One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

"Miss, we're here." The driver had to go back to pick up Zhuang's father, so he woke Ling Qiong outside the gate of the Zhuang's house.

Ling Qiong got up in a daze, scratched her head, and pushed open the car door to get out.

Ling Qiong stood outside the door, letting the cold wind blow for a while.

She turned her head to look at the next door, raised her foot to go there, stopped after taking two steps, and ran back home.

Ling Qiong went back to the room first and changed into a suspender dress, then pulled out the private wine that Zhuang Fu hid, and took several gulps.

Ling Qiong stood in front of the mirror, brushed her hair and clothes a few times, made sure there was nothing wrong, and went downstairs to the next door.

After standing at the door, he took off his high-heeled shoes and held them in his hands. After brewing his emotions for a while, he raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

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Mu Dongling wasn't asleep yet, but there were servants at home, and he didn't care if someone rang the doorbell.

The servant hurried over after a while, "Master, it's Miss Zhuang next door."

The servant knew that the master hated the neighbor next door, and the young master didn't have a good relationship with that Miss Zhuang, so she didn't dare to open the door.

Mu Dongling raised his eyes: "What is she here for?"

The servant was at a loss, unable to answer Mu Dongling's question.

Mu Dongling was silent for a few seconds, "I see, you go and rest."

The servant thoughtfully returned to the room, but Mu Dongling didn't move.

The doorbell rang every once in a while, as if no one would leave unless the door was opened.

Mu Dongling could no longer use a wheelchair for the past two days, so he got up and went out, and went to the gate to open it himself.

"Miss Zhuang, you in the middle of the night..."

Before Mu Dongling finished speaking, the people outside turned upside down.

Although Mu Dongling could walk as usual, his body couldn't react quickly, so he couldn't avoid people from outside pouring in.

The little girl's delicate body was limp in his arms, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to support her, preventing her from slipping to the ground.

The strong smell of alcohol floated over the tip of Mu Dongling's nose in an instant.

Already drunk?

"Zhuang Mianmian?"

"ah."

"Drunk?"

"without."

"who I am?"

"Hmm..." The little girl hooked his neck, looked up at him, recognized who was in front of her, and mumbled: "Mu...Mu brother, my Mu brother."

The delicate and soft voice is full of drunkenness, draws out the tune, and the ending is as attractive as a kitten.

Mu Dongling's heart was constricted by those last few words.

Mu Dongling suppressed the weirdness, "How much did you drink?"

The little girl stretched out her hand and made a gesture, "A cup."

Mu Dongling: "..."

How big is this cup? Drunk like this!

Mu Dongling tore her off her body: "You stand still for me."

The little girl had no strength, she was sticking to him as if she had no bones, and she said aggrievedly: "Brother Mu...don't push me, I feel bad."

Mu Dongling felt that the wound was a little painful, so he didn't dare to pull it hard, and said, "I'll take you back."

After drinking like this, Mu Dongling can't just ignore her.

"No...not going home." Lingqiong shook her head, her cheek pressed against the crest of her neck, "I will...be scolded. My mother...my mother hates us drinking, hiccup...I don't want to be scolded, don't let I go home."

Mu Dongling was funny and angry: "You know you will be scolded, but you still drink so much?"

"I'm sad."

"What are you sad about?"

"Brother Mu ignores me." Ling Qiong turned around in his arms, wrapped his hands around his neck, and leaned against him face to face: "Why are you ignoring me?"

The little girl wore a suspender dress, with a large area of ​​skin exposed in the night, and if she moved a little, countless scenes would leak out.

She raised her head, her neck stretched out in a beautiful curve.

The delicate and delicate face was flushed with blush, and the delicate lips were slightly opened and closed, as if they were blooming in the night, stained with night dew, making people want to kiss and kiss.

She looked at him with wet eyes, wronged and pitiful.

Mu Dongling's breathing froze for a few seconds, avoiding her gaze, "You're drunk, I'll take you back."

Obviously she lost her temper first.

Is he ignoring her now?

"I won't go back..." Ling Qiong hugged him tightly and muttered softly, "I want to stay with Brother Mu."

"Zhuang Mianmian, do you know what you're talking about?" Mu Dongling had a headache, and the softness in his arms was like a ball of fire.

"I'm not drunk, I'm sober."

"..." Drunk people generally don't feel that they are drunk.

Ling Qiong refused to go back to the dealer's house no matter what, Mu Dongling's physical condition did not allow her to be carried back directly.

Chatting at the door at night, in case someone passes by and sees... how decent!

In the end, Mu Dongling could only bring her back inside.

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Mu Dongling helped Ling Qiong go in, the little girl was soft in his arms, and she was a little out of breath with her hands wrapped around him.

So much strength when drunk...

Mu Dongling put her on the sofa, but Lingqiong didn't let go, and he couldn't get up, the two tugged back and forth a few times, and finally he was forced to sit on the sofa.

"Release." Mu Dongling's face darkened.

"No……"

Ling Qiong was in his arms, rubbing against his neck like a small animal.

The scorching breath swept across the skin, causing waves of numbness.

The numbness spread from the ears to the back of the spine, and finally spread to the whole body, including the numbness of the fingertips.

"It hurts..." Ling Qiong frowned, "Brother Mu, you hurt me."

Mu Dongling came back to his senses, and let go of Lingqiong's wrist.

He looked at the pretty little girl who was close at hand, and felt as if something was colliding in his heart.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Mu Dongling tried to push her away, but it didn't work.

After pulling away her arms, her legs were entangled again.

The two chattered for a long time, and in the end Mu Dongling's whole body was pressed down by her, and she knelt on him, lying in his arms.

Mu Dongling gritted his teeth: "Zhuang Mianmian, get down for me."

"why?"

"A man and a woman can't kiss each other."

"Oh." Ling Qiong rubbed his face against him, and said vaguely, "Brother Mu treats me like a boy."

"..."

very good.

It's not something normal people can say.

The little girl suddenly stretched out her finger again, pressed it against his lips, moved her head closer, and said mysteriously: "Don't let people see it, just...no one will know."

Mu Dongling pulled her hand away.

The little girl didn't seem to like being restrained, she wrinkled her face and broke away from his hand, pressing her fingers up again.

Rubbing his lips with her fingertips, as if she had found a fun toy, she began to trace the shape of his lips.

The pampered young lady's fingers were soft, and every inch of her skin that she rubbed was stained with the burning heat of her body.

Mu Dongling didn't make a sound, and didn't stop him, looking at her with unclear meaning.

Ling Qiong tilted her head to look at him, tapped his lips with her fingertips, and after a while, suddenly reached out to cover them.

Mu Dongling didn't expect her to make such a sudden movement, and he almost lost his breath.

"Brother Mu speaks very annoyingly."

After saying this, she withdrew her hand and shrank into his arms, feeling wronged all over her body.

"I want brother Mu to coax me."

Mu Dongling raised his hand to wipe off the warmth from his lips, reminding himself that she was drunk, so don't be fussy with her.

"Why should I coax you."

——Every krypton is empty——

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