"Sir, don't see outside, we are all our own people, and it is human nature to lose shape occasionally." I shook the empty bottle and there was not a drop left.

Mu Xiaoyan got up and asked him, "Is there still any wine?" ”

As soon as he stood up, Mu Xiaoyan felt that his eyelids were a little heavy.

This is not scientific, why has she not been drunk since she met Fu Moyang?

Could it be that I used to drink fake wine, so I didn't pour a thousand glasses?

"Sir..... ...... first" Mu Xiaoyan's words were not finished, her eyelids were fighting fiercely, and her eyes were staring hard at all.

"Sir, if you don't have enough fun, take a few more bottles out, I will definitely sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."

The bold words she said were ambitious, but after only taking two steps, her body slipped down and fell on the sofa next to Fu Moyang.

Mu Xiaoyan fell, and the living room of Nuoda instantly fell silent.

The sound of her even breathing came from the side, and the man who had been silent turned his head, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly compared to the previous indifference.

Today is his mother's death day, and it is a day he will never forget, he has insomnia, and he can't sleep all night on this day.

Suddenly there was someone by his side, Fu Moyang was not used to it, he used to carry it alone, good or bad things, whether he could close his eyes or not, whether he could sleep or not.

It's all a person who holds on, but there is a small thing around him, and there is an indescribable feeling in his heart, and he doesn't know what kind of feelings it is.

Maybe he was too lonely and wanted to find a partner, only she looked pleasing to the eye, and her proximity didn't disgust him, so no matter what kind of conditions she proposed, he agreed.

Putting down the goblet that had already been empty in his hand, Fu Moyang stretched out his long arm and picked up the little woman who was sleeping like a random person.

"I still want to drink, 200,000 yuan of wine is really delicious...... I'm going to drink eight of his ten bottles, then I'm a millionaire, hehe....." The little thing in his arms struggled for a moment, and let out a dream.

Fu Moyang lowered his eyes and stared at her sleeping appearance, just a bottle of red wine of 200,000 yuan, which made her smile even in her dreams.

It's good, it's just a pity that he can't even sleep.

Even though he had already added sleeping pills to the red wine here, he still couldn't sleep, and at the beginning, Ning Xiran advised him to quit early.

I've also tried hypnosis, but it still hasn't had any effect, and sleeping pills and red wine every night can only be a kind of psychological comfort.

Following.

Because of the biological alarm clock, Mu Xiaoyan wakes up very early every morning.

I used to have to take care of my sick mother's daily life, but now it has become a habit.

When I opened my eyes, why was it still dark in the room?

The room she lived in was all white, and every day when she opened her eyes, she was white.

The curtains, bed sheets, and sheets are all white, and even the pajamas and slippers that Xiaoyu gave her are white, and those who don't know think that her room is for funerals.

At first, she was quite annoying, thinking about whether to talk to Uncle Dong or Fu Moyang, and don't give her white things.

It's just that under the eaves of people, some people live well, and where else have to pick.

Stretching her waist, how did she feel weird, as if her arm had touched something hard?

Originally, I was still a little confused, but the touch was obviously a person?!

Frightened, she got up, and suddenly found that her waist seemed to be imprisoned by something, and she couldn't get up at all.