Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

late at night.

The waning moon hung in the sky, very bright and bright.

In an open space in Chengwu Village, Mo Tianyu was dressed in black, blending in with the night.

Looking at the sky with slightly drunk eyes, Mo Tianyu poured himself a sip of wine.

The breeze was slightly cool, and the mellow wine aroma wafted in the air.

"You brat is drinking again!" Uncle Li's voice came from behind.

Mo Tianyu squinted his eyes, did not answer, and continued to drink wine one by one.

Uncle Li came over and sat down beside him, looked sideways at the way he was drinking to relieve his worries, and sighed.

"After the village owner left for five days, you drank it for five days. If you continue like this, your body will collapse."

Swallowing the spirits in his mouth, Mo Tianyu shook his head, slightly drunk, "I'm fine."

Seeing this, Uncle Li sighed, feeling a little helpless and worried, "I've already seen that you like the village owner, but it's just..."

"If you had expressed your intentions earlier, there might have been a chance, but you never said it. It's understandable that the Zhaizhu would like someone else."

Mo Tianyu pursed his lips tightly and did not speak. After a while, he poured himself a sip of wine.

Uncle Li didn't continue talking, he reached out and took a jar of wine next to him, and touched the jar with Mo Tianyu.

"Today, the old man will accompany you to have a good drink. After sobering up, I will forget all this."

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Late at night, the midnight wind is particularly gentle.

The drunk Mo Tianyu staggered to his room, leaning against the wall.

Those deep eyes were full of alcohol, a little misty, and squinted slightly.

His eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see very clearly in the middle of the night.

When he suddenly reached the end of the wall, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

A very light, very light fragrance wafted into the nose, and it smelled very reassuring.

The jug in his hand had already fallen to the ground, the wine splashed out, and the rich aroma of wine wafted into the air.

Mo Tianyu, whose mind was drowsy, subconsciously wanted to absorb the warmth, and hugged the man's slender waist tightly in his arms.

Ning Ping, who was hugged tightly by Mo Tianyu, pushed him and frowned, "Don't be the boss, don't be the boss? Please let go of the little one, don't be the boss?"

After Shen Wanqing left, Zhaizi changed according to her instructions, and they all kept themselves in the line of bandits, and Mo Tianyu became the head of Zhaizi today.

Mo Tianyu, who was pushed by Ning Ping, frowned in dissatisfaction, buried his head in his neck, and whispered, "Don't make trouble."

Ning Ping frowned inexplicably, and then when he felt Mo Tianyu's hot breath hitting his neck, his whole body shuddered.

He was in a hurry to push Mo Tianyu away with all his strength, but Mo Tianyu was pushed away unexpectedly, and his back hit the wall.

When Mo Tianyu was confused and dissatisfied and raised his eyes to look at him, Ning Yu said to Mo Tianyu with a strange face: "Mo, I will call someone to help you, I will leave first."

After speaking, Ning Yu turned around and was about to leave.

This Mo is drunk, doesn't he take him as a woman?

But just as he took a step, his waist was slammed into his arms.

The man's broad chest pressed against Ning Ping's back, and then he felt a drunken man wrap his arms around his waist from behind and bury him in his neck.

Breathing hot, he murmured, "Don't go."

Ning Ping froze and resisted, "Don't be the boss, you can see clearly, I'm a man!"

After repeating this several times, a drunkard behind him seemed to have listened, and the strength of his arms around his waist was a little weaker.