MTL - Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again-Chapter 90 If you don't come home with me, who will you go home with?

  Chapter 90 If you don’t come home with me, who will you go home with?

   Blinking a few times, she saw clearly, "Brother Tingyue."

   Ting Yue responded, seeing that her cheeks were flushed, she was obviously drunk.

   "I'll find someone to take you to rest."

   "No need." A cold male voice came.

  Xi Mo approached slowly, staring at him with black eyes, "I'll just take her up."

  Looking at him for a few seconds, Ting Yue nodded.

   "She doesn't drink as much as an underage child. It seems that she is quite drunk. You can make her some hangover soup and drink it before going to sleep."

  Xi responded indifferently, "Yeah."

  After Ting Yue left, he walked up to Wen Wei, pinched her chin with his long fingers and lifted it, so that he could see her drunken face clearly.

"disobedient."

  Wen Hua looked up at him with half-closed eyes, the man in her vision was a little blurry, and the knuckles on her chin felt cool, she was slightly staggered.

   "Send you back to sleep."

   She shakes her head.

   "Going to swing."

   "Why are you swinging at night, aren't you cold?"

   "Cold, but fun." She smiled at him delicately, "Can you push me?"

  He looked down at her for a moment, and the color in his eyes became darker.

  So childish.

  As he took off his coat and put it on her, he scolded, "I'm already a teacher. Drinking a little wine is just a virtue. Anyone can run away."

  She shook her head sharply, "I won't go home with you."

  Xi Mo looked at her leisurely, with a smile in his eyes, "Tell me, who will you go home with if you don't come home with me?"

  She was stunned suddenly, watching him blankly with her small dark eyes, like a baby looking at a stranger.

   After looking at it for a long time, her clear eyes were dimmed with an innocent smile, "You seem to be alone."

   "Yeah." His voice was low and hoarse, and he answered her flatteringly, "Who do you look like?"

   "Like my deskmate." She pursed her lips, "He looks similar, but he's a little shorter than you."

  He flicked the center of her eyebrows with his fingers, "Drunk like a fool."

   "Are you at the same table?" He asked.

"He's so good, he's good at playing ball, and he can turn pens. I've been learning for a long time but I can't. Maybe it's because my fingers are not as long as his." She paused for a while, with a sleepy look on her face, "But he is bad sometimes, obviously Better than me, he pretended to be a scumbag and asked me to teach him mathematics, which took away my first place. He also has a bad temper and is fierce to me."

   "When did I kill you?"

   "Twice, once in the office and once in the library."

  Xi Mo was silent for a moment, then said: "I was not sensible before."

"What now?"

   "Now," he said in a low voice, looking at her delicate and beautiful face, Motong mixed with Morou, "I can't bear it now."

  The little drunkard was satisfied, she patted the swing, "Quickly shake, I'm going to swing."

  Xi Mo shook her back and forth dozens of times. Seeing her happy like a little fool, he helplessly stood aside as a robot that could only repeat movements.

   After playing for a while, it was getting late, and he picked up the person who was still enjoying it.

   "It's time to sleep."

  She struggled in his arms. Hearing that she felt sleepy, she yawned lightly, and put her hand on his shoulder, "Okay."

  Feeling her approaching arms, the man paused and walked back.

  The room prepared by Luo Qingyu is in an excellent location, very quiet, and there are basically no people walking around.

  When I put her down and wanted to get away, someone grabbed her by the corner of her clothes, "Where are you going?"

   "I'll bring you hangover soup."

   "Oh." She let go, "Then come back soon."

   When Xi Mo came back with the soup, she was nowhere to be seen on the bed, his eyebrows twitched, where did he go?

  When he was about to go out to find someone, he heard a small sound coming from the bathroom.

  Going to take a shower?

  She is so drunk now, I am afraid that she will accidentally fall asleep in the bath, and I am afraid that she will fall in the shower.

   After thinking for a few seconds, he knocked on the bathroom door.

   "How do you... want to wash?"

  No one answered him.

  He pursed his thin lips tightly, and tapped again, "Wen Hua."

   "Huh?" Her soft and charming voice came, "I want to take a bath, and I don't smell good."

   "Hey, I can't find how to fill this bathtub with water."

   "Come in and help me."

  Xi Mo pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice seemed to come out of his chest, "Open your eyes and look carefully."

   "I really can't find it." Her voice was a little anxious.

  Xi Mo calmed down, closed his eyes and pushed open the door.

   He heard the side of the bathtub, and he turned his back on her and slowly opened his eyes, filling the bathtub with water.

   "Close it by yourself later."

   "Oh, so it's here, thank you."

  The man rolled his Adam's apple, "Hurry up, don't fall asleep, I'll wait for you outside."

  Out of the bathroom, he watched the steaming bowl of hangover soup gradually cool down, and went downstairs to serve her another bowl.

   "I'm fine." A voice came from the bathroom.

   "Well, come out and have some soup."

   "I don't have any clothes to change, this dress smells like wine."

   "Wait."

  Xi Mo called Yu Jinnan and asked him to bring clothes over. Not long after the call, Wen Hua said again, "It's so cold, how long will it last, I want to sleep."

  It's early autumn, and it's really cold at night. She just got out of the shower and was in a state of drunkenness. I don't know if she will catch a cold.

   "There should be a bath towel inside, you wrap yourself into a rice dumpling before coming out."

   "Why make rice dumplings?" She wondered, "Wouldn't it be better to make rice dumplings? I like rice dumplings."

   "Then you wrap it into glutinous rice **** and then come out."

"good!"

   There was a rustle inside, and after a while, there was a billowing figure at the bathroom door poking his head.

  Two long bath towels, one wrapped around the body and the other draped over the shoulders, showing nothing that should not be exposed.

   "Come here." The man's low-mellow voice called her.

  She walked over and sat by the bed, took the hangover soup from the man's hand, and drank it one bite at a time.

  Xi Mo lowered his eyes to look at her, but now he is docile.

  Because she just took a shower, her brows and eyes are still steamed, and her face is pink and tender, like an egg that has been peeled off its shell.

   After drinking the soup, her bright eyes slightly curved, "It's over!"

   "Well, it's awesome." The man praised softly.

   "Dry your hair?"

"good."

  After taking a shower and drying her hair, she was so comfortable and lazy that she thanked her softly: "Thank you."

  Xi Mo smiled helplessly.

   Pretty polite.

   She looked at the curvature of his mouth, suddenly moved closer, and said mysteriously, "Guess what I am?"

   As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and her slender hands slowly pulled away the bath towel she was wearing...

  Xi Mo paused, and reached out to stop her.

   "You don't want to know?"

  The sweet breath is vaguely present, accompanied by body temperature.

  His throat tightened, his voice was obscure, "I want to."

"but not now."

   "You can't even guess this, idiot, I'm from Wen Hua."

  There is a knock on the door.

  Xi Mo got up and opened the door, and Yu Jinnan handed over the gift bag.

  When Xi Mo was about to close the door, he quickly asked, "Do you still want this room card?"

  Someone stared at the room card for two seconds, but took it anyway.

   Throwing the gift bag on the bed, he told Wen Hua, "Get dressed and go to bed, I'm leaving."

   "Don't go."

  (end of this chapter)