Cool Treasure from Heaven: Mo Shaoxi as Father

Yin Moran's breathing was unsteady for a moment.

The horns of her forehead twitched, and the ink in her black eyes was as thick as an inkstone with ink splashed on it.

The tip of the nose is full of a woman's unique fragrance, and the soft touch of a woman still remains on the thin lips, but someone's little hand is still placed where it shouldn't be.

Lin Qian's face was red enough to bleed.

The sense of touch under her hand made her understand immediately.

I go!

What an embarrassment!
Can she escape immediately!
"Hey, sister Lin, be careful, the ground is slippery!"

Nangong Li's beautiful peach eyes were filled with a playful smile, "Then, I'll leave it to you, Old Yin. Qinglan, come with me and have a drink with my buddies."

I have seen enough of watching dramas, and he also provided opportunities that could be provided.

Nephrite is on the side, so don't be Liu Xiahui!

Looking at the flushed woman sitting beside Yin Moran, Yin Qinglan's eyes flickered slightly, and finally got up, nodded slightly to Lin Qian, and followed Nangong Li.

Only Lin Qian and Yin Moran were left on the sofa in the corner.

Lin Qian calmed down her heartbeat, and secretly moved to the side to stay away from someone.

Yin Moran noticed her small movements and couldn't help but chuckle.

He raised the glass and poured the wine into his mouth, only to feel that the fire in his heart was getting hotter and hotter.

The flickering lights hit the man's face, his sexy Adam's apple rolled slightly, making the man even more alluring against the background.

Lin Qian swallowed the water and reminded in a low voice, "Well, Mr. Yin, drinking too much alcohol will hurt your health, why don't I take you home earlier."

Sitting is so embarrassing, okay?

If she sent her home earlier, she would have completed the task.

Yin Moran tilted his head, and he didn't know if it was because of drinking, his black eyes were filled with a bright halo, seductively charming.

What a monster!
Lin Qian's eyes sparkled, she didn't dare to meet anyone's gaze.

"Care about me?"

The man's low and charming voice sounded, with a hint of alcohol, blowing in her ears, causing her heart to tremble.

Lin Qian hurriedly rubbed her ears, and when she raised her eyes, she realized that the distance between the man and her was very close.

Her heart was beating violently, Lin Qian shrank her shoulders, her almond eyes rolled wildly, "You are Tangtang's father, I'm afraid Tangtang will worry."

With a chuckle, Yin Moran slowly sat up straight and drank the last sip of wine.

He put down the wine glass, picked up the key on the table and threw it at Lin Qian, got up and straightened his clothes.

This is going back?

Lin Qian quickly caught the key and stood up.

Seeing this, Nangong Li, who had been watching the movement of the two, put down his wine glass and walked over.

"Are you going back? Sister Lin, Lao Yin drank too much, please help him up."

Nangong Li pushed Yin Moran to Lin Qian's side with some strength.

Yin Moran's body swayed, and Lin Qian hurriedly supported him.

Nangong Li smiled secretly, "Sister Lin, I will leave Lao Yin to you, remember to take good care of him when you get home."

Serve him well?
Why does this sound so ambiguous?

Without thinking too much, Lin Qian supported Yin Moran's tall figure with all her strength, "Young Master Li, let's go first. The money for the clothes."

Don't forget about business.

"Oh yes, Lao Yin, remember to scan Sister Lin's WeChat in a while, and help me pay in advance."

Nangong Li patted his forehead with a big smile on his lips.

Someone saw it, and asked for Sister Lin's WeChat account for him again.

Yin Moran didn't make a sound, just cast a glance at Nangong Li who was smiling, and walked forward.

When the two left, Nangong Li chuckled, turned around, and met Yin Qinglan's clear eyes.

"Ari, I should go too."

Yin Qinglan spoke softly, Nangong Li's smile paused for a moment, but quickly returned to a smirk, "Okay, I'll see you off."

"No, you can accompany them."

Yin Nangong Li didn't speak, just turned around and walked out.

Yin Qinglan opened his mouth, finally sighed, and followed quickly.

Outside, Lin Qian helped Yin Moran to the parking lot, found Yin Moran's car, carefully helped him into the car, and wiped off his sweat.

call!
A man who drinks too much is really heavy.

She walked quickly to the cab, fastened her seat belt, and started the car.

As the car drove forward, Lin Qian glanced at the rear seat of the car from the rearview mirror.

The man is closing his eyes and meditating.

The ambilight that came in from the car window hit his handsome face, as if it had been coated with a layer of halo, mysterious and cold.

This man is really good looking.

Lin Qian bent her lips and concentrated on driving.

After passing through most of the urban area, the person was finally delivered safely.

"Mr. Yin, we are home."

Lin Qian unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and opened the back seat.

Yin Moran opened his eyes, rubbed his tired eyebrows, and stepped out of the car with long legs.

"Watch the road carefully."

Seeing that Yin Moran's figure was unstable, Lin Qian put his arm on her shoulders with the idea of ​​sending the Buddha west, and helped him walk into the manor.

The secluded manor is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

The tip of his nose was filled with the elegant fragrance of a woman, and Yin Moran suddenly felt his thoughts wandering, and something strange was about to move in his heart.

Looking at the woman's pretty side face, seeing her pursing her lips and looking a little struggling to support herself, she hooked her lips and subconsciously restrained her focus.

Not far away, the housekeeper who was guarding the gate saw Yin Moran coming back supported by Lin Qian, so he hurriedly opened the door of the villa, let the two of them in, and returned to his room with winking eyes.

Lin Qian helped Yin Moran onto the sofa, stood up straight and wiped off the sweat from her forehead, then turned her head and said, "Housekeeper, please."

Hey, the butler is gone?
Lin Qian closed her mouth, glanced at the slightly drunk man on the sofa, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Yin, are you okay? Why don't you pay me for Li Shao's clothes first?"

In this way, she can also retire.

"Help me cook a bowl of hangover soup."

Yin Moran's black eyes were half closed, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Oh okay, then wait a minute."

Lin Qian nodded and went to the kitchen resignedly.

Behind him, Yin Moran undid the two buttons on his chest with his slender fingers, leaned on the sofa and continued to close his eyes to rest.

When Lin Qian finished making the hangover soup and came out, she saw Yin Moran falling asleep with her eyes closed.

The warm yellow light poured down from a height and hit the man's handsome face.

Quiet and peaceful.

There is less coldness and more childlike innocence.

Still so handsome.

Lin Qian lightly put the hangover soup on the table, searched around, picked up his coat, walked up to him, and gently helped him cover it.

At this time, Yin Moran suddenly opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, Lin Qian's heart trembled, and she retreated unconsciously.

It's just that there is a carpet underneath, she stumbled on her feet, and fell backwards with an ah.

Yin Moran quickly stretched out his hand, reached out with his long arm, and pulled the man into his arms.

Lin Qian was still in shock, and realized that she was lying on Yin Moran's body.

Looking up, I saw Yin Moran's dark eyes staring at him.

Deep and remote, people are attracted unconsciously.

"Mr. Yin!"

Lin Qian felt dizzy, and before she finished speaking, she was crushed under him.