Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Feng Yi took a cold shower for half an hour.

After coming out refreshingly, when I saw the petite person with the quilt on the bed, some kind of impulsive fire in his body began to move around again.

"Damn it."

Feng Yi gritted his teeth and cursed, and finally went to bed with him.

A dreamy night passed.

When Mo An woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and Feng Yi had already gone to work.

Opening his eyes to look at the unfamiliar environment, Mo An's mind turned a few times before he recognized that this was Feng Yi's room.

"Why am I here?"

Sitting up with a headache, Mo An looked around and made sure that this was really not her own bedroom.

"What happened last night?"

Mo An rubbed his temples, his head bursting like pain.

I can't remember what happened the previous night.

"I was drunk in the end?" Mo An muttered to himself with his eyes, "Is this the legendary drink piece?"

Thinking about what might happen when drunk.

Mo An's eyes suddenly widened, thinking of something special.

She quickly looked down at her body.

The clothes were still worn on the body honestly, and they were not stripped naked, and the whole body was covered with hickeys.

"Moan, ah, Moan, you really treat a gentleman's belly like a villain. Brother Yi is a good man and not a bad man outside. How can you think of him so dark? It shouldn't be."

Mo An still muttered to himself and spit on himself, getting up and getting out of bed while spitting.

"Brother Yi? Brother Yi, Brother Yi."

In the masculine bedroom, Mo An called out several times.

She also took a look at the bathroom with the open door, and then left after making sure that the owner of the bedroom was not in the room.

When she rubbed her messy shoulder-length hair and opened the door.

This unusual scene was hit by another person.

"Mo An, why are you like this?"

Selena came to see Mo An. She knocked at the door of Mo An's room. After knocking for a while, no one came to open the door.

Just about to leave, I saw Mo An walk out of Feng Yi's room.

Moreover, she still wore messy hair and looked exhausted, as if she had stayed up all night without sleeping.

"Sister Serena, I had a drink last night and I was drunk."

Mo An moved vacantly towards Serena, and leaned on her as he approached.

"Drunk? Who are you drinking with? Brother Yi? Why did he make you drink?"

Serena hugged Mo An, who was weak and weak, with a strange smell on her body, and a series of questions popped up in her mind.

"Well, to celebrate the smooth relationship between you and Brother Yaquan, I drank too much when I was happy."

Mo An lay on Serena's shoulders, muttering without opening his eyes.

"I will help you back to the room first."

Serena held Mo An in a half hug and half drag and drove her back to her own room.

After the delivery, Serena remembered: "You slept in Brother Yi's room last night."

"Ok."

Mo An didn't know if it was the mess of the brain that hadn't returned to normal, or something else, she didn't think it was wrong.

"..."

Serena took a few more glances at her, and carefully glanced up and down a few times. After finding no abnormalities, she stopped talking.

"You go to sleep again, I'll make you sober up."

Serena put Mo Anfu on the bed.

She supported her injured leg and tossed forward and backward for more than half an hour before Mo An became a little normal.

"Mo An, you slept with Brother Yi last night?"

Serena asked again.