The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 330 Alcoholism
Actually quite chilling.

But the servants dare not talk about the master's affairs.

There is no low-alcohol wine in the wine cellar, so I had no choice but to take five bottles up first, thinking that I would watch outside the young master's door at night and take care of anything.

But in the middle of the night, I couldn't hold on and fell asleep against the wall.

Mo Tingshen came out of the room, his black eyes glanced lightly, and he didn't wake him up. He went to get the wine from the wine cellar himself. When he came out, he called two servants to follow him up the stairs, and took the door of the room. The bit was carried back to rest.

He drank heavily all night, and in the morning, when the servants came to wake him up, he saw Mo Ting lying deep on the carpet with seven or eight empty wine bottles beside him. He rushed to call the doctor.

After Mo Suizhi heard the news, he hurried over. He slept in the guest room next to Chu Yao last night.

It happened that Chu Yao opened the door, and the two exchanged a glance. Chu Yao leaned against the doorframe, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the corners of his lips were pursed impatiently, "What are you arguing about in the morning?"

"Brother is poisoned by alcohol, I'll go and have a look."

He didn't care about Chu Yao, and left in a hurry without saying a few words.

Chu Yao was still leaning against the door, and the servants downstairs were leading the doctor in, passing by her, those who saw her would call Second Miss, and those who didn't see her walked over directly.

It was a mess, like the sky was falling.

"Really?" Chu Yao said to himself, "Poisoned?"

The tone is low, and the smile in the tone can only be felt by listening carefully.

She went back to her room to wash up, and then went downstairs to have breakfast. She was the only one in the huge dining room. She didn't have anyone to wait on her, and she made herself a cup of coffee. Yes, Chu Yao searched for it for a long time before finding it in the small refrigerator in the kitchen.

She took two yuan and returned to the dining room, her eyes fixed.

Mo Li sat at the dining table.

Just sit where she had been, and eat with her utensils.

Chu Yao's face turned cold for a moment, and he stared at him coldly with a knife-like gaze.

"You hand-ground coffee?"

Mo Li said in a commanding tone, "Give me a cup too."

Chu Yao took a deep breath from his heart, and in an instant, his face returned to calm.

She put the sugar cube in the coffee, picked it up, passed by Mo Li, picked up the plate in front of him, and held it high above Mo Li's head.

His brows and eyes were cold and arrogant, and the corner of his eyes never looked at his face in the slightest.

Plates shattered at his feet.

Chu Yao left without looking back.

Mo Li didn't look back, still holding the knife and fork she had used in his hand, the corners of his mouth were raised to one side, and he smiled cunningly.

The doctor finished examining Mo Ting and left some medicine. Mo Suizhi sent him down. When the two got out of the elevator, Chu Yao happened to be nearby and heard the doctor's words: "It's not alcohol poisoning, but the young master once drank to the stomach He has been pierced, he has been very restrained all these years, and only takes a sip or two when necessary, why did he drink so much last night?"

Mo Suizhi couldn't say anything, he just asked, "Will that affect you?"

"The impact is neither too big nor too small. Take good care of yourself. It's best not to drink alcohol these days and eat more light food that nourishes the stomach. I'll leave a list of diets and let the kitchen follow suit. "

The doctor gave the list to Mo Suizhi, and finally said: "Second Young Master, please persuade Eldest Young Master, his stomach really cannot be hurt."

Mo Suizhi's face was heavy, and he pursed his lips forcefully, "Understood, I will persuade you."

(End of this chapter)