"I, I don't …"

Mo Han subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when she met that pair of ink-like black eyes, her mind immediately went blank. Her words drifted between her lips and teeth, and she couldn't say anything.

Fu Yuchen raised his head and said with a clear and shallow gaze, "Do you want me to invite you over?"

Mo Han's heart trembled and she hurriedly shook her head, "No! I'll go by myself."

She withdrew her gaze and secretly took a deep breath before sitting down beside Fu Yuchen.

After a pause, Mo Han personally opened another can of beer.

As soon as she raised her head, she met Wu Zhanzhan's pair of black eyes. Her eyes flashed slightly and she said, "Let me toast you." She was grateful to him for helping her out when she was being entangled by Meng Sheng.

Without waiting for Fu Yuchen to react, Mo Han raised her head and took a sip.

Suddenly, he choked and coughed violently.

Fu Yuchen frowned coldly, reached out and handed her a napkin, then asked coldly, "Haven't you drank any beer?"

Mo Han reached out and took the napkin in his hand. She covered her mouth and coughed a few times. She raised her head and said seriously, "What I drank was that I drank too quickly just now."

Fu Yuchen raised the corner of his lips and said, "Then drink slowly. No one is urging you."

"Mm-hmm." Mo Han hurriedly nodded.

After pausing for a moment, she said, "President Fu, I would like to propose a toast to you. Thank you for treating me so well during this period of time."

Just as Mo Han was about to drink, Fu Yuchen stopped her. "Since you want to respect me, shouldn't you show your sincerity?"

"…"

What sincerity?

Mo Han blinked suspiciously, then lowered her head to look at her can. Eh, he wouldn't dislike her toasting him with a can of wine all the time, right?

She pursed her lips and peeked at the man beside her, then raised her head to drink all the beer in the can.

Fu Yu did not stop Mo Han, only quietly watching her.

Brown liquid seeped out from the corner of her mouth and slid down her fair neck until it entered the invisible Demo.

He narrowed his eyes invisibly, his eyes darkened, and his protruding apple rolled uncontrollably.

Mo Han swallowed the last mouthful of beer in her mouth. Her eyebrows curved as she looked at him with a smile. She then inverted the can in her hand and said, "Look, I'm finished!"

After she finished speaking, she picked up the second can and reached out to pull it. The smell of beer instantly spread out.

"President Fu, this is the second jar. Thank you for treating me like this. I am very grateful. It has been a long time since my father passed away."

Mo Han took a deep breath and lifted the can, her apricot eyes rippling.

Fu Yuchen narrowed his eyes and his heart trembled.

The cluster of flames from his lower abdomen had already begun to burn like a prairie fire, lighting up every corner of his body at lightning speed.

He moved his lips, and the flap of his lips touched another patch of warmth, as if he had been electrocuted.

In an instant, Fu Yuchen immediately woke up...

It wasn't that he hadn't kissed Mo Han before, but the feeling this time was completely different from before.

His lips moved again, closely fitting into the gentle patch, with a faint smell of beer.

As for Mo Han, she was dizzy and her head was a little heavy.

Her eyes were blurred. She raised her head and saw a pair of dark and deep phoenix eyes, like a black whirlpool, being sucked in by a slight carelessness.

Mo Han's heart trembled as he said, "Fu Yuchen, you look really good."

After a pause, Mo Han smiled and added, "It's more beautiful than all men."

The girl in front of her had a sweet mouth and curved eyebrows. Her rippling apricot eyes shone with a blurry light.

Her voice was soft, waxy, and pleasant to hear.

After saying that, Mo Han grinned and chewed on his lips without fear of death.

It was clearly an unconscious action, but in Fu Yuchen's eyes, it was the strongest love medicine in the world. The cluster of flames that had been rampaging through his body suddenly erupted completely at this moment.

A pair of powerful arms wrapped around the slender waist.

The warm lips moved closer, deeper, and more forcefully occupied every corner.

Mo Han's mind went blank. Immediately after, a strange feeling like a storm engulfed her without warning.

Suddenly, she was a little scared, and her sealed mouth let out a "wuwu wu" sound of resistance.

However, gradually, the sound became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.

There was only a tempting breath left.

…

In another wooden cottage, gentle light pierced through the curtains of *, dispelling the coldness of the night.

Lu Xinqing lay lazily on the sofa. She only wore a sexy black silk nightgown with a lace design on her chest.

The nightgown was so short that it could only cover her fair thighs.

An indescribable soul-stirring feeling.

She held a goblet in her hand. It was filled with red wine. She would occasionally raise her head and take a sip. The astringency in her mouth made her frown slightly. She seemed to be unhappy, but she was still reluctant to let it go.

Lu Xinqing was waiting for Meng Sheng.

The man left the banquet without saying a word and didn't even greet her. Just like he said at the beginning, he wouldn't attend the charity banquet, but she saw him at the banquet.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded.

The muffled sound of footsteps was like a heavy hammer, fiercely smashing into her heart.

Lu Xinqing hurriedly stood up and placed the goblet in her hand on the coffee table. Then, she hurriedly looked at the figure and ran over.

