Getting drunk on marriage: Domineering president, please take over

Chapter 30
Mo Ziqian supported Su Man's shoulder very gently.

Su Man was afraid of such an overly gentle Mo Ziqian. With a movement of his body, he twisted away the man's hand. The man's breath would lose his nature, and he said indifferently, "I can go by myself."

Mo Ziqian said nothing, but he didn't let go of Suman, and clasped her waist.

Mo Ziqian led Suman out of the dark night. The driver had already driven the car at the door. Suman said, "My assistant is still inside."

"Are you sure you want to go back to the box like this."

Su Man paused, his hair was a little disheveled, and there was an obvious bite mark on the corner of his mouth. It was obvious at a glance that it was really inconvenient to go back. After hesitating for a moment, he followed Mo Ziqian into the car.

The car crossed the street and went straight to Mo Mansion.

Along the way, Su Man was very silent. When the car stopped, Mo Ziqian said flatly, "Get out of the car."

Suman came back to his senses, raised his eyes, saw the word Nuo Damo Mansion, and said, "Why didn't you take me to the hotel this time?"

Mo Ziqian replied flatly, "It's still the same if you live in Mo's residence."

"Oh, what's the same?" Suman returned to his usual smile.

"There are many guest rooms in Fuchu, you can live in whatever you want."

"I'll live in whichever room you sleep in," Suman began to circle with him again.

"Get out of the car," Mo Ziqian opened the door.

Suman followed closely.

Mo Ziqian walked directly into the upstairs bedroom, and Su Man followed without stopping.

Mo Ziqian stood at the door with his back leaning against the door, his eyes were full of provocative affection, "You want to sleep with me?"

Suman frowned, "Don't you think so in your heart?"

Suman stood at the door, winking like silk.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, but it was Mo Ziqian who hugged her horizontally, "I'll carry you to bed."

"Uncle has shown his fox's tail," Su Man whispered while leaning on Mo Ziqian's arms peacefully.

"Isn't this what you always wished for? I'm used to being Santa Claus," Mo Ziqian smiled warmly, and suddenly, his black eyes sparkled.

Suman was speechless for a while.

After putting Suman in the bathroom, Mo Ziqian took out a set of men's pajamas from the closet and put them in Suman's hands, "Go, wash, you smell of alcohol."

Suman smiled, took the pajamas, glanced at them, and exclaimed, "Why are they for men, I want women's pajamas."

"Not ready."

"Then is this your pajamas?" Suman smiled meaningfully.

"Then whose pajamas do you want?" Mo Ziqian raised his eyebrows.

"Hate it, let people wear your pajamas, feel...feel like you are so bad."

"You still don't want to take a shower, do you want me to wash it for you?" Mo Ziqian glanced at the woman with silky eyes.

"Good idea," Su Man immediately closed the door, but heard Mo Ziqian whisper, "It's not like I haven't seen it."

Suman stood under the bathroom heater and let the cold water chill her whole body and extinguish the warmth in her heart. She couldn't afford to be willful.

Half an hour later, Suman walked out of the bathroom with dripping long hair.

She didn't wear the pajamas Mo Ziqian gave her, but wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked out.

The room is very large, with a large balcony overlooking the night sky of the port city, very quiet.

At this time, Mo Ziqian was not in the room.

Suman took out a cigarette from her handbag, walked to the balcony, and took a deep breath. The smoke was lingering around her. Looking at her from a distance, she gave an inexplicably distant attitude.

Mo Ziqian washed up in other bathrooms before entering the door, when he saw such a beautiful figure that rejected people thousands of miles away.

"Why don't you blow dry your hair?" Mo Ziqian came to Su Man's back, put his arms around her waist, and put his head on the woman's shoulder.

"Wait for you to blow my hair," Suman was not used to having a man by his side, and still puffed, put the cigarette into the ashtray, looked back and smiled.

"You're self-willed, how old is your child, you're not afraid of catching a cold," Mo Ziqian let go of Su Man, took out a hair dryer from the cabinet, and pressed her on the seat.

Slender fingers ran through the smooth long hair, and the whining hair dryer whispered, neither of them spoke.

"Okay." Seeing the soft and shiny hair draped on Suman's back, he put away the blower.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Suman asked with a smile.

Mo Ziqian lowered his head and locked the woman's eyes. The orange light fell on the black eyes, giving a gentle feeling, "I am your uncle, so of course I should care more about you."

"I'll go!" Su Man pouted dissatisfiedly, and said, "Who cares, I don't want you to be my uncle."

Suman raised her eyebrows and smiled charmingly, "I want to get closer to you, so close."
Su Man approached Mo Ziqian, the distance between the two was very close, so close that Su Man's cold skin could feel the warmth of the man's body.

Mo Ziqian smiled, with a deep meaning, "Manman, children who lie are not good, why did you refuse in the dark night?"

But he didn't forget that when he put his arm around her shoulder at the door of the dark night, she instinctively refused, so obvious.

"Oh, my dear Momo, isn't she shy? There are people coming and going at the door in the dark night. It would be bad if someone you know sees it. Besides, I'm thinking about you."

"Hehe, Manman, the excuse is good, but it's a pity that I don't believe it at all," Mo Ziqian pointed at his heart and shook his hand.

Su Man pouted, took Mo Ziqian's hand, and whispered, "Okay, I was wrong, next time, I promise not to push you away."

Suman lowered his head, his long hair concealing the expression on his face.

Mo Ziqian is really cunning, he is always sober.

"Momo, it's such a beautiful day, isn't it a bit disappointing for us to talk about this?" Su Man raised his eyes, blinked again, his shoulders were exposed, his fairness was revealed, and he hesitated to speak.

Mo Ziqian picked up Suman and put him directly on the bed.

(End of this chapter)