Chapter 280 Do You Know It's Wrong?

Feng Sujin's sleep is actually quite dishonest sometimes, and she likes to churn, especially after drinking and falling asleep, she churns even more.

Jun Mohan got up several times a night, each time he could only sigh helplessly, hug Feng Sujin, cover the two with the quilt, and then go back to sleep.

The next day, when Feng Sujin woke up, she felt a little headache and a little discomfort all over her body.

When Feng Sujin opened her eyes, she saw the person working on the table beside the bed, and she was in a trance, "Mo Han."

Jun Mohan heard the voice and put down the document and pen, got up and sat down by the bed, patted Feng Sujin's head, "Wake up, is there any discomfort?"

"Where am I?"

Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's dazed appearance, and lightly flicked her head, "Don't remember what happened last night?"

Only then did Feng Sujin think about the scene before going to bed, and when she thought about it, her face changed, and finally she blushed so much that she wished she couldn't fall asleep again.

Although she was drunk, she still had some vague impressions.

She looked at Jun Mohan again, and when she saw his neck, there seemed to be ambiguous marks left on his chest.

"Yesterday, yesterday, I..."

Feng Sujin stuttered and didn't know what to say. She reached out and beat her head, "It hurts, I can't remember."

Jun Mohan straightened Feng Sujin's hair, and held her hand, "I know it hurts, why don't you know you'll have a headache when you drink."

Feng Sujin thought of the reason for her drinking, and the corner of her mouth raised a bitter arc. Knowing that she had made Jun Mohan worried, she lowered her head in a guilty conscience.

Feng Sujin who looks like this is exactly like a child who makes mistakes. Jun Mohan really doesn't know what to do with her.

Jun Mohan held Feng Sujin's hand and asked softly, "Do you know it's wrong to drink too much?"

Feng Sujin felt Jun Mo's cold and gentle tone, and hurriedly assured: "I promise not to drink too much next time."

Jun Mohan sighed, hugged her in his arms, and patted her on the back, "Just know you're wrong, get up, I'll take you home."

After Feng Sujin finished washing, she completely woke up. Thinking of what happened yesterday, she wished she could slap herself a few more times.

Sitting in the car and walking home, Feng Sujin peeked at Jun Mohan several times, feeling that something was wrong with her Mr. Jun, he was too silent.

Feng Sujin pursed her lips and said, "Mo Han, aren't you going to work today?"

"Well, not going."

Feng Sujin couldn't find anything to talk about for a while. When he got home, Jun Mohan handed something to Feng Sujin, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

No matter what, he was reluctant to starve his wife.

Feng Sujin was stunned for a while, then opened the thing in her hand and saw that it was the special video recorder she gave to Zou Rudan before.

Feng Sujin's expression changed. She opened it and looked at it. It was a few blurry shots. They belonged to Zou Rudan and Nalan Yunqing. Others could see it very well, but she knew that it was these two people. Appearing in one shot and one room, Xia Sixuan's jealousy was enough to stimulate her.

Feng Sujin ran to the kitchen, as if thinking of something, she took a step, and then gently pulled Jun Mohan's shirt, "Mohan—"

Feng Sujin's tone was soft and soft, with a hint of coquettishness.

Such a voice made Jun Mohan's heart soften, his expression softened, and he turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

"This, how did you get this?"

She thought that Nalan Yunqing found everything and would not leave any traces. She didn't expect this, and she didn't know how Jun Mohan got it.