she fell from the galaxy

Mo Sihan bent down and stuffed the drunk woman in his arms into the car.

Zhu Wuyou, who was still conscious, suddenly grabbed the car door like an octopus and refused to go in, still yelling: "Help! Traffickers are abducting women!"

What she said caused the passers-by to look sideways, and everyone was whispering about what was going on.

However, looking at her drunken appearance, it is estimated that few people would take her words seriously.

In public, someone would be so stupid as to abduct and sell a woman from a good family?

It's not bad to say that some malicious people will guard the door of the bar to take the opportunity to 'pick up corpses'.

However, no matter how you look at it, the men in front of you are all boss-level figures, legendary human high-quality men.

Not to mention other things, just Mo Sihan's tens of millions of mounts should not be underestimated, let alone a tall black bodyguard like Yan Qing by his side.

What kind of woman can't be obtained by such a man, does he need to 'pick up the corpse'?
A few beauties with heavy makeup said jealously: "If I can be attracted by such a big boss, even if I am kidnapped, I will be willing. That woman really does not know how to be blessed."

Another woman in a navel-baring dress showed disdain in her eyes: "Even if it's a dewy relationship, that woman is not at a disadvantage. Why is she still being so hypocritical?"

"Yes, yes."

It's nice to be rich.

Zhu Wuyou leaned on the door of the car with all his strength, and the strength was so strong that several cows couldn't pull it away.

It has to be said that under the awareness of crisis, people's potential is infinite.

"Don't make trouble, let's go home." Afraid of hurting her, Mo Sihan could only coax her in a low voice.

But it turns out that reasoning with a drunk woman is unnecessary.

Zhu Wuyou didn't restrain himself, and pointed an index finger at a young man with yellow hair: "Huang Mao, tell me, if I'm going to be sold to a widower in a ravine to be my wife, that's because you don't want to save me, right?" Accomplice. Haven't you heard? In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent."

This woman was so drunk that she didn't even know who she was, yet she was so eloquent.

It's a shame she doesn't go on a stand-up show.

Mo Sihan frowned, and said in a low voice, "Zhu Wuyou, don't make trouble."

The yellow-haired man hesitantly took out his cell phone and was about to call the police, but Mo Sihan's eyes were as cold as ice.

With Mo Sihan's bigwig style, coupled with his naturally unsmiling expression, most people would not dare to provoke him.

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and walked away, away from the place of right and wrong.

Sure enough, not everyone can be a hero.

After a lot of tossing, Zhu Wuyou, who was stubbornly resisting, was finally pushed into the back seat by Mo Sihan.

"Drive." Mo Sihan's voice was low, exuding the majesty of someone who had been in a high position for a long time.

The driver stepped on the accelerator pedal, and the streamlined sports car jumped out like a vigorous leopard.

*
As soon as he sat down firmly, Mo Sihan's tall body pressed over, and the breath that belonged to her penetrated into the tip of his nose.

Zhu Wuyou's eyes were blurred, and he warned him naively: "Don't come here, if you come here again, I will sue you for molestation!"

He was just kind enough to help her fasten her seat belt, so how could he be indecent again?
Although there was no reason to be angry with a drunk woman, Mo Sihan was still very angry with her.

Tonight, it seemed like he was doing everything wrong.

Mo Sihan sighed, and coaxed in a low voice: "Hey, let me fasten your seat belt for you."

"No. Big bastard, stay away from me!"

"obedient."

"Listen to you big-headed ghost! You don't touch me, touch me again and call someone!"

"Please feel free."

The effect of these words is equivalent to screaming that the throat is broken and no one cares.

Mo Sihan paused, and regardless of her objection, he fastened her seat belt.

After a while, the woman next to him seemed to have forgotten what happened before, and opened her slightly drunken eyes to look at him as if looking at a stranger.

"Hey, are you the young master serving the wine or the big yellow duck?" Zhu Wuyou said with a slightly drunken voice, drunk and dreamlike.

What is the big yellow duck?
Mo Sihan urgently needs someone to preach and teach him to solve his doubts.

Zhu Wuyou said solemnly: "It is said in the chicken soup for the soul, that a suit and tie like yours looks elegant, but it is actually very wretched on the inside. Why do you say you are not good enough to be a big yellow duck?"

That's what it meant.

Mo Sihan's face was covered with black lines, making it even darker.

Zhu Wuyou looked at Mo Sihan with sympathetic eyes, and sneered: "You don't know that being a duck will cause kidney deficiency? Kidney deficiency will die young, and at that time, no matter how many lamb kidneys you eat, you won't be able to make up for it."

Lamb kidneys are such a disgusting thing, Mo Sihan doesn't bother to eat them.

It is said that Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, but she really knows how to put her nose on her face.

Tonight, Mo Sihan's tolerance towards Zhu Wuyou was infinitely stretched like ramen.

Maybe this is the ironclad proof that he is attracted to someone, and he will repeatedly refresh his bottom line for her.

Fortunately, after helping her fasten her seat belt, the drunk woman fell asleep.

If this continues, Mo Sihan will definitely go crazy.

Why!Why do women want to drink like men?Drunken women are so difficult to serve!

