First Lady

Lan Shan frowned, got up and walked quickly to meet him, only when he got close did he smell the smell of alcohol...

Seeing Ming Ye's unsteady figure, Lan Shan hurriedly supported his arm, and asked displeasedly: "I've been drinking, why didn't you come back now? Don't you know that I'm worried?"

The moment Lan Shan's hand touched Ming Ye's next door, his body trembled violently for a while, and he lowered his head and replied.

"Well... I drank a little..."

In fact, he wants to ask if you really worry about me? [

Even though he drank so much wine, his mind was still frighteningly sober. The moment he saw Lan Shan, those three ambiguous photos instantly appeared in his mind.

Lan Shan bit her lip, staring at Ming Ye angrily.

"Did you just drink a little, or did you drive back by yourself? Tomorrow night, do you want to die?"

Lan Shan has a deep understanding of what it looks like when driving tomorrow night.

Now that I'm drinking so much in the middle of the night, what if... what if something really happens?

Mingye stared at Lanshan obsessively, his lips moved a few times but he still didn't say a word.

He really wanted to say to Lan Shan: You are my life, if you don't love me, I will really die.

Lan Shan sighed, her voice softened, "Are you thirsty, do you want some water? I'll make you a cup of tea."

Helping Ming Ye to sit on the sofa, she turned around and planned to pour water for him.

But before he took a step, his waist tightened, and he was pulled back, falling into Ming Ye's hot embrace.

Mingye hugged Lanshan so tightly that she was struggling to breathe, with her face pressed against her back, like a child who needed to be cared for and loved, she begged: "Don't, don't go, let me hold you for a while, It will be fine in a while..."

Lan Shan's heart tightened, her body gradually softened, and she let Ming Ye hold her, "Okay... I won't go, I will accompany you."

Something was wrong in Mingye, Lanshan knew it from the moment he pushed open the door, but she didn't ask if he didn't tell.

Neither of them spoke, nor moved. It was past morning, the heating in the living room was not as warm as in the bedroom, and Lan Shan's hands and feet gradually became cold.

Ming Ye seemed to feel it, slowly grabbed Lan Shan's hand and put it under his clothes, her cold fingers touched the warm skin.

The silent action made Lan Shan tremble a bit, she thought, I'm afraid... I can only love this one man in this life.

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