Muqinghe took a pair of new slippers in his hand and gently walked to the sofa. He watched Jiang Xiaoyu's drunken eyes and mouth raise a gentle smile and reached out to help her take off her leisure shoes.

"Why don't you eat or drink?" Her discontented murmurs.

"Here we go." Muqing River didn't care about her, but it was very lovely to see her in a hegemonic and unreasonable way.

Take out cocktails and beer from the refrigerator and put them on the tea table in front of the sofa. As soon as Jiang Xiaoyu saw that there was wine to drink, he immediately popped up a bottle and...