449 Chapter 449, Well-Dressed

Late at night, Lishuiwan Villa.

Hearing the sound, Aunt Zhou put on her clothes and got up in a hurry. As soon as she came out, she saw Xiao Yebai walking in with Mo Weiyi in her arms.

Mo Weiwei closed his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and he was tightly wrapped by the coat, except for a pair of white bare feet exposed under the hem of the coat.

"Master Xiao..."

As soon as he yelled, Xiao Yebai said, "Aunt Zhou, close the door."

"Yes." Aunt Zhou hurried over.

When she closed the door and turned around, the figure of the man had disappeared.

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Upstairs, Xiao Yebai put Mo Weiyi on the big bed, took out his coat and threw it on the sofa, his eyes fell on her pajamas.

Pink, bear print, or two-piece pant pajamas.

Mo Weiyi has never worn this type of pajamas before. Her pajamas are basically fluffy and comfortable nightdresses or nightgowns. The clothes set off her childish youthfulness.

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his hands.

Under the quiet orange light, Mo Weiwei closed his eyes, his delicate face was slightly wrinkled, he rubbed back and forth on the pillow, and muttered uncomfortably.

The slender fingers with well-defined bones pulled the quilt to cover her, and then brushed all the hair off her face, revealing a clean face without any makeup.

The redness on her cheeks seemed a little abnormal, but she had already smelled it when she was picked up just now, and the smell of alcohol was heavy.

There are still tears in the corners of the eyes that have not dried out, and the eyelashes are also wet.

He looked a little pitiful.

As if he had become conscious, Mo Weiyi called out in a low voice, "Xiaobai."

The blackness in the man's eyes instantly darkened, full of...

Seems like it's about to come out.

Mo Weiwei wrinkled her face in a daze, the quilt was pressed on both sides, making her feel a little uncomfortable, and she wriggled back and forth in the quilt.

Finally, she turned and fell asleep on her side again.

Xiao Yebai narrowed his black eyes again.

For some reason, the obscurity in the bottom of the eyes gradually rose and fermented, seeming displeased and mocking.

He directly reached out and turned her over, hugging her tightly as if obsessive-compulsive.

With a stretch of his hand, the bedside light was turned off.

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next morning.

Mo Weiyi woke up with a splitting headache.

The delicate black eyebrows were tightly tangled together, and she wanted to raise her hand, but felt a familiar warm touch.

When he opened his eyes, he was confronted with a handsome face that the man was all too familiar with.

He fell asleep with his eyes closed, wearing comfortable home clothes, looking handsome and sexy.

Mo Weiyi looked at him, his mind went blank for a moment.

She remembered that she went to drink by herself yesterday, and then she called Su Wanwan, and followed Su Wanwan back home, why is she lying on her own bed now? What happened?

There was a dull pain in my head.

Mo Weiwei closed his eyes, couldn't help letting out a wail, and pushed him harder with his hands, until the man finally woke up.

When he let go, she immediately got up, wrapped in the quilt and wanted to go down.

"do what?"

At the same time as the man's voice sounded, Mo Weiyi's hand was held again.

Mo Weiwei didn't even turn his head, and his voice became even colder, "Let go."

There was a momentary silence in the air.

Then, the big, well-articulated hand that belonged to a man let go.

Mo Weiyi walked to the closet wrapped in a quilt, found a nightgown and put it on, then walked towards the bathroom.

Not long after, there was a "swish" sound of water flowing inside.

Xiao Yebai sat there, was quiet for a moment, then got up.

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When Mo Weiwei came out after taking a shower, the man was already standing in front of the fitting mirror, well-dressed.

He is wearing a tie.

The dark shirt and trousers looked refined and meticulous, and the soft velvet sweater added a gentle atmosphere to him. There was no emotion between his clean eyebrows and eyes. When he saw her coming out, he just glanced at her and said, "Turn the table I drank the hangover tea on the table."

Mo Weiwei looked at the steaming teacup on the table, bit his mouth, "I won't drink it!"

The movement of the man's hands obviously paused, but his tone remained flat, "It's up to you."

Mo Weiwei looked at him instantly, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

She took a hot bath just now. Although her head still hurts, she has calmed down.

This is the first time that such a big conflict has happened between the two after two years of marriage. Before, every time there was a small fight and he was indifferent, she would take the initiative to seek peace.

But yesterday, she didn't take the initiative to ask him for peace as before, and he never gave any explanation.

Xiao Yebai lifted the black coat, his voice was clean and calm, but without any warmth, "Don't do such stupid things like not returning home at night again in the future."

Mo Weiwei was annoyed, "I'm asking about yesterday afternoon!"

As soon as she walked into the office, she saw Tian Ye standing in front of his desk, still holding his overcoat in his hand.

So intimate and ambiguous.

She even thought that she seldom went to the company to look for him, so did Tian Ye often come and go in and out of his office during those hours that she didn't know about?

Even holding his underwear?

She couldn't bear the assumption.