted to open it, but she realized that there was an extra hand on her back.

"Little Meng...... Don't leave me...... Don't leave me......" he said, hugging her tight.

She exhaled, smiled with relief, buried her head in his chest, patted her hand gently, and whispered, "I won't." ”

"Water...... ......He let go of her, whispering to her, she understood what he wanted, so she got up from his arms and went to the coffee table to pour water.

After pouring the water, turn around and gently lift his head up against himself, and pass the cup to his mouth to feed him. After drinking a glass of water, he finally fell asleep peacefully.

She put the cup back on the coffee table, put his head down, and got up to find a thin blanket to cover him. After covering it, she looked up at the wall clock, and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

It was so late, she covered her mouth and yawned, looked at him with a light smile for a moment, stroked his silky hair, and got up to go back to the bedroom.

Because the pajamas were stained with the smell of wine on Mo Xinchen's body just now, it really smelled bad, so she found a wide dress from the closet and put it on her body, and went to bed.

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Seven or eight o'clock in the morning.

The sun slowly rises in the east, and the faint sunlight seems quiet and elegant, and the streets do not have that noisy atmosphere, which makes people feel calm and relaxed.

The morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal clear dew drops slid down the leaves, jumping happily. The green grass woke up under the soft morning light, and looked even greener under the washing of the rain and dew.

Today is another sunny day with clear skies.

Ning Xiaomeng tossed and turned on the bed and slept uncomfortably, even so, she didn't want to get up, thinking about how good it would be if someone could go to the toilet for her.

It's over, it's over, it's not going to work, and if you don't go, you're going to wet the bed.

She couldn't hold it back, so she quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, holding the head of the chicken nest, not caring about her image and her current clothes at all, she quickly ran to the door to open the door with her stomach covered, and rushed to the toilet.

She found that as long as people are in a hurry, they will forget their injuries, such as her.