Never deeply in love

"Don't you want to drink?" Walking to the wine cabinet, he casually took two bottles of red wine, stuffed them into Mo Yu's hands, crossed his legs and bent his knees, and sat directly on the carpet. This kind of action, when he did, was somewhat unruly.

To put it in Su Zhe's words, you need to be happy and comfortable in life. Next to it was a wine cabinet, which, although not comparable to a bar, was full of all kinds of famous foreign wines.

He brought them back on business trips at home and abroad. The price is not cheap, usually alone at home, occasionally take out a product, very enjoyable.

But when Mo Yu said he wanted to drink, he naturally didn't bring it for tasting. After opening the bottle, Mo Yu didn't utter a single word of nonsense and raised his head to fill it. She drank so hard and so fast that she choked.

Su Zhe didn't stop her. She had a faint smile on her lips, so she looked at her. He picked up another bottle of wine and drank it with her. The two of them sat face to face, saying nothing but drinking. On the left was the french window. Mo Yu turned and looked out the window.

The building blocks of the entire city a, a panoramic view of the people, looking relaxed and happy. The wine spilled from the corner of his mouth and soaked the clothes on his chest along his neck. Su zhe turned on the heater, and the room began to heat up, or maybe it was because of the wine.

Both of them took off their jackets and wore only a thin singlet. After drinking two bottles in one breath, Mo Yu's eyes gradually blurred. She gazed at the city outside the french windows, which bore her many wounds and pains.

For so many years, she had never been as relaxed as she was now, drinking freely and comfortably, regardless of whether she was drunk or not. As she drank, she looked out the window.

"Mo Yu." Seeing that she was almost finished, Su Zhe took her into his arms and took the half-finished bottle from her hand. "That's enough."

This was the third bottle. Su Zhe looked down at her. The woman's face was red. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Su Zhe in a daze. Her eyes were blurred and she blinked. "You... Why are you two heads?"

Su Zhe: ..."

"No." She blinked again and looked at him with difficulty. "It's three. Ah, don't shake it. My head is so dizzy."

She stroked her forehead, her voice a little tipsy. Su Zhe looked at her in silence. This was the first time he saw Mo Yu drunk. It was completely devoid of the usual calm and indifferent, and it was rare to see a little more of a woman's coquettish anger.

"You're drunk." Su Zhe hugged her and simply held her in his arms. His chin rested on the top of her soft hair, and he patted her on the back involuntarily. "Mo Yu, sleep well when you're drunk. Sleep well, everything is over."

Ever since the shareholders'meeting ended that day, she had been in the hospital with her sick mother. With Li Sujie's personality, you don't have to think about how she would treat Mo Yu. It was not hard for him to imagine how much she had repressed in her heart.

When she saw him, she could still smile and tell him that she wanted to drink. He could feel how sad and depressed her heart was. She should vent, and he wanted to give her space to vent.

"I feel... Terrible." Mo Yu was hugged by him, feeling very comfortable in a daze. He suddenly hugged his waist, buried his face in his arms, and let out a moan.

Su Zhe lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead. His voice was gentle. "What's wrong?"

Mo Yu shook his head and murmured,... "Where is it? I... Don't know. It's just uncomfortable... Very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable..."

The tears in her eyes suddenly fell. She buried her face in Su Zhe's chest, knowing that he didn't see it. But she could feel his figure give a slight pause. She did not know that even if he could not see it, her tears wet his only single layer, enough to make him feel.

The man arched his leg and held her tightly, trying to make her feel more comfortable in his arms. His unruly face, without the usual flirtatious idleness, looked a little more solemn.

He hugged her like that and silently accompanied her without saying anything. At some point, the woman in her arms fell into a deep sleep. Su Zhe loosened her slightly, brushed away the stray hair on her face, and kissed her lips.

"I knew you wanted to get drunk, so I didn't want to take you to a bar." Su Zhe looked at her and shook his head with a smile. I thought she would have a good time venting when she was drunk, but I didn't expect her wine to be so good that she went straight to sleep after drinking.

Su Zhe picked her up and put her directly on the bed. He rubbed his brows and drank a lot with mo yu. At this moment, the alcohol was getting stronger. Although this wine was not enough to make him drunk, it was also a little uncomfortable.

Su Zhe turned around and was about to take a cold shower in the bathroom to wake up. Mo Zihan called. "Su Zhe, the project that we and Shangguan group invested in Mo Yu, you need to sort it out as soon as possible."

