MTL - Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again-Chapter 191 you worry me

  Chapter 191 You Worried Me

  Wen Hua's eyes were like stars, and he asked him, "Do you like it?"

  The turbulent waves caused by this New Year's Eve gift are all blocked in the chest cavity, and the strong and powerful beating heart seems to be implicated by countless threads, and the slightest feeling can be sensitively transmitted to the brain.

  The beauty under the moon is shining brightly.

   Looking at the beauties under the fireworks is even more charming and charming.

  One eyebrow and one look, as if carefully copied by the most outstanding artist, every stroke is just right, just looking at it, the heart is crisp.

   No matter how many times he watched her, she still amazed him again and again.

  In her previous life, she should have been a goblin who specialized in seducing people, or a priestess who knew Gu, so she had the ability to hook him like a Gu.

   "Yes." Mo Tong stared at her beautiful eyebrows, and rolled her throat slightly.

   After waiting for a while, he didn't see anything else to say. Although Wen Hua was a little disappointed, she knew it in her heart.

  He was originally a person who couldn't express his emotions, and it was difficult to be affected by his emotions. It was not easy for him to show a surprised and happy expression.

  Just now she saw the stars in his eyes, which means that he still likes this gift.

  After watching the fireworks, Wen Hua planned to go home, but when he saw Xi Mo, he was pressing his temple with his right hand, and he seemed uncomfortable.

  Wen Hua came over and asked in a slightly anxious voice, "Do you have a headache?"

"Um."

   "Did the cold wind blow and cause the sequelae?"

"Maybe."

   "Does it hurt?"

  He frowned slightly, "I can bear it, but maybe it's not suitable to hurry, I want to find a place to rest."

  He really needs a good rest like this, it looks like he has to spend the night outside tonight.

  Wen Wei helped him to stand up, "It just so happens that there is Wen's hotel next door, I'll take you there, bear with it."

"Um."

  Xi Mo let her hold him, leaning most of his body weight on her, and went to the hotel owned by the Wen family not far from the restaurant.

  Wen's hotel occupies a super good location. There are many people who booked the hotel for New Year's Eve to watch the New Year's Eve in the city center. When they arrived, they were told that the presidential suite was booked out.

  The hotel manager's eyes lit up when he saw Wen Wei. He didn't expect that the eldest lady and Xi would come from the hotel today. He immediately wanted to find someone to coordinate a presidential suite, but Wen Hua stopped him.

   "Don't bother, just find a suitable room. He is a little uncomfortable and needs to rest urgently."

  The manager nodded again and again, "Okay, besides the presidential suite, there are a few couple suites that are also very good. I'll take you there."

  Bringing them outside the couple-themed room, the manager smiled decently, "Except for the presidential suite, this one is the best."

Wen Hua used to live in the presidential suite when he came here. He has never lived in the couple suite of his own hotel. He glanced at the door and found that the environment is not bad. He looks."

  The manager glanced at Mr. Xi, who was leaning against the eldest lady, and took a quick glance, not daring to look more closely, "Okay, I'll call the doctor on duty right away."

   It's so strange, isn't the legendary Mr. Xi an indifferent and tough strategist?

  The weak and beautiful man with drooping eyelids just now, supported by the eldest lady, as if he would fall if the wind blows, is he really Mr. Xi?

  The manager thought as he walked, and it turned out that the rumors were not credible.

   President Xi is obviously a cold-faced, soft-hearted man who loves to cling to his wife.

   But having said that, the eldest lady of their family is really a fairy-like character. She looks like that, and her marriage partner is also a handsome man selected from a million, and she is of the right family. When the two stand together, no one can help but say that they are a match made in heaven.

  Good-looking people and good-looking people are too seductive to be together.

   Insert the card into the power supply slot, and the room brightens up instantly, and the decoration and layout of the room can be seen clearly.

The size of the room is not inferior to that of the Presidential Suite. The floor is covered with thick carved carpets. The round bed in the center of the room has hazy veils. There are two retro and exquisite wall lamps beside the bed. The warm yellow light pours on the big bed, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere. atmosphere.

  Ever since entering the room, I have smelled a charming fragrance. It is different from the high-end fragrance of the presidential suite. This fragrance is more intense, but not pungent, and it feels warm and cozy when inhaled.

  Wen Hua understood after seeing the scented candles in the exquisite small chandelier tray on the table.

   No wonder it is a love hotel, the sense of design and atmosphere is really strong, very romantic.

   Fu Ximo sat on the sofa, she went to get a glass of warm water, and the big rose gold wine cabinet next to the water dispenser caught her attention.

  Through the glass door, she saw a bottle of wine she liked very much.

  Louis XIII, I really want to drink.

  Handing water to Xi Mo, she asked with concern: "Does your head still hurt?"

  The person leaning on the sofa opened his eyes and drank the warm water obediently, and caught sight of Louis XIII on her table, "Do you want to drink?"

   "I'll just drink a little."

   Afraid that he would not allow him to drink, Wen Wei added, "I won't go back again, I will drink a little, it won't do anything, drinking in moderation is good for health, and I like Louis XIII so much, I haven't tasted it for almost two years."

  Seeing the sincerity and eagerness in her eyes, Xi Mo realized that she was afraid that he would not let her drink, and chuckled in a loose tone, "Drink if you want, I can still stop you."

   With permission, Wen Hua happily poured a small half cup.

   "Drink well~"

  She was blissfully buoyant, the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc.

  After drinking half a glass, she planned to stop, but when she saw Xi Mo taking a nap with her eyes closed, she licked the corner of her mouth, and lightly poured half a glass again.

   Afraid that he would open his eyes and find out that she drank this cup very quickly.

  Just after drinking, the man opened his eyes to look.

She put the glass down without blushing and heartbeat, and chatted with him seriously, "If it weren't for the fact that you are not suitable for drinking after being discharged from the hospital, I would pour some for you. It's a pity, you can't drink such a good wine now." .”

   I don't know if it's because of the alcohol that she has an illusion, Xi Mo's eyes seem to be getting darker and darker, with a lingering interest.

   "Has your head stopped hurting, uh-"

   A deep kiss without warning took her breath away.

  The lips and tongue are filled with the aroma of wine and the clear and strong taste of men, and the alcohol seems to be even higher.

  Wen Hua grabbed his clothes and tentatively kissed him back.

  Her gentleness is like water, her sweetness and softness, and her initiative are all stimulating his reason.

  Xi Mo breathed heavily, and let go of her a second before his sanity collapsed, his voice was as seductive as fine wine, "I have tasted it, the taste of Louis XIII is really good."

  Wen Hua's face was like autumn water, and she looked at him with bright eyes, "What about me?"

  The man looked at her blushing eyes with great interest, and said in a light and low voice, "Xiao Wenhua's taste is naturally... so addictive that you can't extricate yourself, and you know the taste."

  Wen Hua blushed, not knowing why she asked that question just now.

  Looking at him again, he looked careless and interested, as if the sick beauty who was weak just now was not him.

   "You pretended?"

  The man didn't answer.

  She pursed her lips and poked his chest lightly with her index finger, "You worry me."

  (end of this chapter)