villain time hunter

Chapter 504 I only hope that the king's heart is like mine (22)

"do not move."

Feeling the restlessness in his arms, Zhuo Lin hugged him even tighter.

"Zhuo Lin, what on earth do you want!"

Mo Yuheng let out a low growl, he felt that he was about to be strangled to death by this man.

He tried hard to break away Zhuo Lin's hand, but for some reason, the man's strength was as strong as a cow.

He broke up for a long time, but the other party didn't respond at all, and he was still half dead from exhaustion.

"you."

Zhuo Lin smiled at him.

It's just that the blurred eyes and this smile look a little silly.

"What?" Mo Yuheng stared sideways at him, a little unresponsive.

Zhuo Lin's chin rested on his shoulder, and his head moved slightly forward.

Naughty breathed into his ear, "You just asked me what I wanted to do. I. I answered."

Mo Yuheng turned his mind and recalled the conversation just now.

"Zhuo Lin!!" Mo Yuheng glared at him red-faced.

After understanding what Zhuo Lin wanted to express, his body couldn't help but froze.

Even the touch from the waist was infinitely magnified by his words.

"Huh? I'm here."

Zhuo Lin held his hand and stroked his fingertips gently, his movements were very ambiguous.

"You lunatic!"

His eyes dodged a little, but there was a layer of secret joy in his heart.

At this moment, he was very selfish and wanted time to stop.

He was afraid that when Zhuo Lin sobered up, what happened tonight would burst like a bubble.

"You scold me?"

Zhuo Lin pinched the flesh around his waist, and his tone was a little dangerous.

"No." Mo Yuheng faltered at once, his voice was like a mosquito.

suddenly.

There was a sound of glass colliding.

Mo Yuheng was attracted by this movement, he searched for the source of the sound and looked over.

I saw Gong Yao and Shu Cheng sitting opposite them looking at him with interest.

Mo Yuheng's face and neck were so red that he couldn't bear it, and he wished he could bury his head in the ground.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and tried to cover up his explanation: "Zhuolin. Zhuolin is drunk."

Shu Cheng smiled clearly, "Why don't you come here first today?"

Just as Mo Yuheng was about to speak, Zhuo Lin beside him snatched him away, "Amo, go to my house."

Mo Yuheng: "."

Why did he want to hit someone?

Can this kind of words be said in front of so many people?
No shame!
"Don't be late for work tomorrow." Gong Yao gave Zhuo Lin a flat look.

Anyway, they got along for a while, Zhuo Lin knew better than anyone else whether he was drunk or not.

"Let's go first, you guys. Feel free."

Before the two could react, Gong Yao took Shu Cheng's hand and left from here.

The sofa opposite was immediately vacant.

Only the crooked wine bottle on the table proved that someone had just been there.

For a while, neither Mo Yuheng nor Zhuo Lin spoke.

But they still kept that posture close together.

The colored lights hit them from time to time, and they only stayed for a while before leaving.

The sound of music downstairs also gradually amplified as time passed.

Zhuo Lin was not used to this kind of noise, so he frowned and asked, "Are we still leaving?"

Mo Yuheng sighed softly, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

He patted Zhuo Lin's arm angrily, motioning him to let go.

Zhuo Lin was obedient this time, but the hands wrapped around his waist were instead supported on his shoulders.

That posture, as if he was afraid that he would run away suddenly.

(End of this chapter)