"Seventy-Seven"

Mo Qingmiao couldn't help but shout Mo Qiqi's name.? Huo Ran Wen ??? ???．? ｒａｎｅｎA`ｃｏｍ

When he finished shouting, he frowned again.

Why is he shouting Qiqi's name like this? What do you think when someone else hears it?

Wouldn't it ruin Qiqi's reputation?

At this time, Changsheng, who was sitting under the porch outside the door, also heard it very sensitively.

The young master called Miss's name again.

Could it be because the young master and the young lady had a dispute?

I think it's the same, that day, after the young lady went out from here, she never came again.

That's how it should be! If you invite the young lady over, you must be ......

Changsheng thought about it, and hurriedly got up and ran outside.

It was until he got to the outside of Mo Qiqi's courtyard that he let people in and spread the word.

Soon, Changsheng saw Mo Qiqi.

"Miss, the young master doesn't know how today, he was drunk in the house, and he called Miss your name, Miss, go and take a look!"

Changsheng was very anxious, he had been serving in front of the young master for so many years, but he had never seen the young master look so out of shape.

When Mo Qiqi heard this, he hurriedly stood up, took Fubao and followed Changsheng, and went to the depths of the bamboo forest together.

"Stand here, don't go over."

As soon as he walked in, there was still a lot of distance from the house, and Mo Qiqi stopped.

"Yes!"

Fu Bao and Changsheng nodded busily, standing in place, not continuing to move forward.

Mo Qiqi walked forward, and as soon as he approached the bamboo house, he could already smell the strong smell of wine inside.

She frowned and strode inside.

Seeing Mo Qingmiao sitting in front of the window, the sunlight was scattered through the window.

It's obviously a gorgeous sunshine, and at this time, it is so gently shrouded in Mo Qingmi, but it makes people feel that all this in front of them is dark.

Mo Qingmiao's body shook a few times, his hand held high, and brought the wine to his lips.

The gurgling liquor ran down his neck and soaked through his clothes.

"Brother."

Seeing Mo Qingmiao like this, Mo Qiqi was a little distressed, and hurriedly stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Mo Qingmao's hand, preventing him from continuing to drink.

Mo Qiqi looked at his side, and several wine jugs had already been placed.

"How much wine have you drunk!"

Mo Qiqi suddenly became angry, reached out and snatched the wine jug in Mo Qingmao's hand and threw it on the ground.

The wine was thrown on the ground, and soon the wine spread freely, and the aroma of the wine in the room became even stronger.

"Seventy-seven."

Mo Qingmiao's body shook, tilted his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes.

"Brother."

Mo Qiqi frowned and shouted at him, his eyes were full of distress that he couldn't suppress.

"Qiqi, don't frown."

Mo Qingmiao said this, stretched out his hand, and gently nodded at Mo Qiqi's eyebrows.

His fingertips were a little cold, but they made Mo Qiqi's heart scorching for a while.

"I think I must be drunk, otherwise how would Qiqi have come over."

Mo Qingmiao smiled, and there was some bitterness in his smile.

Mo Qiqi looked at him motionless for a moment, looking at him in such pain.

I also vaguely felt in my heart, did I do something wrong?

"Seventy-seven."

Suddenly, Mo Qingmao crushed Mo Qiqi to the ground, and Mo Qiqi's black hair was spread down in an instant.

Ink hair, snow skin, red skin. lips, the whole person is coquettish like a goblin.

"You're so beautiful, Seventy-Seven."

Mo Qingmiao's gaze has been greedily staying on Mo Qiqi's face, and his slender fingers have also gently stroked Mo Qiqi's face. Touch.

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