492. Chapter 492 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 11
Hearing the voice coming from the receiver, Mu Wanqing's brows immediately twisted deeply...
late at night.
Suddenly a drizzle of rain fell from the sky, playing a gentle and beautiful note to the quiet night.
It was already two o'clock in the morning when Yang Mufan returned to Mu Garden, feeling top-heavy and walking in vain.
When I rang the doorbell for the third time, the thick wooden door slowly opened from the inside.
Warm orange and yellow lights poured out from the room in an instant, covering him entirely.
His tall body was shaky and he fell inward.
Mu Wanqing, who was wearing a light blue nightgown, had just opened the door when a strong and pungent smell of alcohol hit her. Before she could say a word, a muscular black figure pressed down heavily on her.
Mu Wanqing, with quick eyes and quick hands, used all her strength to support Yang Mufan.
Seeing how drunk he was, his handsome face was slightly red, and her slender eyebrows couldn't help but frown deeply. She asked in a reproachful low voice: "Why did you drink so much wine again?!"
Under the paralysis of alcohol, Yang Mufan's limbs were completely uncontrolled by his brain. Although he was dizzy,... his consciousness was not completely annihilated.
He squinted his captivating narrow eyes and looked down at the woman who tried her best to help him go upstairs: slightly frowned brows, long and thick eyelashes, small but upright nose, slightly biting red lips...
Under the yellowish hazy light, her fair and tender skin glowed with moisture, like white porcelain, crystal clear...
The Adam's apple that admires the mortal nature slid up and down slightly a few times.
Instead, he looked away from her, said nothing, and allowed her to help him into the master bedroom.
Mu Wanqing helped Yang Mufan onto the bed, and then quickly helped him take off his shoes and socks...
Yang Mufan felt that his mouth was dry, his tie was hung crookedly and loosely around his neck, and several buttons on the collar of his shirt were loosened, but he still felt very tight and constricted, making him a little breathless.
He reached for his shirt in a daze.
Mu Wanqing quickly brought warm water from the bathroom, took a soft towel, knelt down by the bed, and helped him scrub his body.
Movements are extremely careful, gentle and skillful.
After Xingxing wiped his body, she quickly made some hangover tea, blew it on until it was warm, and fed him to drink it sip after sip.
In the nightclub, Yang Mufan drank too much and on the way back, he vomited several times.
Just after drinking the hangover soup, he lay on the bedside and vomited again.
Mu Wanqing knelt down beside the bed, holding a basin and frowning as she watched him vomit.
Seeing that he was really uncomfortable with vomiting, she freed up a hand and gently helped him along his back.
In fact, Mu Wanqing was really puzzled and couldn't understand: I'm afraid all men know how uncomfortable and torturous it is to be drunk, but they still like to drink, and often drink to their heart's content.
Although she can drink, she will never drink to death like those men.
"Yang Mufan, can you please stop drinking from now on?!" Seeing that he seemed to be vomiting from his stomach, Mu Wanqing couldn't help pouting her little mouth and muttering, "Are you an idiot?! You know you will feel uncomfortable, but you still
Drink so much..."
Seeing that Yang Mufan had finished vomiting, Mu Wanqing immediately put down the basin and took a towel to help him wipe away the dirt from the corners of his mouth.
She quickly took the basin to the bathroom to clean it up, and then helped Yang Mufan make some lemon water to feed him.
But this time, before her hand could touch him, her wrist was suddenly tightly grasped by a powerful palm...
