Quick wear: when I get close to you

It was already midnight when Mu Congan came back. When the driver sent Mu Congan home, Mu Congan was already drunk and unconscious.

Mo Mo hurried downstairs to pick up Mu Congan from the driver. The driver apologized and said to Mo Mo, "Sorry Miss Mo, Mr. Mu never lets us take care of him. He always leaves as soon as he comes in, so I have no choice but to leave it to you.

After the driver left, Mo Mo looked at the drunken Mu Congan on the sofa and couldn't help but complain, "It stinks." It smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. It seemed that he had really changed in the past three years. A lot, considering that he used to be a person who could get drunk and talk nonsense after drinking a few cans of beer.

But he never thought that Mo Mo opened his eyes as soon as he finished complaining about the person on the sofa. After drinking, Mu Congan's eyes were red as if he had cried.

"You haven't slept yet?" Mu Cong'an asked.

His voice was a little hoarse, but softer than usual, which made Mo Mo's ears itchy and a little red because he could control everything with his hands.

Mo Mo bent down and asked Mu Cong'an with a guilty conscience, "Mr. Mu, can you still walk on your own? Can I help you back to your room?"

But Mu Congan's attention was not at all on what Mo Mo said. Instead, he reached out and pinched Mo Mo's earlobe, "The ears look very similar, with this little mole."

Mo Mo shrank back sensitively. After realizing what Mu Cong'an said, Mo Mo's heart exploded with thunder, "WOC! 303! Did your prop fail?!"

303 was also panicked, "I don't know either, this, this, this... I know, he is drunk now and is a little delirious. These behaviors should be subconscious actions. It seems that you have been deeply ingrained in his heart." ”

Mo Mo couldn't tell how he felt, so he responded dully: "So that's it."

Mu Congan closed his eyes again while Mo Mo was talking to 303 in a daze.

Mo Mo's mood became more complicated, "Xiao 3, is there any prop that can make me as strong as an ox?"

Cold 303 came online: "No."

Mo Mo looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with tears in her eyes, "God, how could you let me, a weak woman with no strength, carry him upstairs?" ? ?

Mo Mo thought for a long time, but still couldn't bear to just throw Mu Cong'an on the sofa, so he had to help Mu Cong'an up from the sofa and walk to Mu Cong'an's bedroom.

"Uh...it's really heavy." Mo Mo took a deep breath and laid Mu Congan on the bed with relief.

Unexpectedly, the movement was too big, causing Mu Congan to wake up again, pulled Mo Mo over and said, "I know you, you are Mo Mo."

After a while, he seemed to wake up for a moment, "No, you are Bai Wei..."

"But I want Mo Mo...you are just someone who looks a lot like her."

Mo Mo's heart rose and fell following Mu Cong'an's words. Is this playing with her heartbeat? Fortunately, Mu Congan was drunk, otherwise he would have noticed something strange about him.

With a long sigh, Mo Mo broke away from Mu Cong'an's hand and went into the bathroom, wetted a towel and took it out to wipe Mu Cong'an's face.

"I can't help it. Who made me feel guilty about you? I have to take good care of you." Mo Mo thought to himself while helping Mu Congan tidy up, then forcefully pulled Mu Congan up and took off his suit jacket, " Tsk, if we didn't have this kind of relationship, I could help you change your clothes, but it's a pity, this is the only way."

Mo Mo's eyes gradually lowered, "But since I've helped you take off your clothes, I'll help you check if your 'stomach' is drunk... It shouldn't matter, right?"

As he spoke, he put his hands on Mu Congan's...abs like an old pervert.

Woohoo, I felt real abdominal muscles...

Before even touching it twice, Mo Mo felt the tension in Mu Cong'an's muscles. She looked up and saw that Mu Cong'an had woken up again.

Mo Mo's hands trembled in fright: "Do you need me to help you change clothes?" Mo Mo was so panicked that his tongue was tied.

But Mu Cong'an's eyes only became sharp for a moment. When he saw that it was Mo Mo, Mu Cong'an muttered something and lay back relaxedly.

Just when Mo Mo thought everything had returned to calm, Mu Congan said again: "Yes... of course."

Mu Cong'an grabbed Mo Mo's hand again and repeated: "I said I need to change clothes." As he said that, he put Mo Mo's hand on the spot where Mo Mo just touched.

Mo Mo's face turned red and he wanted to take his hand out, but Mu Congan's hand held him tightly, as if he wouldn't give up until he changed it.

Mo Mo remembered how Mu Cong'an was in the hospital at that time, holding her arm tightly to prevent her from leaving, and thinking that she was his mother. If Mo Mo's motherly heart hadn't exploded at that time, she would have been worried about pulling her off again. It was only when Mu Congan was injured that he relented and stayed with her all night... Maybe there wouldn't be so many uncontrollable things happening in the future.

Thinking of this, Mo Mo sighed, and even his lingering mood calmed down.

Thinking in his mind: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color..." With an old monk's face unmoved by beauty, he helped Mu Cong'an take off his shirt.

He also found Mu Congan's pajamas and helped Mu Congan put them on, "I'm only going to help you change into your top. After all, I've seen a lot of old men's naked upper bodies, but I haven't seen the bottom part yet. I'm just An innocent girl, I can't change it for you." Mo Mo, who was immersed in his own world and thought to himself, didn't notice the man's deep gaze at all.

Mu Cong'an turned over, grabbed Mo Mo's hand and pressed Mo Mo down: "Mo Mo, you can only like me, you can only look at me, not others. I know you like me too..."

Mo Mo collapsed again and shouted crazily in his heart: "Look at my mouth~~"

The man in front of him looked a little crazy, and he couldn't reason with a drunk person at all. The more he talked, the more crazy he became.

"Drunk men can't do it, right? Xiao 3?" Mo Mo wanted to seek some psychological comfort, "Xiao 3? 303? Give me a tube of poison! I'll knock him out!"

I don't know why 303 didn't respond again. Mo Mo thought that it's better to seek help from others than to seek help from others. He curled up one leg and put it on Mu Cong'an's chest to prevent him from getting closer, and planned to "cut off his descendants" with the other leg.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, it should only hurt a little, and it won't end your offspring.

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Mo Mo's leg was held down by Mu Cong'an's hand just as he was about to exert force. Now, both of Mo Mo's hands were caught in one of Mu Cong'an's hands. What's terrible is that Mo Mo managed to break free even with just one hand. not open.

For a moment, Mo Mo's two hands were grabbed, one leg was pressed, and the other leg was stuck between himself, Mu Congan and his own body. It was extremely uncomfortable, and it felt like the tendons of the stuck leg were being tightened. Pulled away.

"Mu... Mu Cong'an, I feel a little uncomfortable... Please let me go first..." Mo Mo was so anxious that his voice was almost crying.

Mu Congan was stunned and said, "Sorry."

After saying that, he grabbed Mo Mo's hands with one hand, pressed down Mo Mo's leg that wanted to do something bad with one of his legs, and took the stuck leg of Mo Mo with the other hand. He came down and placed it next to his legs. After placing it, he took his legs off Mo Mo's legs.

Although the current posture was no longer uncomfortable, Mo Mo felt even more ashamed.

Now one of Mu Cong'an's hands is holding his own two hands, and his legs are spread apart and placed on both sides of Mu Cong'an.

Although the legs seemed to be free, they didn't use any strength at all.

Mo Mo wanted to cry even more. How did this develop into this? What happened.