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

Chapter 643

Very drunk and out of control.

This is almost impossible for Mo Tingshen, who has always been self-controlled. He is not addicted to tobacco and alcohol, and usually only touches his lips when he drinks. He never thought that there would be a day when he would use alcohol to relieve his worries.

Yan Chi and Lu Jinyang helped Mo Ting into the back seat.

Both of them drank and couldn't drive. Fortunately, Mo Tingshen's assistant was here.

Before leaving, Yan Chi put one hand on the roof of the car and bent down to look at the man in the back seat, with a slight schadenfreude on his lips, "Check WeChat when you are awake, in case you are in a hurry, I will help you hide Miss Lu's apartment The address has been sent to you."

Mo Ting snorted deeply and laughed, "Since when did you become a good person?"

"I don't care about you. Others don't get that kind of treatment."

Yan Chi knocked on the roof of the car, and a few times, the smile in his mouth quietly extended, "In case of being beaten, remember to call me, I was very idle, I could take a time to help you collect a corpse."

"Ah."

Mo Ting slapped him deeply and closed the car window.

Yan Chi watched the car go away, took out the cigarette case, and only had one. He patted Lu Jinyang on the shoulder, "Give me a cigarette."

Lu Jinyang's eyes widened, "I can see it, brother Chi, you obviously have one."

"Just one, brother doesn't like to eat alone, do you think I will share or not?"

Lu Jinyang thought about the situation of two big men standing by the street smoking a cigarette together, and shivered with embarrassment.

A little disgusting and shabby.

He took out the cigarette and the lighter, and lit it for Yan Chi first, then lit another for himself.

I couldn't help complaining: "Brother and brother, I will learn from Brother Mo, and I am addicted to talking about my brother. Brother Chi, you don't have a sister."

Yan Chi raised his eyes anxiously, and slapped Lu Jinyang on the back of the head, "I'm not older than you?"

"Big..." Lu Jinyang gritted his teeth, "Then you don't have a sister."

Yan Chi gave a weird laugh, "What do I want a younger sister to coax like an ancestor like Mo Huhu and Xu Shu? She runs away when she's in a bad mood, can I bear it?"

Lu Jinyang wisely didn't answer.

On the road.

After a few gusts of cold wind, Mo Tingshen became slightly awake, half-closed his eyes to look at the route outside the window.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is this going?"

"You have an apartment near here, and it's also close to the company. I'll take you there to rest."

"Ah."

Mo Ting responded lightly.

The phone rang, and he took it out to see that it was a promotional advertisement. After clicking on it, he inadvertently opened the WeChat box.

Yan Chi really sent him an address.

"Go to Jingyuan."

"What?" Lin Shu is an old man who has been with Mo Tingshen for many years, and he knows every property under the name of the boss.

"You don't have a house in Jingyuan?"

"Go to Jingyuan." Mo Tingshen repeated.

Lin Shu was very confused, and the navigation found it, okay, not only had to turn around, but also had to drive for more than 20 minutes.

He didn't dare to complain, and deliberately slowed down the speed of the car along the way, thinking that Mo Tingshen would fall asleep drunk when he reached his destination, but after the car stopped, he looked back and saw Mo Tingshen looking sideways out of the window .

This is the south door of Jingyuan, which happens to be the back of the apartment.

He followed the boss's line of sight and saw nothing.

But Mo Tingshen saw it.

At a glance, I saw a certain window of a ten-storey building.

The tulle was pulled tight, and a slender figure sat on the bay window with one leg bent, a cigarette in his hand, and was puffing.

(End of this chapter)