Qiao Mohan returned to Qiao's house in despair, covering his heart in vain, that position was hurting at the moment, he was about to lose his mind, and wanted to treat Lin Qian as rudely and furiously as last time.

But what little sanity he had left allowed him to suppress the raging rage, and he took a slender and straight step to the underground cellar.

There is nothing like wine to numb a man's heart and not feel pain.

Qiao Mohan came to the wine cellar, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, opened the wine cabinet closest to him, took out a bottle of red wine, opened the wine lid rudely and poured it into his mouth eagerly.

One bottle is not enough, two, three, four...... In the end, Qiao Mohan sat down on the cold ground dejectedly, and the meticulous crumbs that had been combed were found in the decadence in front of him.

The whole body is surrounded by wood, numbness, and hollowness, like a fragile ceramic doll, which will be shattered with just a light touch.

Where is there still a half-point majestic, handsome, and decisive appearance on weekdays? Like a drunkard, he held the wine bottle in his hand and tirelessly poured it into his mouth.

The floor of the wine cellar was already full of empty wine bottles, Qiao Mohan took the wine bottle in his hand, opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth, and poured it for a long time without a drop falling into his mouth.

He threw the wine bottle aside, staggered to his feet, and held on to the doorknob of the wine cabinet, but no matter how hard he tried, he was weak and weak, and the door of the wine cabinet did not move.

Qiao Mohan, who couldn't get the wine after a long time, could only give up, shook his body and stepped on a virtual step, slowly groping his way to the bed where he once upon a time hugged and slept with Lin Qian.

Which pillow next to him has not been allowed to be cleaned, every night without Lin Qian, he spends by smelling the lingering fragrance of Lin Qian's faint hair on which pillowcase.

Relying on his strong memory, Qiao Mohan slowly touched the upstairs, and late at night, the chaotic footsteps just woke up Meng Yao, who had been sleeping lightly.

Ever since she said goodnight to Mrs. Qiao, she has always paid attention to Qiao Mohan's movements outside the door, but she has waited for most of the day without a trace of movement.

Unconsciously leaned back on the sofa and fell asleep, and now this footstep was like an alarm clock in her ears, Meng Yao immediately opened the door softly, revealing a trace of the crack in the door, and kept looking outside to observe the situation.

Without waiting for a while, Qiao Mohan, who was drunk and drunk, walked in front of the door of her room, and through a door, the strong smell of wine penetrated the tip of Meng Yao's nose along with the crack in the door.

Qiao Mohan: Is this drunk? After waiting for a while, Meng Yao didn't see Lin Qian's figure.

I guessed in my heart, did these two people argue about something? It should be.

Qiao Mohan's body was full of wine, she could smell it through this crack in the door, and after drinking so much, she didn't see Lin Qian's shadow, it seemed that she was right.

The corners of Meng Yao's mouth rose wildly, because she knew that the opportunity that belonged to her had come.

Immediately opened the door and walked to Qiao Mohan's side, a pair of delicate arms supported Qiao Mohan's arms, and asked anxiously and worriedly.

"Mo Han, why did you drink so much? I'll help you go to rest~"

The clear female voice in his ears made Qiao Mohan shake his head with a splitting headache, he stopped, raised his peach blossom eyes, and tried hard to see the woman with a blurred face in front of him.

No matter how wide his eyes were, the woman in front of him was always overlapping.

"Mo Han, let's go, I'll help you go to rest."

The soft and tactful words are somewhat similar to the way Lin Qian speaks.

Qiao Mohan's body shook suddenly, his face was bitter, like a child who had been robbed of his beloved toy, and said inarticulately: "Old ...... Wife, you, you don't want to ...... with someone else Walk ......"

Meng Yao held Qiao Mohan's hand for a moment, his subordinates unconsciously exerted force, and at this time he was still thinking about Lin Qian? She framed Lin Qian for doing things that hurt Qiao's and hurt him like that, why, why do you still fall in love with her!

The pure and delicate face was instantly covered with dark clouds, and his facial features were distorted into a terrifying appearance, looking at Qiao Mohan who was so drunk that he was unconscious.

Qiao Jingxuan's words suddenly recalled in her mind, acting at the opportunity, acting at the opportunity...... Such a great opportunity, she must not miss it again! She's going to give herself tonight!

He looked at Qiao Mohan beside him with obsessive eyes and said, "Okay, I'm not leaving, Mohan, let's go rest......"

Holding Qiao Mohan's body, she entered a clean guest room by the way, she didn't want to hand herself over in the place where Qiao Mohan had done with Lin Qian.

I have to say that Qiao Mohan's wine is very good, not noisy or noisy, Meng Yao just helped him weakly, and easily brought him into the guest room.

Gently put him on the bed, and dragged off the shoes and socks for him, after taking off the shoes and socks, she slowly came to the bedside, and her slender hand put her hand on Qiao Mohan's well-defined face, with a strong attachment.

The thin hand slowly came to Qiao Mohan's collar, and gently unbuttoned the first button for him, and his little face instantly turned red, holding back the shyness, and speeding up his subordinates.

Soon Qiao Mohan's white and sturdy waist was revealed in front of Meng Yao, Meng Yao's breath was stagnant, and an indescribable picture was already lingering in his mind.

Slowly stood up, took off the light pajamas he was wearing, left only close-fitting clothes, stepped barefoot on the ground, turned around and stepped lightly on the bed.

"Mo Han, Mo Han~"

Leaned over, looked at the handsome face close at hand, and called softly.

When he lowered his head, he wanted to be on Qiao Mohan's thin lips, but the moment he approached Qiao Mohan, a loud cry came.

"Fuck off."

This was accompanied by a powerful arm that pushed her away and jerked her off the bed.

Meng Yao's center of gravity was unstable, and he rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

"You, you're not Lin Qian, don't, don't touch me......"

After Qiao Mohan, who was lying on the bed, lifted Meng Yao down, he muttered, and after speaking, he tilted his head and fell asleep, frowning with a good-looking brow.

Meng Yao rolled on the ground several times, until her back hit a corner of the table, and she suffered a hard blow on her back before stopping.

The sharp pain from her back made Meng Yao's good-looking little face wrinkle, and the cherry little mouth was even more grinning at the moment.

Got up from the ground with difficulty, she climbed into bed again and again without giving up, and approached Qiao Mohan, but without exception, she was not overturned to the ground by Qiao Mohan.

Meng Yao, who has not been met very much, is already bruised several times on her back at the moment, and she needs more time to get up from the ground every time she hurts.

Looking at Qiao Mohan, who was sleeping quietly on the bed, how could he still have so much strength when he was drunk?