The car drove on the winding mountain road for a while, and at a place less than two miles away from home, Zhu Wuyou vomited the car.

"Uh!"

Zhu Wuyou's stomach turned upside down, and he vomited directly in the car.

The vomit all over the car is simply unbearable to look at, plus the smell...

"parking!"

With an order, Mo Sihan quickly fled from the car.

A clean freak like Mo Sihan can't stand just the smell, let alone anything else.

Mo Sihan directed Yan Qing: "Go and get her down."

"Okay, President Mo." Yan Qing successfully carried Zhu Wuyou out of the car.

Mo Sihan held back his nausea and took a tissue to wipe the vomit off Zhu Wuyou's mouth.

Looking at the pained expression on his face, it was almost worse than killing him.

Yan Qing dared to guarantee that Mo Sihan had never done such a job in his life.

Yan Qing couldn't imagine the consequences of changing to someone else tonight.

Throwing it on the road and letting it fend for itself is considered light, but not throwing people into the zoo is not bad.

Not far away, a little light.

Fortunately, not far from home, Mo Sihan decided to carry Zhu Wuyou back home.

"President Mo, then this car..."
"From today on, I don't want to see it again."

"Understood, I know what to do."

It's a pity that this limited-edition mount was forced to retire like this. The rich are so self-willed.

As the soft moonlight shone down on the ground, Mo Sihan walked quietly on the way back with Zhu Wuyou on his back.

The warmth of his chest against his back came, and the corners of Mo Sihan's lips twitched slightly, feeling a special feeling in his heart.

Zhu Wuyou lay his head on Mo Sihan's generous shoulders, talking in a drunken voice: "Hey, are you my father?"

dad?How did he become her father again?

She was really drunk, and she changed her name four or five times in one night.

First the waiter, then the hostess, then the human trafficker, then the big yellow duck with kidney deficiency, and now he has become her father again.

There's nothing left to do, let her go, Mo Sihan could only sigh.

"When I was young, I was most afraid of rainy days. Even if there were knives in the sky, my mother would not give me an umbrella like other parents. But this is not what makes me sad the most. What saddens me the most is seeing other children Riding on Dad’s back, and I can only envy. At that time, I was thinking, Dad’s back must be big and warm, even if there is no umbrella, it will not be cold..."

Hearing Zhu Wuyou's murmurs to himself, Mo Sihan couldn't help feeling distressed, he almost forgot that the woman on his back lacked love since childhood, even more so than him.

At least he still has grandparents who love her, but she has been bearing the identity of an illegitimate daughter since she was a child, and she has a mother as indifferent as Weng Xiaomei. The hardships she has suffered are far beyond his imagination.

With her like this, how could he be so cruel to hurt her before?

She said that when she first saw him, he became one of her few lights.

But how did he respond to her joy at the beginning?
The heart never cools down all at once, but after countless disappointments and heartbreaks, it disappears little by little.

"Sorry, I can't be your father. But I promise you, I will be a good husband in the future." Mo Sihan's tone was so sincere, so sincere that no one could question him, "Zhu Wuyou, life is too short, It shouldn't be used to hold grudges, I just want to love you for the rest of my life."

His true confession is destined to only be told to the air.

Zhu Wuyou burst into tears suddenly, and sang the song "Only a mother is good in this world" repeatedly with her really not pleasant singing voice: "Only a mother is good in this world, a child with a mother is like a treasure..."

The degree of sensationalism can be described as tears and broken hearts.

Mo Sihan smiled speechlessly: "It's good to cry out, it's better than holding it in."

It turns out that it's better when a woman cries than when she's silent.

*
The journey was not too short, and Mo Sihan deliberately slowed down, but still felt that he got home a little faster.

"Master, what's wrong with young mistress?" The servant on duty rushed out to greet her.

Mo Sihan said, "It's nothing, you go to sleep, I'll just take care of her."

The servant echoed respectfully: "Yes, master."

On the big bed in the room, Mo Sihan carefully wiped Zhu Wuyou's body with a towel, and changed her pajamas.

Husband and wife are not supposed to take care of each other. In the past, Guangmo Sihan often called Zhu Wuyou around, but today it was him who took care of her for the first time.

Certain images in Mo Sihan's mind forcefully loaded into his mind, it was Zhu Wuyou finishing changing his clothes with a face of shyness, it was the couple's evening talk in the long night, it was...

For a moment, Mo Sihan's thoughts went wrong.

He was thinking, if she wasn't drunk tonight...

As the night gradually deepened, it seemed that the devil sealed in the man's body came out and clamored again.
Mo Sihan stared at the sleeping woman, and forced himself to turn around and take a shower.

"Wow hoo hoo!"

In the bathroom, there is hot air.

The sound of the water stopped, and Mo Sihan appeared in front of the mirror without any scruples, with smooth muscle lines and sexy abs mermaid lines.

Mo Sihan stared at his perfect self in the mirror, feeling a little self-pitying.

Obviously he has a wife, why does he continue to live like an ascetic?

Even though his wife was sleeping on the bed outside, he couldn't do anything.

Coming out of the bathroom, Mo Sihan's body was inexplicably bursting with anger...