Chapter 580

However, as soon as she turned sideways, she was clasped by the man's powerful fingers. Before she could react, she was pulled back and fell down on the sofa.

She was frightened and her eyes widened.

Above is the handsome and gloomy face of the man. He is staring at her from a high position. His eyes are deep and quiet, like the deep forest that the sun can't shine all year round. They are dark and cool.

Wenyi, who was stared at by him, shuddered as if he could not see the hairs on his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Miss Wen," Mo Shichen's voice was subdued dumb, and his eyes were ablaze with blue flames. He drew a curve from the corner of his lips and said with a smile, "you are bullying me. You have no memory. You can only let me beat black and white."

Wenyi had a momentary heart failure, but after all, her Taoism was there, with no color on her face. She just smiled and said, "what's the meaning of reversing black and white?"

Men also look very calm, thin lips also calmly with a smile, and there is a kind of unspeakable danger of ready to go, "usually women continue to stimulate men, generally there are only two possibilities."

"Oh?"

"First, you can't look at me from the bottom of your heart and think I can't match you," he said, staring into her eyes with a slight aggressiveness in his eyes, so that she couldn't look elsewhere for no reason, but she was forced to look at him, but the man's voice also had a low mellow smile. "However, if I can't, Miss Wen would never love me I can't love anymore. "

She turned away and wondered if she could not be so close to her.

But before she spoke, she felt like she couldn't say anything.

When a man speaks and breathes, his breath falls on her skin along with his breath. The hot temperature inevitably makes her face several degrees higher. His smell drowns her smell, and her body becomes more sensitive and stiff.

The movement of her face makes the man's lips directly next to her ears, which makes his voice seem more clear and audible. "Second, I don't believe that the woman under me will have a high tide of such nonsense. Miss Wen wants to urge me to use this clumsy way to force me to you?"

She's on the sofa and the man's on her.

When he didn't do anything, Wynn felt a strong sense of aggression.

Mo Shichen looks down and kisses her about to fall into her neck.

Her brain was white for a short time. When the man's thin lips were about to be pasted on her skin, Wenyi's short voice suddenly called out, "do you want Li qianrui's medical expenses?"

He paused.

But the distance is still very close, close to the atmosphere blend, ambiguous toss.

She retreated in a panic and left the area wrapped by his breath. Wenyi's breath was still a little disordered. "Who gave you the courage to touch me without my consent?"

The white fingers on the sofa unconsciously clenched the corner of the pillow, and her face was still sharp, but the white skin with blushing face weakened her momentum, and she said angrily, "next time, you will wait for Li qianrui to be thrown out of the hospital."

Mo Shichen looked at her, with a bright and undisguised smile on the bottom of her eyes and a ponderous whisper, "is Miss Wen the traditional one with such sensitivity?"

Wenyi was far away from him. He leaned on the armrest and occupied one side with him. He didn't pay attention to him.

This man degenerated to accompany to sleep, how could he have no consciousness that his self-esteem was hurt at all?

Dare to turn her around.

Wenyi smashed the pillow, stood up and said coldly, "go to tell LEB that I want to eat when I have finished my bath."

Then he went into the master's bedroom.

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More than 40 minutes later, Wenyi came out with a wet short hair. Other women's short hair made people feel smart, sharp and witty. Only she, especially when she wiped half wet like now, had a unique charm.

But this time she didn't wear bathrobe. She was wearing a comfortable long skirt. It was ivory white. The color was very close to her skin. At first glance, it was more gentle.

He saw her in a skirt for the first time.

He thought she was going to repeat that style to the monotonous office style.

Seeing her coming out, Mo Shichen stood up and said in a gentlemanly way, "dinner has been placed in the dining room. It's five minutes. It's just right now."

Wenyi glanced at him, and then went to the restaurant.

When she came to the door, she paused, turned around and looked at the man with one hand in his trouser pocket, who was leisurely and indifferent. "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes."

"Oh..." She crooked her lips. "Come here and eat with me."

Mo Shichen, "..."

"What are you doing standing there, waiting for me to come over, please?"

The man walked over with long legs and steps, raised his hand and held her chin, lowered his head to say with a smile, "you are not naive, are you?"Wen yimianlu smiled. "It's annoying who makes you look at it."

Mo Shichen stopped looking at her, smiled, and looked at her again. "You look more like me," he said, his fingers increased, and bowed his head close to her. "To be honest, Wenyi, sleeping is bullshit. You want me to stay with you, right? You're like a kid in kindergarten. "

She kept smiling. "It's a good thing that people are confident. You just have a little bit of excess."

With that, she raised her hand and patted him off. She went to the table and sat down.

She picked up the knife and fork and smiled at the man across the table. "You eat with me. If I can't finish, you can finish it for me. Otherwise, Li qianrui will have no food tomorrow."

Mo Shichen, "..."

After that, she began to eat happily.

He stared at her face expressionless for a long time, with a cool smile on his lips. "Wenyi, don't fall into my hands later."

Wen Yihe smirked a couple of times, holding his tone and saying, "I'm so scared."

As soon as the voice fell, she touched the man's cool eyes. The silent and measured aura was like a beast lurking in the dark staring at you, waiting for the chance to jump out and press you under the paw. Morisen's sharp teeth tore you to pieces in a blink of an eye.

She climbed on the back of a few strands of hair cold, a little bit lost.

If this man returns to Paris to succeed as President It's possible to get even with her.

She lowered her head, cut the steak and ate in silence, thinking that she would call moshiqian tomorrow to make sure that moshichen would not have a chance to upset her or move their house in the future.