C16 Stand Still and Watch Mo Lanxi

She had a big tongue, and her face was flushing. The red was burning hot.

Mu Yan Chen's gaze enveloped the top of her head. Lan Xi didn't dare to look at him, her long eyelashes drooping as if she had lost a battle.

After a while, an extremely cold voice came from the top of his head, "You don't need to report to me."

He didn't have any obligation to know what she was doing and how rebellious she was. Those matters had nothing to do with him, Mu Yanchen.

He turned around and walked into the room. His back was stern and cold.

Lan Xi licked her lips and supported herself against the wall with her small hands, bravely following him. Her high heels wobbled a bit, and with the alcohol burning in her stomach pouring out, she wanted to vomit, but she quickly covered her mouth, not daring to do so.

Unexpectedly, she lost her composure and bumped into his broad back.

Mu Yan Chen only felt a warm feeling on his back as the impact almost brought him down. His eyes were cold as he coldly stretched out his arms, grabbing her into his embrace with his strong arms.

Lan Xi was at a loss. He looked up at Lin Ming with a bit of fear in his eyes, and was about to apologize when he saw Mu Yan's eyebrows scrunch up. His large palm gripped Little Qiao's chin, and he bent his head down with a hint of cold anger.

Lan Xi was scared silly. He subconsciously drew back, but the back of his neck was gripped by another giant palm and pulled back with all of his strength!

She closed her eyes, her bloodless face twisting away.

However, Mu Yan Chen only lowered his eyes and took a whiff of the scent on her lips. He then slowly raised his eyes and asked coldly, "Have you drunk enough wine?"

Lan Xi's long eyelashes trembled as he opened them. He looked at the handsome face that was just inches away from him.

"It's still white wine. "Mu Lanxi, you're too good."

His voice dropped by several octaves, causing the air around him to feel slightly cold. It was slow and deep, making one's scalp tingle. Lan Xi bit her lips, her tiny eyebrows wincing in pain. She reached out to grab his shirt.

"Mu Yanchen …" I want to vomit … "

Her soft and gentle voice contained a trace of trembling helplessness as it tightly gripped onto his heart.

Mu Yan Chen's eyes flickered, his thin lips coldly pursing. Being so close to her, he could almost see her half wet and slightly trembling eyelashes, and her face that wasn't covered in makeup had a natural redness on it. Red, before she could scold her, she retched and fell softly into his arms.

Mu Yan Chen's face darkened.

But when he sensed that she could not spit at all, that her stomach was only convulsing against his shoulder, and that she was retching, his cold eyes softened a little, and he noticed then that he had been holding her waist so tightly that she could not go limp, and that her thin body was trembling slightly. His suit was wrinkled with small hands.

When Ji Yao came rushing over from the other side of the corridor, his eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene!

"You … "You …" In the end, she's just a high school girl who just crossed the threshold. Seeing this kind of situation, even though her hair would explode, she still wouldn't be able to really rush up and fight. "Let go of Lanxi, do you hear me? Don't try to do anything to her! Brawler! Brother! "Brother!"

Ji Yao shouted while jumping up and down.

After Mu Yan Chen settled the person in his embrace, he raised his cold eyes and swept them over Ji Yao.

At this moment, Ji Heng had already searched the two floors. Hearing Ji Yao's shout, he rushed up from the ground floor. His usually gentle and gentle expression became tense and stern. His handsome face flushed red as he suppressed his intense breathing and stood firmly on the spot.

"Let her go first. She looks very uncomfortable." Ji Heng coldly said, maintaining his grave elegance.

Mu Yan Chen was roughly clear on who these two people were, but he didn't care.

Lowering his eyes and pressing them to her ear, he slowly said in an indifferent and deep voice, "Stand still."

The person in his arms frowned, his head was covered with sweat, and he didn't know if his stomach was throbbing or in pain. He felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

Mu Yanchen's face darkened. After taking in a deep breath and exhausting all of his patience, he sternly said, "Mu Lanxi, stand up."

A pair of soft arms wrapped around his neck, burying themselves in the nape of his neck. Lan Xi bit his lips and spoke in a trembling voice that was covered in sweat. He said with a pitiful sobbing tone, "My stomach hurts …"

It was really painful. It hurt so much.

"Mu Yanchen …" "I miss my mother …" Her hoarse voice was accompanied by a drop of tears.