Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

Feng Ye covered her with his jacket, unable to stand steadily because he was so drunk, and simply sat down on the floor, mumbling something unclear before falling asleep on the sofa.

"..."

Yun Yue couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of her mouth, thinking these two drunks were a perfect match!

Her phone buzzed once, and she sent a message to Xiao Chen, asking him to come pick them up.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly as he read the message and walked towards the entrance of Tianxi.

The man had a powerful presence, wrapped in an aura that told strangers to keep away, and as soon as he was spotted, everyone cleared a path for him.

He entered the private room, turned on the light, and saw Yun Yue sitting on the sofa playing a game. His slightly furrowed brow relaxed, "Did you drink?"

"Drank a little, those two drank a lot." Yun Yue looked up as her game just ended, put her phone in her pocket, and stood up.

Yun Yue bent over to lift Mo Fan in a princess carry from the sofa, covered her legs with Feng Ye’s jacket, and gestured towards Xiao Chen, "He’s all yours now."

After saying that, she carried Mo Fan outside.

Xiao Chen stepped forward, saw Feng Ye who was blackout drunk with a rather dark expression, dialed the room’s telephone, and immediately two employees in uniforms came in, standing respectfully behind him.

"Young Master Xiao."

Xiao Chen pointed to Feng Ye lying on the floor, and the two quickly helped him up and followed Xiao Chen outside.

Bao Tangtang saw her carrying Mo Fan away, was emotionally moved to tears, and immediately ran over.

"I’m taking her home first, where do you live? I’ll take you home."

Mo Fan barely had any friends, so bringing her to Tianxi meant their relationship was pretty good; it really wasn’t safe for her alone in a bar.

Bao Tangtang’s gaze at Yun Yue bubbled with emotion, but a piercingly cold look suddenly made her sober up, fearfully glanced at Xiao Chen, dared not look further, and quickly lowered her head, "No need; I just called my brother, and he’s already on his way."

"Alright, take care then." Yun Yue didn’t insist further and left with Mo Fan.

After securing the two drunk messes in the back seat with seat belts, they both got into the car.

The drive was smooth all the way to Shengting, and Yun Yue carried Mo Fan into Feng Ye’s room, while Xiao Chen dumped Feng Ye on the sofa.

The two slept like logs, and after saying goodnight to Xiao Chen, Yun Yue went back to her own room.

In the wee hours of the morning, a downpour began, and Feng Ye crawled up from the sofa, his lips dry and feeling very hot, stumbled into the kitchen, drank two glasses of water, and squinted his eyes as he entered his room.

Upon entering the room, he loosened his tie, took off his shirt, and just flopped onto the bed.

...

The next morning, Mo Fan felt like she couldn’t breathe due to the weight on her, lifted the blanket, and saw a bare-chested man lying on top of her.

Her brows instantly turned cold, wrapped the man in the blanket, realized a chill was setting in, her face turned dark instantly, and she pulled the blanket back, wrapping it around herself.

Her skin was very pale, never tanning despite daily exposure of her shoulders and legs; draping the mundane blanket over her caused no discomfort, revealing a stretch of her long legs.

"Son of a bitch, dare to take advantage of me, I’ll curse you sterile!"

A cold glint in Mo Fan’s eyes, her delicate feet landed directly on Feng Ye’s back, grabbing a handful of his thick hair, a familiar face came into view.

Her pupils constricted, and Feng Ye awkwardly smiled, greeted with a sheepish, "Good morning."

Mo Fan: "... Good my ass!"

She fiercely pushed his head down, her gaze sharp, "Spill it! What did you do to me last night?!"

She knew her alcohol tolerance well and would never let anyone take advantage of her when vulnerable; something was off with him last night!

Feng Ye, struggling for breath under her pressure, coughed twice; why did she like stepping on people so much?

His head and waist pinned down; he couldn’t get up, sighing helplessly in his heart.

This woman was really only bearable by himself.

"I didn’t do anything, I didn’t even take off my pants, look if you don’t believe me." He hurriedly explained, afraid he’d be in serious trouble if he was too slow.

She wouldn’t have any happiness in the future.

Only ghosts know that she slept in her own room last night, he was so drunk at the time he couldn’t even see the road clearly, how could he possibly notice there was someone else in the bed.

If he had known it was her... cough cough cough...

Mo Fan glanced at his legs and finally decided to let it go, pulling back her slender leg and looking down at him from above, "Where is this?"

"Shengting, Master Chen bought this house for Yun Yue, it’s my room." He had just finished when they heard a noise from outside the door.

The two exchanged glances, Mo Fan’s face darkened, it would be terrible if the two of them were found sleeping in the same room, especially looking like they currently did.

That would definitely lead to misunderstandings!

She glared at Feng Ye, grabbed his belt, and whispered a warning, "Just stay here and don’t come out, we can’t let them find out, got it?"

Feng Ye quickly nodded, and Mo Fan let go of him before grabbing a white shirt and underwear from his closet and walking into the bathroom.

Feng Ye: "..."

She really didn’t hold back.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Feng Ye grinned foolishly.

He hung his head low, his gaze on his body, feeling a bit of heat where she had just touched.

Spicy as a chili, wildly uncontrollable.

Mo Fan came out of the bathroom with her hair wet, draped over her shoulders, soaking her shirt and clinging to her skin, barely visible.

"What are you looking at, watch your eyeballs." Mo Fan glared at him.

What’s up with him lately, sticking to her like a plaster.

Feng Ye touched his nose, took a hairdryer from the bedside table and placed it at the end of the bed, then took his clothes and scurried toward the bathroom.

Mo Fan glanced at the hairdryer, snorted, plugged it in, and started drying her hair.

His underwear was two sizes too big, fortunately, it had an elastic waistband, barely fitting though quite ugly.

Patterned underwear...

She clicked her tongue, unable to understand his taste.

Seeing him come out of the shower later, she warned again, "I’m going out now, just stay in this room and don’t come out, we can’t let them find you here, do you hear?!"

"Okay, ma... could you please bring some food in?" he changed his tone quickly, relieved when she didn’t react, nearly spilling his real thoughts.

Mo Fan rolled her eyes, "Don’t even think about it, you haven’t had enough of my oil? Starve to death for all I care!"

Feng Ye: "..."

He wouldn’t dare!

He nearly got cut off without even doing anything, if he had actually done anything, would he even see tomorrow’s sun?!

He should have crawled under the covers to sleep last night, at least he could’ve gotten a bit more action!

Bang!

The door slammed shut ruthlessly, he lay on the bed flipping back and forth, laughing like a fool.

Suddenly his phone rang, seeing it was from his mom, he happily answered.

Before he could say a word, he was greeted by a deafening voice on the other end, he held the phone away with his hand.

"Feng Ye! I heard from Aunt Jiang, Mo Fan is in Beijing, you have three days to find her and bring her to me, or else I am disowning you, I mean it!"

After her words, Mrs. Feng hung up the phone.