The Devil Strikes: Sweetheart, Addicted

218 Drunk

Yin Jieyao raised his brows, he had no scruples about not wearing anything now, walked over, picked him up from the ground, and put him on the bed.

Before he got up, Mu Xiaran on the bed seemed to know who was hugging her, and raised her hand to wrap around Yin Jieyao's neck, sticking her whole body against her.

"Yin Jieyao, don't leave me..."

Yin Jieyao put his hands on her side, feeling extremely helpless.

"Okay, Ran'er, I won't leave you..." So let go first and let me get dressed, okay?
He is so naked, coupled with the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, it is easy to be impulsive.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mu Xiaran turned his head, put his nose into his neck and sniffed, and murmured: "It smells so good..."

Suddenly, his whole body froze, his black eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice was hoarse and low, "Ran Er, if you do this again, I will be angry..."

"Hmph, you still stink..." Mu Xiaran opened her hazy eyes, and found that the scene in front of her was still shaking, she closed them again, muttering softly.

Yin Jieyao didn't listen too carefully to what he was muttering, and he didn't know what he was talking about. He pursed his thin lips, forced the person into the quilt, opened the closet, put on his clothes, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this girl was drunk, otherwise he really couldn't control himself.

But why was she drunk?
It's only been a while...

As if he suddenly thought of something, Yin Jieyao turned around and walked towards the door, and soon saw an open bottle of wine on the table, he clicked his tongue, found the bag, and threw all the wine in the refrigerator into it. Put it in the bag, then put it aside, and went back to the bedroom.

In the room, Mu Xiaran had already got out of the quilt, a few strands of hair hung in front of her messy hair, the quilt was still on top of her head, her chubby little face was puffed up at this moment, very unhappy.

Just as Yin Jieyao was about to speak, he saw Mu Xiaran raised his hand and thumped the pillow, "Bad Yin Jieyao, lied to me again! Gone again! Woooo..."

Hearing the crying, he hurried over, pulled off the quilt, and hugged him in his arms, "My Ran'er, I'm here, I haven't left..."

Facing the drunk little thing, he was really helpless.

Originally, he planned to take someone back to the hospital after taking a shower, but according to the current situation, he couldn't go back to the hospital, because he still had to take care of a drunk girl.

Mu Xiaran doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, and she was drunk from the previous fruit, let alone drank directly.

"Ran'er, why are you drinking?"

"Thirsty..." There was no water in the refrigerator, so she could only drink alcohol, and she drank a little to quench her thirst.

Mu Xiaran compared how much he drank in the air, sniffed, his whole body writhed and restless.

"What's the matter?" Yin Jieyao had no choice but to let go, watching Mu Xiaran sitting in the middle of the bed, blinking her hazy eyes, and suddenly stopped talking.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement from her. As soon as Yin Jieyao stretched out his hand, Mu Xiaran fell straight on the bed, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her small body curled up, and fell asleep.

Yin Jieyao: ...

After stuffing the person into the quilt, Yin Jieyao went outside the house and called Mo Hanxuan.

He will arrange manpower at the hospital, and his main task now is to find out who is behind the scenes.

There are quite a few people who legally own guns here. Now that he has the bullets, as long as he knows what type of gun they were fired from, he can check them one by one.

　It's April!
　　A new month has begun~
　　The nearest holiday is Ching Ming Festival~
　　How long do you let it go?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)