The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

There was sadness and helplessness in that voice, for some reason, Yang Yuxi's heart was pulled hard, his nose was sore, and he felt like crying.

She gritted her teeth and said cruelly, "Just send him back. I won't go there at this late hour."

Du Hanqing exclaimed exaggeratedly on the other end of the phone.

"Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want to send my brother back. He won't let me touch him at all, otherwise I would have sent him back a long time ago."

Then Yang Yuxi heard the conversation on the other end of the phone.

"Brother, please stop making trouble. It's not safe for sister-in-law to come out by herself at this late hour. I'll take you back."

Who knew that Jing Mochen, who was already quite drunk, pushed him away.

"Go away, don't touch me, only my wife can touch my body."

"Yuxi, wife, I miss you so much, where are you?"

"belch--"

Du Hanqing said helplessly, "Sister-in-law, did you hear me, my brother won't let me take him off at all, so hurry up and pick him up."

"Otherwise, if my brother continues to drink, he will really have a stomach perforation and be sent to the hospital tomorrow."

Yang Yuxi struggled fiercely in her heart, but in the end she couldn't make up her mind to ignore it.

"where are you?"

Du Hanqing immediately reported the name of the clubhouse.

Yang Yuxi changed his clothes and drove directly to the car.

Naturally, behind her was the bodyguard sent by Jing Mochen to protect her, not far or near.

When I arrived at the club, I asked the front desk and went to the box, and I saw Jing Mochen, who smelled of alcohol and was limp on the sofa.

On the coffee table, there were seven or eight empty bottles.

Du Hanqing hurriedly said to her, "Sister-in-law, you are finally here, take brother back quickly, he really can't drink anymore."

Yang Yuxi walked over and sat down on the sofa, and said softly, "Jing Mochen, let's go home."

The drunken man opened his eyes, stared blankly at her for a while before he realized, he hugged her waist suddenly, crying and laughing.

"Honey, I miss you so much."

"Don't be angry with me, let's live a good life."

Yang Yuxi also felt very uncomfortable, "Let's go home first, what should we do if we hurt our stomach after drinking so much wine?"

Jing Mochen stood up obediently, letting her support him, with a contented smile on his face like a child's.

Yang Yuxi struggled to help him out of the clubhouse, put him in the car, and drove him home himself.

For some reason, the strong smell of alcohol made her nauseated, and a feeling of nausea came up, she immediately rolled down the window to get air.

Back home, with the help of the servant, she finally put Jing Mochen, who was moaning drunk, on the bed.

Then came over with a basin of hot water, untied his clothes, and patiently helped him wipe his face and upper body.

Suddenly, Jing Mochen frowned tightly, got up from the bed with a face full of discomfort, ran to the toilet and vomited, and vomited a lot.

When I came out again, my legs and feet were weak.

Seeing his distressed look, Yang Yuxi had no choice but to pour him a glass of water, and couldn't help nagging at the same time.

"What do you have to do if you have to drink so much alcohol for nothing? How can you be happy if you hurt your stomach. I'm in my 30s and I don't take care of my body."

Jing Mochen stared at her with red eyes, his fierce expression made Yang Yuxi think he was going to hit her, so he couldn't help but shut his mouth embarrassingly.

Who knows, Jing Mochen grabbed her hand and said seriously, "Honey, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you down the stairs six years ago."

"It was I who wronged you and caused you to suffer so much."

"Honey, don't hate me anymore, okay? I feel very sad to be hated by you so much."

For some reason, Yang Yuxi suddenly felt sad, and a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

"Don't talk about the past, I have forgotten it."

But Jing Mochen became more serious, "No, I want to say. I didn't do it on purpose at that time, the situation was too chaotic at that time, and there were grandpa's people watching."

"I just wanted to give you a slight push, but I didn't expect you to actually roll down the stairs. I regretted it for many years."

"Honey, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me once."

Yang Yuxi broke her hand away from Jing Mochen's, and said lightly, "You're drunk, go to bed early, I'm really tired."

Jing Mochen didn't listen to her, hugged her tightly in his arms again, and touched his hot heart with her hand.

"I love you for a long time, this hot heart beats only for you."

Yang Yuxi only felt a bang in his head, he could no longer think, and his ears could no longer hear any sound.

How could it be possible, how could Jing Mochen love her?

Without getting a response, Jing Mochen put his hands on his wife's shoulders again, and looked deeply into the deepest part of her pupils with his red eyes.

"Yuxi, I really love you, stop thinking about Gu Zebei, and try to love me too, okay?"

The man's thin lips were printed on her red lips, and Yang Yuxi pushed him away as if he had just woken up from a dream.

A panicked voice escaped from her mouth.

"Jing Mochen, you're drunk, you're talking nonsense, don't say such things again. I won't believe what you say."

This man is cold-hearted, how can she be so attractive to make this man fall in love with her.

She even took out her heart and held it in front of her, but she still refused to believe his words.

Jing Mochen shouted loudly with red eyes, "Yang Yuxi, I just love you, I just want to marry you as my wife, I just want to have sex with you, love, I just want you to give me a baby."

"Why the hell don't you believe me? Only you can arouse my body's desire."

Yang Yuxi covered his mouth in a panic.

"Don't say any more, I won't believe what the drunkard said, I'll go to the next bedroom to sleep, and you can go crazy here."

Angry and anxious, Jing Mochen held her face again, opened her teeth, and kissed her passionately, absorbing the sweetness that belonged to her.

The turbid smell of alcohol accompanied by the masculine breath made the uncomfortable feeling in Yang Yuxi's stomach surge up again.

She was terrified by the great desire hidden in the man's body.

Yang Yuxi pushed hard and beat Jing Mochen's chest. The man kissed her cruelly, rubbing his palms on her smooth back.

There was no other way, Yang Yuxi had no choice but to bite his lip fiercely.

The severe pain forced Jing Mochen to let go of her.

Yang Yuxi covered her mouth and rushed into the toilet, retching uncomfortably.

Jing Mochen's eyes were dim, and his heart was as cold as if soaked in ice water.

When Yang Yuxi finally felt better, he had already recovered his cold expression.