Lu Xinqing did not wear shoes. Her bare feet were fair and exquisite. The red of her toenails contrasted sharply with her fair skin.

She stood on tiptoe, her white and tender arms wrapped around the man's neck. A smile appeared on her delicate little face and her soft voice said, "A-Cheng, I thought you wouldn't come to find me tonight."

"How could it be!"

Meng Sheng slowly hooked the corner of his mouth.

He was clearly smiling, but the depths of his eyes were cold, as if it came from an extremely cold snowy plain.

Lu Xinqing raised her head and met her cold eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her fingers unconsciously curled up, but her face was still smiling like a flower. "A-Sheng, when you weren't here, I was wondering if you were still angry with me. But the moment I saw you, I knew that you had forgiven me."

"A-Cheng, I did something wrong before. I shouldn't have used such extreme force to force Wanwan out. However, if I didn't do this, I definitely wouldn't have found her so quickly."

As she spoke, her mood became depressed.

Lu Xinqing bit the corner of her lips as her gaze fell on her warm face.

Meng Sheng's lips curled into a smile, and the depths of his eyes were still cold.

After a moment of silence, Lu Xinqing said, "Sheng, if you don't object, I want Wanwan to be my assistant. With her current situation, it's not easy to find a decent job."

'"She can't stay by Fu Yuchen's side forever as a babysitter! I heard that Fu Yuchen is going to marry Siyi Liang at the end of the year. Many years ago, Wanwan married Siyi Liang. If Wanwan stayed by Fu Yuchen's side, Siyi Liang would definitely not let it go."

She thought about it all night and thought it through clearly. Rather than worrying like a headless fly, she might as well put Mo Han under her nose.

"A-Sheng, actually, I know in my heart that you have always been worried about Wanwan. That's why I … I'm sorry, I won't hide anything from you in the future."

Meng Sheng lowered his eyes, the depths of his eyes surging with intense desire.

In the next moment, before Lu Xinqing could regain her senses, she was already pressed onto the sofa.

When she was in deep love, she still heard the familiar name, "Tang Tang, Tang Tang …"

Lu Xinqing sneered in her heart.

The night was very cold, and the crescent moon on the branch was also clear and cold, overlooking everything in the mountain.

The next morning.

When Mo Han woke up, her entire body felt extremely sore.

She frowned suspiciously. What happened last night?

Gradually, when her pair of rippling eyes opened to their maximum, Mo Han was stunned.

This, this room …

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty. The room was not hers, and the curtains of her room were not of that colour.

The next second, Mo Han seemed to remember something, and her bright little face instantly turned deathly pale.

She clenched her fingers and carefully grabbed a corner of the quilt.

She remembered very clearly that she was clearly wearing pajamas last night. She seemed to have drunk with Fu Yuchen last night. Last night she … drank and drank, and she seemed to have drunk a little too much.

Mo Han was so shocked that she hugged her head with both hands, wishing she could dig a hole in place and bury it.

She had lived for twenty-six whole years, and although it was only one night, she had heard a lot about the fellow prisoner who had been closest to her during those years in prison, who liked to talk nonsense.

"How could it be like this? How could it be like this …"

Mo Han muttered to herself how she would face Fu Yuchen or Lanlan in the future.

Fortunately, Fu Yuchen had already left the room. Otherwise, she really wished she could just crash to death.

Last night, she drank a little too much. She no longer remembered the specific scene, but she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have teased Fu Yuchen, saying that he, that he looked very good …

And then what happened? How … how did she and Fu Yuchen end up like this? Mo Han knitted her eyebrows tightly, her face full of bitter enmity and puzzlement.

She racked her brains and couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

Although she couldn't remember, the facts proved that something unspeakable must have happened between her and Fu Yuchen last night. It couldn't be that the clothes on her body were taken off by herself!

Mo Han took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, pretending that nothing had happened.

Can you do it?

Mo Han lifted the blanket and took a look inside. She let out a long breath, otherwise she would be looking for him to take responsibility? Relying on him?

"Mo Han! Are you stupid? You're an adult, and you want him to be responsible? You want him to be responsible? Heh, do you think he, Fu Yuchen, is a fool?"

Thinking of this, Mo Han looked left and right. There were no clothes on the bed or on the ground.

In other words, if nothing unexpected happened, she would have to wrap herself in a blanket and go to her room opposite her, or … Mo Han would glance at the closet not far away.

She quickly got out of bed, but as soon as her toes occupied the ground, her legs immediately felt weak.

If she hadn't supported Citron in time, she would have fallen to the ground.

There were several Fu Yuchen's shirts hanging in the wardrobe. She then took out a white one and put it on her body.

The shirt was large and long, as if it were hanging on a pole, covering her thigh.

After putting on her clothes, Mo Han tiptoed towards the door. She did not immediately open the door and walked out. Instead, she stood at the door for a while. After confirming that there was no one in the living room, she held the door handle tightly.

Just as Mo Han was about to press down on the doorknob, a milky voice suddenly sounded in the living room, "Eh? Auntie hasn't gotten up yet today? The sun is already shining."

Hearing Lanlan's words, Fu Yuchen suddenly felt a little guilty and said inadvertently, "Well, she might be a little uncomfortable."