Fiancé is domineering

Chapter 163 My CEO's Fiance! 07
I couldn't turn my head around, I blinked blankly, and when I understood a little bit, I stepped back a little, looked at him with a frown, and asked loudly, "Lu Nanfeng, are you drunk? Why are you kissing me?" ?”

"I…"

Just as he was about to answer, someone rang the doorbell downstairs, and it came through clearly.

My brows became tighter, and I muttered to myself, "Bastard, who is knocking on the door at this time? It's my mother? Why didn't you bring the key when you went out?"

I struggled to stand up, and walked towards the stairs unsteadily, looking at the steps below, as if they could move, I knocked my head in discomfort, and looked back at Lu Nanfeng, "Your surname is Lu. Go down and open the door, okay?"

He lay directly on the sofa, as if drunk.

"Pretending to be drunk, damn it..." I murmured to myself, turned my head away, held on to the handrail, and slowly walked down the stairs step by step.

When I finally came to the door, I leaned against the wall and reached out to open the door...

"Mom, are you back?" I said unsteadily to the person in front of me, but the "Mom" in front of me didn't reply, I slowly raised my head, looked over, and scratched my forehead in wonder, "Hey, old man Mom, how did you get so tall?"

"Have you been drinking?" came a very cold voice, very familiar, I moved a little closer, and looked at that face seriously, the facial features were very handsome, it seemed to be tense, as if very unhappy like.

"Eh? You're your fiance?" I said, unable to stand still, and leaned over all of a sudden.

He stretched out his hand to support me, and I just fell into his arms, smiling happily, "Yingmo, why are you here? Am I dreaming?..."

It's strange, he was obviously not so drunk just now, and after going down a dozen steps, his whole mind became even more unconscious, but he still remembered who he was.

"You're drunk." He picked me up and walked upstairs.

"It's so uncomfortable, my head is so uncomfortable..." I leaned on his chest, held his neckline tightly, and muttered, "Why is it so uncomfortable, am I sick?..."

"Drinking so much wine, of course it will be uncomfortable."

I felt that he seemed very unhappy, but his voice sounded so gentle...

(End of this chapter)