Mu Yan quickly pulled the person into his arms, preventing anyone from touching him.
She said with a smile: "Xiao Li always forgives me. My little secretary has a weird temper and severe mysophobia. Even I can't do anything about it."
The woman whom she called Mr. Xiaoli clicked her tongue twice, "It seems like Mr. Mu is interested."
Mu Yanxin just smiled and didn't answer.
After another round of drinking, it was getting late and the banquet gradually dispersed.
Half an hour later, only Mu Yanxin was left, sitting on the sofa with the drunk Lu Mo in her arms.
She really couldn't fight Lu Mo away by herself, but she felt uncomfortable asking other women to help.
I simply sat there for a while, called the housekeeper at home, and asked him to send a bodyguard and driver to pick me up.
The bodyguard acted quickly. Twenty minutes later, he found the corresponding private room according to Mu Yanxin's instructions and carried Lu Mo on his back.
Several people quickly returned to Mu's house.
Lu Mo was carried back to the room by the bodyguard. When he was going up the stairs, Yun Mei, who was wearing pajamas, happened to come downstairs and saw him.
She grabbed Mu Yanxin who was about to go back to her room and asked, "What's wrong with Young Master Mo? Why are you so drunk?"
Mu Yan's heart was full of tiredness and he had no choice but to answer, "You still have to help me stop drinking on an empty stomach. If he doesn't get drunk, who will get drunk?"
"Forehead......"
The corner of Yun Mei's mouth twitched. Seeing that Mu Yanxin was about to leave again, she spoke again, "You brought this man out to get drunk. Shouldn't you go to his room and take care of him?"
Mu Yanxin's face was filled with questions, "Mom, am I his biological child? I've been working all day, and you don't even feel sorry for me, so you still want me to take care of him?"
Yun Mei patted her face gently, "Of course the baby is her own, but this is the first time that Young Master Mo is a guest at home. As hosts, of course we should take good care of him. Besides, he got drunk because of you."
Although this statement made sense, Mu Yanxin was very resistant, "He is still the secretary of my company. How can there be any reason for the boss to personally take care of the drunk secretary?"
Yun Meixiao: "We are at home now. Don't bring back the company's theories. Be good, go to Young Master Mo's room and take care of him. Wash your face, wipe your body and so on. I will help him make a bowl of sobering tea."
Wipe your body???
"mom......"
Yun Mei didn't want to give her another chance to make excuses, so she turned around, went downstairs, and slipped into the kitchen.
Mu Yanxin: "..."
She sighed, stood in the corridor for a while, and finally entered Lu Mo's room.
The bodyguard put Lu Mo on the bed and left. Now he was lying flat on the bed without even a quilt covering him.
She looked up at the large open window. The curtains were blowing gently, and the night breeze was a bit cool.
If you don’t dare, you will get sick tomorrow, right?
Thinking of this, she felt a little bit sorry.
She walked to the bed, pulled him off and on, and dragged him to the pillow to lie down.
You smell like alcohol, so you should really wipe yourself down.
She thought sadly, and quickly went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, and put it on the bedside table with a towel for later use.
Then he sat by the bed, helped Lu Mo take off his suit jacket, and patiently unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
The delicate and cold white body gradually came into view.
She swallowed and recited silently twice that form is emptiness!
When she had unbuttoned the last two buttons, her wrist was held by a pair of hands.
Lu Mo looked at his exposed porcelain white chest in confusion, and then at Mu Yanxin, "What...are you doing?"
Mu Yanxin quickly retracted her hand, blushed with embarrassment, and trembled her lips as if she was guilty, "I didn't do anything. It's not what you think. I don't have any evil intentions!"
The moment she finished explaining, she slapped her forehead in frustration.
What the hell are you explaining? Why do you feel like you don’t have three hundred taels of silver here?