Su Zhe immediately understood what was going on. With mo Xiao Ran's vengeful character, as long as it was something that could benefit young master Mo, he was afraid that he would destroy it.

"Yes, young master Mo, I will have all the information ready before the meeting tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Mo-tse replied. Su zhe thought he would hang up. He paused and suddenly asked, "Have you contacted Mo Yu recently?"

He knew more or less about the tangles between Su Zhe and Mo Yu. Nominally, Mo Yu was his cousin. In fact, Su Zhe was also his right-hand man, and there was nothing wrong with him asking about them.

Su Zhe, on the other hand, was stunned by his question. Thinking of the woman who had fallen asleep in his bed when he was drunk, he felt a little awkward.

"Young master Mo, I have asked Mo Yu's secretary to hand over the work matters. If there were any questions, it would be the same for Mo Xiaoran to come to him after he became president. Cold Awn and the Construction group have no other cooperation except for that funding project. I'm sure he won't be interested in these small matters."

Mo-tse, who was on the other end of the microphone, was silent for a moment and said slowly, "I'm not asking about business."

"..." Su Zhe did not react for a moment. Before he could speak, there was a beep on the phone. Mo Zihan had already hung up

Holding the phone, Su Zhe was still in a daze. Young master Mo said he wasn't asking about business? That was... A private matter?!

When Mo Yu woke up, he saw a dim but warm orange light. She opened and closed her eyes again and again, until her consciousness gradually returned to her cage and looked at the gray-blue style of home in the room, then she remembered where she was.

She moved and found that her clothes were fine. She raised her hand to touch her head after waking up from the alcohol, feeling a little complicated. If she had followed this man without hesitation, she would not have resisted what would happen between them.

But now, when she found herself sleeping soundly on the bed in her room, and the man did not touch her, a feeling of being cherished came to her. There was a special smell in the quilt, clean and refreshing. It smelled exactly the same as Su Zhe's, and it was exceptionally warm and reassuring.

For a moment, Mo Yu felt that if he could live with him in the future, it would be a very warm and comfortable thing. But she quickly dismissed the idea, and a bitter smile spread from the corner of her mouth.

Perhaps she had been strong for too long, or perhaps she had just realized it after drinking, or perhaps she had never been taken care of like this before. Her heart had been wandering for too long, and it was inevitable that there would be times when she was weak. She had never thought of this before, and she dared not even think about it.

Mo Yu lifted the blanket and slowly got up. Su Zhe's bottles of rare wine were so strong that she didn't know when she had fallen asleep drunk. When he got up and walked out of the bedroom, he saw the man sitting in front of the french window with his computer looking at something.

When he heard the noise, he looked up at her with a faint smile on his lips. Mo Yu looked at him and suddenly felt that this man was at home, which made her feel a little different from being outside.

There seemed to be something warmer on him. It is said that women are fickle, but do men have many different sides?

"Are you awake?" Su Zhe got up, put the computer aside and walked towards her.

Mo Yu involuntarily took a step back, and the man's dark brows furrowed. She retreated and took a few steps closer to him. She wrapped her arms around her waist and held her in her arms.

"Su Zhe." Mo Yu reached out and pressed his hand against his chest. Somehow, his face was a little hot, perhaps because he had just woken up drunk. She struggled twice, but couldn't break free. "I should go back."

The man held her even tighter. Before she could react, he took out a hand to hold her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Mo Yu, what are you thinking?"

"What?" Mo Yu was a little confused and subconsciously looked into his deep eyes. An unknown emotion flashed in the man's eyes, and it was so deep that it seemed as if he wanted to suck her in.

"What do you think about me? Let's be clear. To you, I'm not just playing around." After a pause, he seemed a little uncomfortable. This was no different from confessing, and he was used to wandering in the wind and moon court, but he had never seriously confessed to a woman.

"Mo Yu, I'm serious. What about you?" Su Zhe asked.

He had never been so anxious to ask her what she wanted, and at the same time, to tell her what he wanted. He didn't say it before because he didn't think it was time yet.

Now, she is no longer the president of the Construction group. He didn't want to see her work so hard anymore. What outsiders didn't know was that he wasn't just Mo Zihan's special assistant. He was also part of the Han mang film and television's initial funding.

He had a lot of shares in the Han mang film and television, plus his salary, and his unknown medical background, so it was more than enough to make Mo Yu live well. He felt that it was finally time. His woman didn't have to work so hard.