[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

"Otherwise?" Mo Yihuan defended almost urgently: "Let me tell you, why does he treat me like I don't care at all! He treats me like a plaything, I'm still happy, so when he finds my sister , I can run away!"

Song Zheji said: "Where do you want to run?"

"I..." Mo Yihuan was at a loss for words, and he blinked: "You don't care, I want to go wherever I want, anyway, anyway, no one cares about me, I am happy to be alone!"

Although he said so, he couldn't help feeling bitter.The country of Mo was destroyed, his sister's whereabouts were unknown, and Ji Yue just treated him as a plaything... To end up in such a tragic end with no one to rely on, he somewhat understood Mo Yihuan's mood of committing suicide in the original book.

After all, this feeling of helplessness and despair...is really uncomfortable.

Song Zheji looked at the young man in front of him.I saw his small face wrinkled in frustration, the corners of his eyes were red and moist, but he still pretended to be brave.His light-colored pupils moved, and he said softly: "Mr. Mo, why don't you go back to Song Kingdom with me."

"Ah?" Mo Yihuan didn't hear clearly: "What did you just say?"

Song Zheji smiled: "It's nothing."

Mo Yihuan reached out to pick up a jug of wine, and poured himself another full glass.Song Zheji didn't stop him this time, picked up the jar and filled it up for himself, and said, "Mr. Mo, come, I'll drink with you!"

Mo Yihuan and Song Zheji touched the wine cups, then raised their heads and drank them all in one gulp.After a few cups, Mo Yihuan had already started to feel dizzy, his face was hot and feverish, and Song Zheji's face in front of him gradually became blurred.

"Hi'er, it's not good, it's too spicy!" Mo Yihuan poured himself another full cup.His mind was not clear anymore, he hiccupped and muttered softly: "Brother Song, why do you like to drink this kind of thing..."

Song Zheji shook his head helplessly and smiled, reaching out his hand to snatch the wine glass from Mo Yihuan's hand: "Then why are you being so brave!"

Mo Yihuan put the wine glass into his arms like a baby, not letting him snatch it.He yelled: "I want to drink it!" He smacked his lips as he said that, as if thinking of something, he laughed foolishly: "By the way, Ji Yue gave me twenty jugs of wine, and I will give you whatever you like. you!"

Song Zheji's expression froze: "It's better not to call His Majesty by his first name..."

"I'll just say it! Ji Yue... Hiccup, he's a dog man! Smelly rascal!" When Ji Yue was mentioned, Mo Yihuan felt uncomfortable again.He forcibly suppressed the sour feeling in his heart, and shouted angrily: "He plays hooligans to me every day, if he dares next time, I, I will call the police and arrest him..."

Song Zheji: "...Mr. Mo, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I can still drink!" Mo Yihuan supported the table, trying to prop up his body to open a new jar of wine. He was already dizzy from drinking, his feet were weak, his body was crooked, almost Sitting on the ground with one buttocks.

Song Zheji stepped forward quickly, quickly grasping his waist with one hand: "Young master, be careful!"

"Yeah—" Mo Yihuan choked in her throat with an exclamation.

Song Zheji lowered his head, and saw the boy in his arms staring at him stupidly.Although the young man's face was full of scars, his amber eyes were extremely clear.I don't know if he was choked by the wine, the end of his eyes was red, the eyes were misty, and his eyes were blurred and ignorant.

Song Zheji's breathing tightened, and he comforted softly with his lips parted: "...Mr. Mo, don't be sad."

"I'm not sad!" Mo Yihuan retorted subconsciously, opened her mouth, and her small face fell down again: "I just feel sad, I, I can't help it..."

Song Zheji seemed to see through his mind.There was a comforting smile on the corner of his lips, and he said softly: "Mr. Mo, no matter what, you still have me as a friend."

There was an elegant fragrance on Song Zheji's body, and I couldn't tell what it was, but it smelled very good, and it made people feel inexplicably at ease.The man's arms were dry and warm, Mo Yihuan was drowsy from drinking, he only regarded the man in his arms as a big pillow, and instinctively rubbed against Song Zheji's arms.

Song Zheji's body froze, and he said, "Mr. Mo..." But he didn't continue, he sighed helplessly, and let the young man rub against his chest like a cat.

Mo Yihuan thought in a daze, he didn't know how anxious his parents should be when he disappeared for so long... Thinking of this, his nose got sour, and tears fell down his face.

Song Zheji was stunned: "What's the matter, why are you crying?"

Mo Yihuan's eyes were full of tears: "I want to go home, I miss my parents..."

"Home?" Song Zheji was startled for a while, and then he looked a little disappointed.His eyes darkened, and he smiled and said: "...will go back."

The young man flattened his mouth: "Just lie to me! You don't even know where my home is..."

Song Zheji repeated again: "Trust me, I will go back."

His voice is warm and clear, and it seems to have a soothing power.Mo Yihuan also stopped making trouble, he obediently said "um", sniffed, and casually pulled Song Zheji's snow-white skirt embroidered with cloud patterns and gold, and wiped his face.

Song Zheji didn't speak any more. He stretched out his hand and gently patted the young man's back until his sobbing gradually subsided, and then he said, "It's getting late, Mr. Mo should go back, right?"

"No!" Mo Yihuan's face was still buried in his arms, her voice sounded muffled.

"But..." Song Zheji was about to say something more, when the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and Chunhua rushed in quickly, and shouted: "Brother Mo——"

The sound stopped abruptly.Chunhua stared at the scene in front of him, stunned for a while, opened his mouth wide and stared at him and said, "You, you... what are you doing?"

Song Zheji said nonchalantly, "Mr. Mo is drunk, and please ask the girl to send him back to the bedroom."

"Oh, oh yes!" Chunhua blinked and replied in a daze.She took a step forward, and said to Mo Yihuan who was still in Song Zheji's arms, "Brother Mo, it's time to go, His Majesty should go back to the West Palace at this point!"

As soon as the word "Your Majesty" was mentioned, Mo Yihuan's face immediately turned dark, and he shouted: "Don't return! Let him die..."

Song Zheji quickly covered his mouth with his hand: "Mr. Mo, be careful!"

Mo Yihuan fiercely opened his mouth to bite, but Song Zheji quickly withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.Mo Yihuan pouted angrily: "Anyway, I won't go back, I don't want to see him!"

Song Zheji had a helpless look on his face, he and Chunhua looked at each other, and said hesitantly: "Mr. Mo is inconvenient to walk, can you bother the girl..."

With an expression of "I understand", Chunhua took Mo Yihuan back from Song Zheji's arms, and hugged him effortlessly in his arms, letting the young man in his arms struggle with punches and kicks, without changing his face, he said: "Then Mr. Song, the slaves will leave first!"

Song Zheji: "... I'm tired of the girl."

Chunhua carried Princess Mo Yihuan all the way back to the West Palace, looked left and right to see if there was no one, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, His Majesty hasn't come yet!" She carefully placed the boy in her arms on the bed: " Brother Mo, I’ll go to the imperial dining room and get you some hangover soup..."

No one answered, and after a closer look, the boy drooped his head, closed his eyes, and snored lightly, already asleep.Chunhua sighed, covered him with the quilt neatly, and tiptoed out.

He didn't know how long he had slept, and Mo Yihuan felt someone touching his face in a daze.

He grumbled dissatisfiedly, and was about to turn over and continue to sleep.All I heard was a familiar voice above my head: "Huan'er, have you ever cried?"