Chinese Rong Mo and Dashan helped Shang Mo to his room.

"Rong Shao, please get a towel." Dashan said as he helped Shang Mo take off his shoes.

Rong Mo entered the bathroom, wet the towel with hot water, and wanted to hand the towel to Dashan and ask Dashan to wipe Shangmo's face.

As a result, Dashan didn't pick it up, and retreated directly, Rong Mo frowned, this is for her to wipe:""

She was stunned for a moment, so she had to take a towel to help Shang Mo wipe her face.

Shang Mo really drank too much, and his headache was very bad, especially in his temples, as if he was being stabbed by something sharp, he took the hot towel from Rong Mo's hand, picked it up and covered it on his face.

The warmth came, and it was more comfortable.

After a while, he closed his eyes, took the towel away, and handed it to Rong Mo: "It's cold." ”..

Rong Mo reached out and took the towel, washed it with hot water again, unscrewed it and took it out for Shang Mo.

Shang Mo put the towel on his face again, and after he was comfortable, he was a little more sober, and when he opened his eyes, an evil thing in his eyes locked on Rong Mo's face.

Rong Mo inexplicably felt that such Shang Mo was like a poisonous poppy.

I never thought that a person would make such a big difference whether he wears glasses or not.

Shang Mo's thin white fingers covered the position of his temples, kneading them gently, and then twisting his eyebrows slightly, looking at Rong Mo who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

It seems that he wants Rong Mo to help him press it.

But Rong Mo sat still and didn't move.

His face was a little not good-looking, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at Dashan standing aside, his eyes were cold, Dashan was stunned for a moment, looked at Shang Mo with some surprise, looked at Rong Mo again, and then retreated silently.

Shang Mo closed his eyes, leaned on the bed, and casually handed the towel to Rong Mo.

Rong Mo got up only to find that Dashan had gone out, she was stunned for a moment, and then came back with a towel.

Covering his face with a towel again, Shang Mo turned his body around and lay directly on Rong Mo's lap.

Rong Mo's clear little face was full of consternation, and his slightly opened eyes were stunned, very dazed: ""

What does this mean?

How could he lie on her lap.

Rong Mo's body was uncontrollable, and he stiffened step by step, it was the first time he was so close to a man in his memory, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

"Headache!" Shang Mo frowned, and ordered in a cold voice: "Press." ”

Rong Mo sighed in his heart.

The drunk Shangmo is inexplicably like a child.

She was a little speechless and helpless, so she reached out and put it on his temple, and then pressed it gently.

The strength is moderate, slowly rubbing, extremely comfortable, Shang Mo's frowning brows slowly relaxed, his head doesn't hurt at this time, and his heart is also very comfortable, and the corners of his mouth under the towel hook a charming smile.

"Mr. Shang, you still don't drink so much wine in the future, grandma will be very worried when she finds out." Rong Mo didn't want the atmosphere to be too stiff, so he said casually, it was also Grandma Shang.

"Hmm."

She didn't expect to respond, she didn't want Shang Mo to respond softly, and Rong Mo was surprised for a moment.

"You like Chihiro." Suddenly, Shang Mo asked.

Rong Mo subconsciously stopped kneading the movement in her hand, she looked at Shang Mo in surprise and asked, "Why do you say that." ”

How could she possibly like Chihiro, she and Chihiro are both women.

Shang Mo didn't say anything more, his face was covered with a towel, and he couldn't tell what his expression was or what he was thinking.

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