Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing! - Chapter 1702

“This is my wine.”

Feng Yi looked at Mo An’s wobbly fingers. She pointed at the bed for a while and the coffee table for a while, but she didn’t point to the wine glass in his hand anyway.

“I don’t care! Yours is mine! I want to drink!”

Mo An’s red face was like a cooked red shrimp, struggling to sit up.

She was drunk upside down, where she could sit up so easily.

‘Boom! With a muffled sound, the empty wine glass she was holding in her hand fell off and fell on the carpet.

Feng Yi didn’t stretch out his hand to help her, but watched her struggling to get up with a smile from the corner of his eyes.

He watched the play for five full minutes, and Mo An hadn’t gotten up to sit.

After exhausting all his energy to think about it, he was exhausted and ended up in failure. Mo An simply couldn’t get up.

“I want to drink, drink! Brother Yi, brother…I want, I want… wine.”

Mo An was drunk and confused, and stammered.

She also reached out to grab Feng Yi’s red wine.

But now she is soft-handed, let alone snatching it, even if she brings the wine to her, she may not be able to pick it up and drink it.

“Do you really want to drink?”

Feng Yi gently shook the red wine in the glass.

“Yes! I want…”

Mo An was so drunk that he narrowed his eyes, his eyes dimmed, and he stretched out his hand towards Feng Yi as if he wanted to hug him.

“it is good.”

After simply agreeing to her, Feng Yi raised his neck and poured the wine into his mouth.

“…”

Seeing that he had finished his last sip of wine, Mo An stretched out his hand and paused.

I subconsciously felt that it was inappropriate for him to do this, but his drunk and muddy brain didn’t react to stop him, so he could only look at him with silly eyes.

Feng Yi held the red wine and did not swallow it, leaning towards her with puffed cheeks.

Mo An, who was lying on the sofa tilted upside down, looked at Feng Yi, his mind was completely unresponsive, only watching him leaning down little by little.

Feng Yi leaned down and hung above her body.

The two were very close, looking at each other with eyes and noses.

Moisten eyes locked her flushing melon face, those charming eyes, drunkly reflecting his face.

At such a close distance, pressing her under her body in this overwhelming posture, Feng Yi gently lifted her soft sharp chin while moving slightly.

His deep and gloomy moist eyes locked her firmly, and she didn’t close her eyes either, and she looked at him stupidly with loose eyes.

He slowly lowered his head, and his thin **** lips pressed her little attractive red lips accurately.

The tip of the tongue gently opened her lips and tongue, and after she surrendered without any resistance, he slowly poured the red wine into her mouth.

Mo An, who was so drunk and unconscious, subconsciously swallowed the alcohol that had transitioned into her mouth.

How could her chaotic and abnormal brain react? What was the meaning of the two people’s behavior, let alone judge whether it was appropriate.

Feng Yi kept his eyes open all the way, taking all her reactions into his eyes.

Her little drunk eyes really didn’t change from beginning to end, it seemed that she was completely drunk.

When all the red wine entered her mouth and was swallowed by her, he was still reluctant to leave.

With her lips moving slightly, she tried to kiss her gently.

Her mouth is small and sweet with wine, making him addicted to kisses.

No matter how addicted he was, he did not kiss for long, but when he retreated, his eyes were dark and scary, as if a demon was calling: “Do you want more?”