"Hey! Where do you live? Xia Mohan waved the smell of alcohol in the air and asked with disgust. Bookmark this site

Mo Yihan didn't say a word, lay in the chair with his arms folded and fell asleep.

Seeing him ignore himself, Xia Mohan pursed his mouth with a melancholy expression.

After thinking about it for a while, she decided to drive home, settle the man first, and then go to pick up Song Zexi.

Xia Mohan took a lot of effort to bring Mo Yihan home, she was just about to throw him directly on the sofa, but who knew that she stumbled and fell on the sofa with him.

This man is dead!

Xia Mohan complained, wanting to push Mo Yihan away and sit up, but Mo Yihan took the opportunity to press her body down, and his big hand took the opportunity to grab her wrist and pressed it to the top of her head, and a handsome face approached her so unexpectedly.

Xia Mohan's eyes widened in shock.

The two looked at each other, close enough to hear each other's heartbeats.

Mo Yihan's eyes are blurry and deep, which is extremely unpredictable.

He lowered his eyes slightly, tilted his head, and his thin lips fell.

Xia Mohan reflexively pushed Mo Yihan away, and at this moment, the mobile phone in the handbag rang at the right time.

Mo Yihan was pushed to the ground by her and sat paralyzed against the sofa, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Xia Mohan who was taking out his mobile phone from his bag.

The caller ID on the mobile phone screen was "Song Zexi", and his mobile phone number was sent to her by Master Professor Tang this morning.

Xia Mohan glanced at the wall clock on the wall again, and realized that he had missed the pick-up time.

"Hey, Song Zexi." Xia Mohan pressed the answer button and called out awkwardly.

"Mohan, where are you? I've gotten off the plane, but I don't seem to find you at the exit. Song Zexi said softly.

Xia Mohan hurriedly explained, but he was a little hesitant: "Oh! Oh! I—I'm still on the road, stuck in traffic. ”

"Mo Han-" At this time, the voice of the handsome gentleman behind him was ambiguous and magnetic.

Xia Mohan suddenly had goosebumps on the ground, and before he could come to his senses, he fell into a warm embrace behind him.

She was hugged by Mo Yihan from behind......

What's even worse is that this man also took advantage of her not hanging up the phone, put his lips to her face, and continued to tease the mobile phone in her hand: "Xiao Mo - I really want you to ...... again"

In the next second, Xia Mohan was embarrassed.

"You're sick, you!" For no reason, she blurted out a burst of angry scolding.

Mo Yihan simply threw down Xia Mohan and gave her a "bang".

Xia Mohan stared at Mo Yihan with wide eyes, only to see that his handsome face was slightly flushed with drunkenness, one hand was propped up on the side of her head, and the other hand was pulling the tie and unbuttoning the placket, revealing his sexy collarbone.

"Hey! What do you want? Feed! Hey, hey, hey! Don't mess around! Don't take off your clothes! Xia Mohan stretched out her hands against Mo Yihan, and the phone was forgotten by her and was not hung up.

"Mo Han—Mo Han—" Song Zexi's anxious call came from the earpiece.

Mo Yihan then reached out and pressed the hang up button on the phone screen, and looked at Xia Mohan who was suppressed by himself with his thin lips slightly raised.

"Say, who's that man on the phone?"

Mo Yi's cold tone was full of domineering.