Indulging Mrs. Lu-Chapter 183: Drinking on Behalf of Mom

Of course, he could never have imagined that this was behavior Zhuang Shuqing only exhibited when she was drunk.

Another person with a darkened expression was Lu Jinyang, who had just rushed over.

After throwing a punch at Si Nanchen, he walked over to Zhuang Shuqing’s side, scooped her up into his arms with one large hand, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Drank again, eh?"

How could he forget what this woman was like when she was drunk? In his memory, he had never encountered anyone worse at holding their liquor than her.

Realization dawned on Si Nanchen at the side, so she was drunk! At the same time, he made up his mind that he must not let her drink in the future.

Watching the two cling closely together, Si Nanchen’s fists clenched and unclenched, and after giving them a deep look, he turned and left.

"You’re back, huh?" Zhuang Shuqing leaned into his chest, her slender arms around Lu Jinyang’s waist, so she wouldn’t be afraid of falling down.

At this moment, Ye Han hurried over, and was shocked at the sight. She had been waiting outside for a long time without being able to hail a taxi, only to end up waiting for the driver.

The driver hadn’t made it clear over the phone; in fact, he had been delayed because he went to pick up Jinyang.

"Oh, Shuqing is drunk, quick, it’s cold outside, let’s talk in the car."

Lu Jinyang glanced at his mother, his voice deep, "Who let her drink?"

"Umm, she drank for me." Seeing Lu Jinyang’s eyes darken, she quickly added, "It was just a little bit."

"In the future, don’t let her drink when she’s outside, not a single drop."

With that said, he bent down, picked up Zhuang Shuqing horizontally, and walked away.

After getting in the car, he shooed his mother to the passenger seat, and instructed the driver, "To the mansion, make it quick."

"Yes, young master."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ye Han thought to herself that this kid really did forget his mother after getting a wife. But since she wasn’t in the right, she couldn’t say much.

The location of the banquet was half an hour’s drive from the suburbs, and under Lu Jinyang’s constant urging, the driver, despite the pressure, managed to make it in twenty minutes.

As soon as the car came to a stop at the mansion, Lu Jinyang carried Zhuang Shuqing out of the car and went straight to their room.

Ye Han wanted to call out but didn’t dare to, wondering why her son was still so anxious after getting home. She instructed the nanny to prepare the hangover soup and went back to her own room.

Upstairs, as soon as Lu Jinyang entered the room, he closed the door, locked it, and then tossed the restless Zhuang Shuqing onto the bed.

Zhuang Shuqing rubbed her waist dissatisfiedly, "Ouch~"

Leaning against the door, Lu Jinyang took several deep breaths before he walked over, standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at her.

On the way home in the car, this woman kept wriggling against him, igniting a fire in him, making him want to deal with her right there and then. fгeewebnovёl.com

But now that they were home, he was in no hurry; they had all night.

"You know it hurts? Why didn’t you think of the consequences when you were drinking?"

Zhuang Shuqing flipped over, mumbling, "I was drinking... I drank for mom."

Lu Jinyang felt both amused and annoyed looking at her like this. Didn’t she know if he had arrived even a minute later, she might have been taken away by someone else?

"You’re not allowed to drink in the future."

"Hmm, okay. Drinking hurts..."

Lu Jinyang: "..."

At this moment, Zhuang Shuqing was lying on the bed with her skirt hitched up to the root of her legs. He had no doubt that with one more wriggle, her skirt would end up around her waist.

Feeling a mischievous impulse, Lu Jinyang’s lips curved into a devilish smile, "Qingqing, move up to the pillow."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Shuqing, drowsy and muddled, flipped over, found the pillow and lay down upon it. At this moment, Lu Jinyang’s eyes deepened even more.

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