Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 107. This time, Nan Wan was carried into the bedroom.

Chapter 107: 107. This time, Nan Wan was carried into the bedroom.

"Driving, not drinking."

Huo Yihan rolled his eyes and changed his target, "Then, sister-in-law, shall I toast you?"

This sudden "sister-in-law" made Nan Wan’s arm break out in goosebumps, with a tendency to spread elsewhere.

Looking up, she happened to fall into the deep eyes of the man opposite.

He had such a cold and distant personality, yet he was friends with Huo Yihan, which was quite unexpected.

She shifted her gaze, letting it fall on the small bowl in front of her. Her fair fingers pinched the end of the spoon, slowly stirring the soup in the bowl, "Daytime, no alcohol."

Huo Yihan felt like he had been stabbed twice in the heart, as if carrying a brazier into a small pond, the flames went out with a hiss.

These two people were simply too boring; luckily, they found each other as a pair, and wouldn’t die lonely.

He let his crossed long legs down, resting an arm over Xu Moyi’s shoulder, and asked expressionlessly, "Then, brother, shall we have a drink?"

Xu Moyi put down his chopsticks, his face equally cold, "Make it two."

The atmosphere later during the meal, how to describe it.....

Visually, they sat at the same table, but it seemed like two completely different seasons.

Xu Moyi kept glancing over every now and then, occasionally meeting Mu Jin Huan’s gaze. He opened his mouth, but no words could come out.

So he lowered his head, using his chopsticks to pick up whatever and stuffed it in his mouth, even swallowing the ginger slices he hated the most with gritted teeth.

Meanwhile, Huo Yihan didn’t mind his hangover from the previous night, drinking one cup after another, unusually silent, with the roguish smile gone from his handsome face, eyes cast down, pondering something unknown.

Mu Jin Huan and Nan Wan were as usual, as if the other two did not exist.

"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow."

Nan Wan responded with a low "oh," then added four more words, "Safe travels."

Mu Jin Huan put down his tea cup, placing some of the vegetables she often ate onto the plate in front of her, "The driver is for you, after work, move the important things to the North Shore Villa."

Nan Wan paused her movements, then smiled gently, "No rush, right?"

Mu Jin Huan’s handsome face showed no excess emotion, always calm, his thin lips moved slightly, "Long nights bring many dreams."

The fresh scent of green tea was overpowered by the rich aroma of alcohol. Even though she hadn’t touched the wine, Nan Wan felt a bit dizzy.

"Then I’ll go back tonight and start packing."

After she said this, she felt two gazes fall on her face.

She grabbed a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth, then raised her hand to tuck stray hair behind her ear.

Leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her palm, her delicate eyebrows slightly curved into a faint smile, "There’s not much stuff; I can pack tomorrow after work."

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After leaving the restaurant, Xu Moyi and Huo Yihan walked behind.

Watching the two of them get in the car, Huo Yihan stuffed his hands in his pockets, and elbowed the person beside him lightly, sneering, "In the future, we could consider ourselves distant relatives."

Xu Moyi twitched his lips, giving him an annoyed sidelong glance, "Who’s related to you?"

Huo Yihan stretched his long legs, walking nonchalantly behind her, "Hey, someone might be thinking of taking a taxi back by themselves."

Upon hearing this, Xu Moyi halted in her steps.

Huo Yihan curled his lips, leaning down to whisper in her ear, deliberately elongating his tone, "That’s right, someone without money or a cell phone can only use their legs to walk home, tsk tsk tsk, on such a cold day..."

Xu Moyi swiftly grabbed his arm, a smile blossoming on her face, "Brother Huo, this little girl was wrong, please don’t take it to heart..."

Pretending to shove aside the octopus-like woman, he exuded an air of noble indifference, "Who are you, I don’t know you, stay to the side."

The driver saw them approaching and promptly got out of the car, opening the backseat door in advance.

Seizing the opportunity, Xu Moyi tried to climb in, but just as her foot went inside, a large hand grabbed her neck and pulled her back.

Closing her eyes, she pinched her thigh forcefully, laughing until tears were about to fall, "My sister married your best brother, we’re kind of related now aren’t we?"

Huo Yihan, satisfied, pinched her cheek, remaining aloof, "You yelled at me earlier, watch it in the future."

Xu Moyi’s face was cold, "Oh."

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This was Nan Wan’s second time at the North Shore Villa.

The last time, she was thrown onto the sofa, but this time, she was carried into the bedroom.

Why was there such a difference in treatment?

Because when getting out of the car, she unfortunately twisted her ankle.

The bedroom’s style was minimalist black and white, like the living room downstairs, with no superfluous decorations, but everything that was there exuded low-key luxury and elegance.

Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating halos of light, making the whole room brightly lit.

From her gaze, all she could see was his short black hair, her ankle held in his hand and being kneaded, tickling slightly.

Mu Jin Huan stopped his movement, raised his eyes, a slight frown on his sharp brows, his voice low, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Nan Wan pulled her foot back, retreating her body a little, bit her lip, and softly asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Mu Jin Huan stood up, his thin lips curving into a slight smile, speaking slowly, "Thinking that with a twisted ankle, I wouldn’t touch you?"

Her vision landed on his long legs, still clad in black leather shoes.

His gaze was so sharp, as if he had already seen through her.

"You think of me like that."

A few seconds later, a cold voice sounded above her head, "Perhaps I’m too pessimistic, always assuming the worst."

Nan Wan, who had been massaging her ankle, froze.

Every relationship starts with a hope for a warm conclusion.

Their marriage didn’t begin terribly, so what would it turn into in the end?

Not until she heard the sound of water from the bathroom did she come back to her senses, letting her body fall back, sinking into the soft bedding.

He was washing his hands, with the bathroom door left open.

The fragrance of hand soap mixed with the crisp scent of the bedding, lingering in the air, persistently filling her nostrils.

"Next door is the dressing room, there are clothes for you to wear inside."

Nan Wan sat up, nodding slightly.

Mu Jin Huan’s eyes fell on her delicate face, his voice low and deep, "I’m going to the company, I might get back late tonight."

Nan Wan’s feet touched the cold floor, palms bracing against the bed, her eyes lowered, fixing her gaze gently on a corner, "Okay, I got it."

After she spoke, the person in front of her stayed silent for a long time, without any further action or words.