Chapter 182: The Domineering President's White Moonlight (3)

Mu Xiaoxiao went to the kitchen to cook the decanting soup, of course, but - she wouldn't.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you find a system to exchange a sobering medicine and throw it in the boiled boiling water, it will be a bowl of serious sobering soup, and you will be guaranteed to be completely sober in ten minutes.

Zuo Yuyan did still have his own consciousness, but he didn't want to move, how he was lying when he was helped in, and how he is still lying now.

He heard what Mu Xiaoxiao said just now, and his heart was full of disdain, what distress did a woman who worshiped money talk about.

"Yu Yan, the sobering soup is cooked, let it dry for a while, do you want to go to bed and lie down?"

Zuo Yuyan was irritable and angry when she was pulled by her hand, "Get out." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao's movements paused, and after a while, he continued to speak softly to Zuo Yuyan as if he was nothing, "Okay, okay, if you don't want to go to bed, forget it, I'll help you take off your shoes and clothes?" This will also make it more comfortable to lie down. ”

Seeing that Zuo Yuyan had no intention of refusing, Mu Xiaoxiao directly helped him take off his shoes, clothes and pants, and then turned back to the room and took a blanket to cover him.

Mu Xiaoxiao entered the kitchen again and asked the system in her heart, "Except for my strategy object, can you see the favorability of other people?" ”

"No, you can only see the favorability of Xiao Yeshen, the target of the strategy, towards the host."

"Oh."

Mu Xiaoxiao went out with the decanting soup that had become warm, and took a spoon and drank it to Zuo Yuyan one by one.

The sobering pills produced by the system, at most three minutes, can make a hangover completely sober.

Three minutes passed, lying on the sofa still motionless, Mu Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows.

The male protagonist is planning to continue pretending to be drunk?

Wouldn't that be a good opportunity to turn my image around?

Mu Xiaoxiao was about to laugh and cry in her heart, but she looked at Zuo Yuyan with a worried look on her face, "Yuyan, is there any better?" ”

In fact, Zuo Yuyan, who was completely sober, was a little shocked, what kind of sobering soup is so powerful? How long has it been drinking?

How did Mu Xiaoxiao do it?

"Extension, extension?"

shouted several times, but Zuo Yuyan didn't respond, and Mu Xiaoxiao felt that he probably didn't want to pay attention to himself.

Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly quieted down, Zuo Yuyan couldn't help frowning, what kind of moth does this woman want to do?

Thinking of the last time Mu Xiaoxiao tricked herself into the car and stripped naked to seduce, it was a burst of nausea

He was already thinking about whether to open his eyes now and warn the woman once again that she was just a stand-in for Qingqing.

"Hey, Mommy?"

The sudden sound made Zuo Yuyan temporarily give up his intention to open his eyes.

"Did you sell the bag I asked you to sell last time? Mom, don't ask so much, if I ask you to sell it, you will sell it, and the money from the sale will be saved in the card, don't move it, I will explain to you in the future, well, goodbye, Mom. ”

hung up the phone, Mu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the carpet, looked at Zuo Yuyan, who was still pretending to be drunk, took the bowl and went to the kitchen again, and after washing the dishes, she went directly to take a bath.

Anyway, the male protagonist is still pretending to be drunk, and the play has officially started just now, just to see how much the male protagonist can comprehend.

Mu Xiaoxiao thought to herself, if you can't understand it, you must go and talk to your good brother, even if he can't figure it out, he will definitely help you find it out.

In the living room, Zuo Yuyan opened his eyes, "Sell the bag?" What does this woman want to do? ”

Mu Xiaoxiao came out of the shower and found that Zuo Yuyan was still lying on the sofa, it seemed that he was planning to pretend to the end.

She walked over lightly, crouched on the edge of the couch, and whispered, "Can I lie in your arms?" ”