"Ah!" The moment she opened her eyes, An Yurou was so frightened that she almost rolled off the bed. One of her hands was grabbed, and as soon as her feet landed on the ground, her body fell on the strong and cold chest.

"You feel so comfortable!" Before she could react, her slender waist was firmly grasped by the man, her chin was lifted, and she was forced to look into his cold gaze.

"No... uncomfortable." Her mind was stimulated by his eyes, and she reacted and spoke the truth.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qingyu narrowed his eyes and curved his thin lips into a cold arc.

An Yurou blinked and thought to herself: Can you say that everything is uncomfortable? Sleeping, eating, watching, doing, and being hugged by you now...it's really uncomfortable.

"It's not... comfortable." He told the truth.

But as soon as she finished speaking, a big palm came down, and strong fingers pressed hard on her abdomen.

I have a flat belly, do I still need to get tested?

An Yurou really wanted to spit at him, so she twisted around, but her ability could not surpass the man's control.

Just at this moment, her stomach made a few "grurgling" sounds in response.

"You've eaten so much and you're still hungry?" Mu Qingyu tilted his lips with a touch of sarcasm.

Is this a human saying? People are like iron, and rice is like steel. If you don’t eat a meal, you will be hungry! Damn devil, why don’t you try to starve yourself?

"Yes." An Yurou narrowed her eyes, half hiding her resentful gaze.

"Isn't it a good feeling to feel uncomfortable and hungry at the same time?" The dead devil spoke slowly and slowly, with a faint smile on his lips, but this smile looked cold no matter how you looked at it.

An Yurou's skin tightened and she stared at his sexy and affectionate lips... I really didn't expect that the words coming out of such beautiful lips were so cold that they were bone-chilling.

"Yes..." Not understanding what he meant, An Yurou hesitated in answering.

"follow me."

An Yurou's eyes lit up and she happily followed him. She originally thought that the devil was showing kindness, but she didn't want him to drag her to the villa's dining room, send Du Ziteng away, and personally take out a dozen cans of cold beer from the refrigerator.

"Drink!" He waved his hand and sat down opposite.

An Yurou's eyes were wide open as she looked at the still steaming beer can in disbelief. His order penetrated her heart like a strand of cold air, making her tremble with coldness all over.

She doesn't like drinking, especially beer with a bitter taste.

"Young Master, I...I don't know how to drink." She frowned and looked at Mu Qingyu pitifully, with the same expression as when she was a child begging the doctor not to give him an injection.

"Isn't your stomach hungry?" Mu Qingyu raised his head coldly and arrogantly, looking at her without any sympathy. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Drink!"

An Yurou really wanted to say - feed me when I'm hungry! What's the point of drinking beer?

"Young Master, you can't fill your stomach with wine." She reminded the devil tactfully.

"If you can fill it in, it will make you feel comfortable."

"..." She was stunned.

"Drink..." Mu Qingyu narrowed his eyes and dragged out the pronunciation of each word.

An Yurou didn't move, her eyes moved from the man's face to the beer can dripping with water.

Seeing that she was still dawdling, Mu Qingyu frowned, sometimes angry, sometimes sad and helpless, and then ready to cry, so he couldn't help but slightly raise his thin lips.

He seemed to be very satisfied with this "effect". He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch without moving.

"You have half an hour to drink them all! If you don't drink them, don't take the 50,000 yuan this month!"

"What?" Hearing this, An Yurou stood up suddenly, and all her emotions turned into one word - astonishment!

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." Mu Qingyu raised his eyes, looked at An Yurou's ever-changing little face expressionlessly, and raised his lips coldly, "One minute."

"You... you bastard!" She picked up a can of beer and raised it, her trembling hands revealing how sad and angry she was at this moment!

"Five minutes off!" The man opened his thin lips and his eyes darkened.

"Ah!" An Yurou didn't dare to smash the beer can. His sideways sitting posture, handsome but cold face, and cold and cold expression all oppressed her.

She roared, then gritted her teeth and pulled out the tab - porphyrin.

"Gurgling..." She suppressed the crying that surged into her throat, raised her face and began to drink heavily, her beautiful neck opening and contracting as she swallowed.

The liquid with white foam slid down the corners of her white lips, flowed over her glistening white neck, and entered her front along the delicate collarbone...

"Bah!" After drinking it and throwing it on the ground, she opened another can, covered her eyes with wet thick eyelashes, and did not look at the man opposite.

He raised his head again and poured it into his mouth vigorously.

The neck is wet, and the front is so wet that it sticks to the skin. The moist skin is white and tender. During the breath, the chest rises and falls, drawing the man's gaze.

Mu Qingyu's indifferent eyes began to wander, his eyebrows slowly narrowed, and he put one hand on the back of the chair. Sitting sideways, he slowly straightened his posture, and the corners of his lips twitched from time to time.

"Ba..."

"Ba..."

The little girl opposite was drinking unusually fast, and he could clearly hear her "gurgling" swallowing sounds, messy breathing, and the sound of frantically pulling the ring.

His eyes began to lock on her face. It was obvious that after drinking a few beers, her face began to turn slightly red, her eyes filled with tears became blurry, and she could not stand still, and she began to shake.

"Uh..." The seventh beer can was thrown to the ground, and An Yurou burped heavily. Her stomach was swollen, and a bitter smell rushed into her nose.

It was so uncomfortable! She pressed the edge of the table with both hands, and tears fell like raindrops.

Mu Qingyu pursed his thin lips and narrowed his eyes. He picked up a pack of cigarettes on the table and wanted to smoke, but he only took out half of the cigarette. He threw it away irritably. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Ten minutes had passed.

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"Haha... Wuwu..." An Yurou might be drunk. She grabbed the beer can and cried and laughed at it stupidly, "I drink, drink... Grandpa, Xiaorou will not ignore you.

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She wrapped her fingers around the ring, straightened up and pulled it out hard. Her swaying body failed to control her center of gravity, and she swayed violently, staggering backwards, and her back hit the wall.

"Ah!" The back of her head hit the wall, and she felt pain. Her eyes rolled upwards, and her body fell softly to the ground.

Mu Qingyu stood up suddenly and walked over quickly. An incomprehensible and complex look passed over his cold face, which seemed anxious, distressed, and angry...

An Yurou, who fell to the ground, was still holding a can of beer in her hand. However, after turning on her side, the cold wine bubbled out with foam, wet her arms, and slowly seeped into her cuffs.

The uncomfortable feeling made her slowly open her eyes. In her blurry vision, apart from the green tanks, there was also a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

They were a pair of men's shoes, she could still tell it in her dull consciousness.

"Brother..." She let go of the beer can and put her hand on the leather shoes. Her mute cry was full of pain, and her tears were like a bursting bank. "Brother, hug Xiaorou, I feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable..."
Chapter completed!