Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 120 - 115. He wants her to be sober, sober enough to say she is willing.

Chapter 120: 115. He wants her to be sober, sober enough to say she is willing.

Even though the big boss has a strong presence, sister isn’t weak either.

Brother Nan Ze, who has been so cold and abstinent for many years, turned into a doting husband after marriage. Showcasing his affection both in public and private as if he’s completely lost his mind.

Huo Yihan looked at Xu Moyi with disdain, waving his index finger in front of her, "I bet Doctor Nan will be tamed by Mu Huan."

With his experience of roaming among flowers, as long as the technique is right, even the fiercest woman can turn into a soft spring breeze.

That Nan Wan may wear a thousand faces, but in reality, she’s just a woman who lacks a sense of security; sooner or later she will put away her spikes.

Shen Zhimei put down her wine glass, her voice light, "Then I bet... it’ll be a match of equals."

Huo Yihan dismissively jutted his chin towards Mo Yi, "If I lose, I’ll cover all your wedding expenses in the future."

Xu Mo Yi made the same expression towards Shen Zhimei, "If I lose, I’ll never compete with you for favor again."

Shen Zhimei stood up, picked up the bag next to her and hung it over her shoulder, winking at Huo Yihan, "If I lose, I’ll give you the Moyu baby."

Some people pretend to be clueless, others are genuinely clueless.

Isn’t this the way secret love looks?

After saying this, she pinched Xu Mo Yi’s cheek, and left the battlefield wisely before the other person pounced on her.

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When Aunt Zhou opened the door, she caught a faint whiff of alcohol.

The two were standing together, and she wasn’t sure who it was coming from.

She placed their slippers neatly and freed up the space in the entranceway.

Zhao Ying cleared her throat, her gaze landing on that chiseled handsome face, she asked softly, "Sir, Madam, would you like me to prepare a night snack?"

Nan Wan didn’t speak, leaning against the man for support.

Mu Jin Huan pulled the woman’s soft body into his arms, his unwavering eyes swept over Zhao Ying who was standing to the side, and said calmly, "We drank some wine, and my head hurts a bit. Please trouble Aunt Zhou to bring up some sobering tea."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying’s face turned blue and then white, her hands clutched tighter in front of her.

Clearly she was the one who asked, yet he instructed Aunt Zhou instead.

Wasn’t this openly showing disdain for her?

Aunt Zhou didn’t think much of it, quickly responded with a "Alright."

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Her body fell onto the soft bedding, the dizziness from the spinning world hadn’t faded yet, and the next second, the man’s heavy body pressed down.

The alcohol in her body gradually fermented, her vision blurred and muddled, as if several faces were swirling before her eyes.

Nan Wan simply relaxed herself, an bright smile spreading across her delicate brows and eyes, with a drunken, charming look, "Mr. Mu, aren’t you being a bit oblivious, really breaking a little girl’s heart."

Her black long hair scattered like seaweed, a few strands sticking to her flushed lips.

Her soft voice, along with a smile as if steeped in honey.

Mu Jin Huan raised his hand to remove his tie, a slight curve on his thin lips, his voice hoarse, "Tell me, how was I oblivious?"

He had the whole night to deal with her, no rush.

Nan Wan blinked, shifted her body slightly under the pressure, "People care for you, and not only did you not appreciate it, but you also gave them a slap. That pitiful look, even I couldn’t bear it."

Something seemed to be poking at the bone on her back, very uncomfortable, her delicate brow furrowed.

Mu Jin Huan noticed the anomaly of the person beneath him and turned over.

Holding her by the arm, he pulled her up so she leaned against him, lifting the covers with the other hand.

Underneath the bedding was a tablet.

Picking it up, he tossed it onto the sofa, unchanged in expression, said, "In the dead of winter, she wore a suit of green; if she stood in the vegetable market, you wouldn’t be able to tell which was the scallion, and which was her, it’s hard for me to appreciate that."

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan burst into laughter, the more she thought about it, the more vividly accurate it seemed, until she finally collapsed on the bed laughing.

The laughter sounded like a breeze stirring the wind chimes hanging by the window, light and melodious.

Mu Jin Huan watched the person laughing into a ball, forgot to react.

Barton, having caught his owner’s scent, climbed out of his nest, trotting all the way to the master bedroom, squeezing through the not fully closed door.

Leaping, he lunged straight at Nan Wan.

Mu Jin Huan was initially startled, then reacted swiftly, pulling Nan Wan into his embrace.

Barton missed, his dog face looking very aggrieved, staring intently at Mu Jin Huan.

Nan Wan tilted her head, ending up colliding with the man’s jaw, instinctively raising her hand to soothe it, only to have him hold it down to stop her.

His handsome face expressionless, "Where did this thing come from?"