Unexpectedly, Bo Ming still listened to Mo Sheng, and Ba Yuan withdrew his hand again.

It seems that I won't be able to drink it this time anyway.

If you were to tease her when you were drunk like you did last time, it would be torture, and you couldn't touch a drop of wine at all.

"Then don't drink it, it's really not good to drink alcohol." Lubei caters to the road.

The wine could not be drunk, and they had to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Yahan had already prepared the guest room for them, and just when they were all leaving, Lu Bei still had the idea of playing games with Mo Sheng, anyway, it was still early for the night, and he put on Mo Sheng's shoulder and chatted about what game he was going to play later.

As a result, Bo Ming stopped Mo Sheng, and Lu Bei had no chance to jump.

"Mo Sheng, come to my room."

After speaking, Bo Ming left, leaving no space for Mo Sheng.

"Oh."

Mo Sheng's interest was like a basin of cold water bursting.

Lu Bei patted Mo Sheng and blinked, "Go, Uncle Bei is waiting for you in the room." ”

didn't know what Bo Ming was looking for her, Mo Sheng could only follow behind him and quietly came to the room.

Bo Ming's room layout is very large, and the study is connected together, as long as you open the secret door to the study, opposite the study is a big bathroom, the super large soft bed in the room is very eye-catching, she has never sat on it, but I have always felt that the most comfortable place in the house should be the bed of Bo Ming.

She walked around the room, didn't want to sit on the sofa, simply squatted on the corner of the bed and sat on the blanket, leaning against the edge of the bed, her back to the place felt different, and touched the soft touch, which was really as comfortable as she imagined.

If I slept every day in the future, I would be happy.

"Do you have any illusions about my bed?"

Bo Ming stared at her for a long time, and his straight eyes didn't even let go of the bed.

Song Ning hurriedly got up, "No, I'll just touch it casually." Uncle Bo, what are you looking for me? ”

"I'll let you in and sit down."

Actually, it's nothing at all, I just don't want her to have a better time with those brothers.

Otherwise, he will really forget about being an uncle in the future.

Sit down?

It's not good to sit anywhere, but to sit in the room.

She was going to play a game, and said, "Since it's okay, I'll go back to my room." ”

She was about to leave, and the interest she had finally come to couldn't just dissipate.

Seeing that she was about to run, Bo Ming frowned and shouted, "Something! ”

Mo Sheng turned around, "Uncle Bo, what the hell is going on?" ”

"Headache."

Bo Ming sat on the chair, closed his eyes and closed his eyes, "Last time, I stayed up all night looking for you, and I had a headache." ”

Hearing that it was so serious, Mo Sheng's enthusiasm really dissipated, and he ran back again, asking nervously, "Does your head hurt?" Uncle Bo, where are you in pain, I'll help you rub it and see if it can relieve it, or do you want to call a doctor to show you. ”

"No, you can rub it for me." Bo Ming put his hands around his chest and said coldly.

"Okay, I'll rub it for you."

Doesn't that make her anxious?

Mo Sheng hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his temples with his hands, "Uncle Bo, is this here?" ”

"Hmm."

Mo Sheng rubbed him with all his might, for fear that his symptoms would not be alleviated.

Her Uncle Bo hasn't asked for a wife yet, if she has a headache at a young age, what will happen in the future.

And it was also to find the sequelae she left, saying that she had to pinch Uncle Bo's shoulders, rub his head, and relax.

Half an hour later, Mo Sheng's hands were sore, "Uncle Bo, does it still hurt?" ”

"It hurts." Bo Ming only replied with one word.

It's incredible.

Mo Sheng increased his strength and kneaded again.

An hour later.

"Uncle Bo......"

"It hurts."