"Ye Wanxin, are you going to drink or not? How long have you been dawdling? Everyone is waiting to continue playing the game."
Ye Wanxin glanced at Qin Yehan again, and when she saw him watching with cold eyes, looking like he was watching a good show, she felt heartbroken.
She has never seen such an unreliable partner.
But no matter how much she complained in her heart, she still had to drink.
After that, the game was no longer played. Ye Wanxin managed to finish three glasses of wine and was already drunk to death.
Huo Yanshen had no choice but to pinch his nose and find someone to take her back.
Rong Jiuci also hugged Murong Rong, who was drunk to death, and left.
Emperor View Garden.
Sister-in-law Xiang took a leave of absence and went home, and there were no other servants here who were quiet.
Rong Jiuci put Murong Rong on the sofa. He tugged on his tie and turned to the kitchen to make sobering soup for Murong Rong.
As soon as he turned off the fire, Rong Jiuci heard something moving in the living room and walked out quickly with a bowl in hand. Then, he saw Murong Rong falling to the ground.
Rong Jiuci put down the bowl and walked over to help Murong Rong up.
"Thank you." Murong Rong was obviously very drunk and spoke with a loud tongue.
Rong Jiuci watched Murong Rong walking out and couldn't help but grab her: "What do you want to do?"
"No...don't do anything...go...go home, I'm going home..."
"Where do you go home? This is your home."
"No." Murong Rong retorted loudly, shaking his head vigorously: "This is not me...my home..."
She waited for Rong Jiuci, showing an expression that said she wanted to deceive me even though I was young.
Rong Jiuci's expression suddenly became dangerous and he asked her: "Then where is your home?"
He wanted to see where the heart of this little heartless man was.
"My home is..." Murong Rong got stuck in the middle of her sentence. Yes, where is her home?
Nantong community?
No, that's my mother's home. My mother said that after she gets married, she will be a guest when she comes back.
Song family?
No, no, no, she divorced Song Chuhe.
The place I rented later.
Not to mention, it was just a place to live.
"Dijingyuan..." Murong Rong said the name with great difficulty.
Rong Jiuci looked good. Fortunately, this little drunkard had a conscience.
The next second, she shook her head like a rattle again.
"No, no."
Dijingyuan is not her home.
"I want to find my home."
Everyone should have a family.
She is a person, she also wants to have a home, she has to look for it, she must look for it.
"Go away, I'm going to find my home."
Rong Jiuci's face was as dark as coal, and he dragged Murong Rong back: "Come back!"
Murong Rong was shaken by the man's tug. She already felt her stomach churning, but when he pulled her like this, she felt nauseated.
She pushed Rong Jiuci hard: "You... let me go! Let go!"
She twisted her body desperately, looking increasingly uncomfortable.
It is said that drunkenness reveals one's true nature. Murong Rong resisted him again and again and wanted to leave all the time. Does this mean that she never thought of staying by his side?
No.
It wasn't just after she was drunk. Murong Rong never concealed her intention to leave.
Even though he knew better than to behave like an alcoholic, Rong Jiuci still couldn't control himself.
His arm clasped Murong Rong's waist with great force, not allowing her to refuse. He gritted his teeth and said, "Murong Rong, remember this clearly. I will not let you leave. Don't even think about running away."
"Go...vomit..."
Murong Rong couldn't hold on any longer and vomited out.
Rong Jiuci's face turned green, and the feeling of vomit sliding over his body made goosebumps appear all over his body.
Every minute and every second at this time was tantamount to torture for the mysophobic Rong Jiuci, but he still did not let go of Murong Rong.
She lay in his arms until she finished vomiting, and then he pulled her away.
At this time, the clothes on their bodies were no longer available. Rong Jiuci endured his nausea, peeled off Murong Rong's clothes and threw them into the trash can.
"Sit down and let me go to the bathroom to take care of it." Rong Jiuci was afraid that Murong Rong would catch a cold, so he took a blanket and threw it on her and couldn't wait to go to the bathroom.
Murong Rong was so drunk that he couldn't hear clearly what Rong Jiuci said.
She was originally lying on the sofa obediently, but she felt very thirsty and instinctively looked for something to eat.
Then, I saw the bowl placed on the coffee table.
The dark brown liquid has a few plums floating in it, which makes you salivate.
Murong Rong couldn't help it anymore, took it out and poured it into her mouth.
Then--
"Hiss... so hot... so hot..."
Rong Jiuci was taking a shower in the bathroom on the first floor when he suddenly heard movement in the living room.
He was worried about Murong Rong, so he rushed out without even bothering to wipe his hair.
Seeing Murong Rong jumping around in the living room, he immediately grabbed her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"pain……"
Murong Rong was particularly aggrieved. There was a layer of tears in her almond eyes, which were as watery as black gems soaked in water. They were bright and charming, but the most attractive thing was her slightly parted red lips and the crimson tip of her tongue.
Spit out a little, like cherries on a branch, tempting to pick.
Rong Jiuci's eyes suddenly changed, a surge of anger suddenly came up, and he stared at Murong Rong like a hungry beast seeing its prey.
However, Rong Jiuci was actually very hungry.
Ever since An An's accident, Murong Rong was either in a bad mood or getting angry with him.
It made him, a man who was his fiancée, look like a monk, and now she showed such a seductive look, how could he hold it back.
Murong Rong felt aggrieved when she saw that she had opened her mouth and screamed in pain for a long time, but Rong Jiuci ignored her at all.
"It hurts...my mouth hurts..."
Murong Rong shed tears and accused Rong Jiuci: "You don't care about me at all." Her tears were like rolling pearls, she looked so wronged.
The drunk Murong Rong was different from her usual calm and self-possessed self. She had a childishness that he had never seen before.
The anger hidden in Rong Jiuci's heart just dissipated, and suddenly he felt guilty.
He knew clearly that his childhood experience made Murong Rong like a little hedgehog, raising his thorns when encountering any disturbance, but he was still angry with her.
"Stop crying."
Rong Jiuci's tone was as soft as cotton candy, and he held her face with his big hands: "Where does it hurt?"
"Tongue."
Murong Rong's tears came and went just as quickly. Only her red eyes and nose proved that she had cried before. She stuck out her tongue for Rong Jiuci to see.
boom--
At that moment, it was as if something exploded in Rong Jiuci's heart. He could no longer control himself, pulled Murong Rong over, held her head with his big hands, and kissed her with a gesture that would not allow her to refuse.
Kissing her deeply, wildly.
Murong Rong was a little hurt from being kissed at first, but she soon didn't notice the pain anymore, and her whole body felt like she was in the clouds.
Her eyes widened, and all she could see in her eyes was the man sealing her in his arms.