Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan felt the temperature around her suddenly become cold. She rubbed her arms and swayed to the place where the water just came out of the ‘faucet’.

She stretched out her little hand and muttered in a daze, "Hey, isn't it an automatic induction? Why is there no water?"

Mo Chiwei's Qingjun face was extremely gloomy. He looked down and saw a pair of white and tender little hands reaching him, his eyebrows jumped.

How much wine did this woman drink?

Tightening his thin lips like a sharp blade, he just pulled on the trouser chain, but she suddenly shook it.

"Do you know what you are doing?" The hard jaw tightened to the extreme.

Tang Xinyan's thick black curled long eyelashes trembled, and her small face leaned towards there curiously.

Is this faucet too weird?

It can grow as big as a balloon.

But it's hot!

"Does the faucet also have a fever?"

When she spoke, the breath between his lips and nose came over, his face getting worse and colder.

Is she really stupid or pretending to be stupid?

Tang Xinyan didn't notice the danger, so she poked with her fingers like a curious baby.

Mo Chiwei cursed, as he was about to throw Tang Xinyan's hand away, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man stood at the door holding his stomach and was shocked when he saw the scene inside.

"Are you... too crazy?" The man wanted to see what the woman to the man looked like, but the man who was carrying him turned his head, the dark and narrow eyes on his handsome face were like ice ridges. Cold, he gave a cold cry, "Get out!"

The middle-aged man was shocked by Mo Chiwei's cold and powerful aura. He didn't dare to take a step forward. He quickly turned around and ran away as if to escape.

Tang Xinyan was still studying the strange faucet, and when she heard the cold voice, she blinked in a daze.

The line of sight, slowly moved up.

Mo Chiwei flicked away her hand, and sternly locked the place where she had made a reaction into his pants.

"What did I tell you? I told you not to come to provoke me again, don't you remember?" He stared at her coldly, the last word with infinite danger.

Tang Xinyan's eyes fell on the man's face.

Is she dazzled or is she hallucinating?

How did she, seem, see a man?

Moreover, he is still a pretty good-looking man, with a very good-looking silhouette, thick black eyebrows, deep black eyes, a tall nose, and **** thin lips, like a carefully carved artwork by a master craftsman.

Faced with his narrow eyes that were as deep and cold as a whirlpool, she smiled enchantingly, "Handsome man, why are you running to the women's bathroom?"

The light fell on Mo Chiwei’s sculpted handsome face, and his delicate facial features became more three-dimensional. He pressed his thin lips tightly, and his dark eyes stared at the drunk little woman coldly, "Who made you drink so much alcohol? of?"

If she met other men, would it be the same?

Thinking of such a scene, Mo Chiwei's face was completely cold.

It looks like a storm is coming.

Tang Xinyan tilted her head and was drunk, "Because I saw my husband and my titular sister! They all said that I was drunk and relieved my sorrows. Only when I am drunk will I forget the pain I have been buried in my heart. Right!

Forget it, I don't want to mention that scumbag again, handsome guy, you haven't answered me yet, why did you come to the women's bathroom? "

Without waiting for Mo Chiwei's answer, she chuckled again, her eyes fascinated and charming, "You won't be looking at me with a beautiful face, a beautiful country, a blossoming flower, and a love of each other. What color-heart do you have?"