After these two words were spoken, everyone was not calm.

Cold ink wringing eyebrows!

Cold pudding surprise!

Lai Baoer was surprised!

Liu Yuan waited to see a good show with bad intentions!

However, He Yuxue was the most realistic, and chose a red wine with the lowest degree for Qin Chenchen. Qin Chenchen thanked him, then raised his head and drank it all.

Leng Mo looked at her, and her thin lips pursed into a straight line. He sat across from her, from head to toe, with a cold, silent aura.

Qin Chenchen didn't know what bad luck he had, and he was the one with the smallest card point in the second game. So she was still punished.

At this time, all up, she actually drank four glasses of wine in total. The face, which has been able to feel strongly on its own, begins to get hot.

But fortunately, I'm not drunk yet, only a little dizzy.

"Drink... Wine! ”

Another glass of red wine.

The amount of alcohol is not bad, and I can't get drunk for the time being, but my stomach can't stand it. She could feel that her stomach was full of gurgling red wine, and she went straight to the toilet to solve her internal needs, and came back to fight again.

Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night. For Qin Chenchen, it was a night of stepping on shit luck.

She felt that there was a bug in the card. Play ten hands, four or five of them are among her! After a round of play, she drank seven or eight glasses of wine.

Now, she felt very bad. Because she's drunk!

When she was in a daze, she heard Leng Pudding ask Leng Mo: "Brother, you have some skin!"

Leng Mo replied with a sentence she often said: "Skin, I'm very happy!" ”

Then, she felt that she was being picked up, and after a while, she heard Liu Yuan's angry call: "Leng Mo, you come back for me......"

……

Leng Jia, Leng Mo sat on the bed against the head of the bed, looking at the little woman lying next to him with a stinging gaze.

At this time, her little face was delicate and red because of drunkenness, and her pink red lips were full and moist, wanting to make people kiss her.

She closed her eyes, probably because she was drunk and uncomfortable, so her thick eyelashes were always trembling slightly, and at the same time, they kept turning over and over.

The dress she wore tonight was a bandeau top, and because of the toss, the skirt came directly to the base of her thighs.

Leng Mo looked at her snow-white slender legs steadily, and couldn't help but think of her spreading her legs around his waist and being confused.

The fire in his lower abdomen burned more and more, and he rolled his throat and his deep eyes moved away.

"What if I keep filming this time?"

Qin Chenchen will be broken when he is drunk! This used to make Leng Mo hate it very much.

It's good this time, he will be afraid of her constantly!

If she kept filming, what he did to her next would remind her the next morning, wouldn't it be a waste of her efforts?

After struggling for a long time, he definitely endured it! This kind of thing is really hard to say.

So, he gently covered her with the quilt, turned off the bedside lamp, and planned to escape from the room quickly.

As soon as I walked to the door, there was a thud, the sound of flesh hitting the ground.

He turned around, frightened to the point that his soul was almost out of his body.

This girl actually fell out of bed.

Do you want to sleep so restlessly?

He stepped forward, scooped her up from the ground, and put her back on the bed.

This time, Qin Chenchen actually hugged his waist and refused to let go.

"Don't go." She muttered with tears in her voice.

Leng Mo's heart twitched, pushed her hand away, and stopped like this.

He looked at her quietly, and at this time, she frowned delicately, and her little face was pitiful, as if she had been greatly wronged.

It is indeed a great grievance. And it's because of him.

Therefore, even if she selectively forgets the past between him and her, it is still in the depths of her soul, and it is still painful.

His fingertips gently rubbed her soft lips until the place became hot, and he muttered, "Actually, I was trying to explain it to you." ”

It's just that it's too late.

The child, lost under circumstances unknown to him.

Her heart was broken by him when he was busy dealing with foreign affairs.

Their past, with his permission, she easily chose to forget.

Is it her amnesia addiction, or is he hurting too deeply?