There was no anger in his eyes, but Yi Qiao felt that Mo Beiting was angry.
If you don't pay attention, you can start a prairie fire.
"Shen Yiqiao, do you really think that as long as you speak, even if you want the moon in the sky, I will pick it for you, right? Where do you get your confidence? Think you're worth so much? "
"You don't have to help me. I'll think of another way, but you really don't have to be angry with the woman who intrigues you to marry me."
"I'm not angry?"
He sneered, he was not angry, he farted just not angry, he was angry and wanted to strangle the woman in front of him.
Let him help her ex boyfriend's brother?
How dare she make such a request.
However, he was not happy when she asked him for help, and he was even more unhappy when she asked others for help.
He thinks, there's something wrong with his fuckin 'brain.
"Do you think of another way? What do you think of? Looking for the man with you on the ferris wheel? Are you sure he can get people? "
She doesn't understand Chu Jin's background, but look at the watch on his wrist, the family background should not be bad, but she really didn't want to ask Chu Jin for help!
Mo Beiting saw that she did not speak, which confirmed his conjecture.
The facial expression is gloomy of can ooze water to come, he coldly stares at Yi Qiao, hand a scoop, already press her into the bosom.
He quickly lowered his head and kissed her on the lip.
He had just taken a bath and shaved. His body was full of the fresh and elegant fragrance of bathing whey. Her lips and teeth were filled with the fragrance of his aftershave and the mint flavor of toothpaste.
Yi Qiao responds to his kiss, but her action is clumsy. Mo Beiting kisses fiercely and quickly. She can't keep up with the rhythm at all.
After a few rounds, my mind was completely blank.
By his waist, virtual soft against his arms!
The man's gasping breath fell on her neck with his lips. He pressed Yiqiao on the dining table and moved her hot hand to her skirt.
Yi Qiao is too thin. He is pressed on the table by Mo Beiting, and his back hurts.
Mo Beiting's hand wandered back and forth along the hem of her skirt, but he didn't move any further. Finally, he forced himself to stop, half propped up, and sharply looked at Yiqiao who was confused by his kiss, "is Lu ran organized?"
Yi Qiao doesn't know, but listen to Chen Baimo's tone, probably.
"I don't know."
Lu ran did not admit gambling, Chen Baimo's words, she does not believe.
Mo Beiting gasped deeply for a few times, released her and stood up straight. The radian of her trousers was extremely spectacular. "I'll check this. If there are other reasons, then... Sorry, I have the bottom line that I can't touch."
Illegal.
He will not tolerate.
No matter who it is.
"What if it's Chen Baimo?" She slightly narrowed her eyes and looked at his strong and high back.
When she asked this question, she didn't mean anything. She was not comparing herself with Chen Baimo in his heart. She just wanted to know if Chen Baimo would not interfere if he did something illegal?
If Mo Beiting does not have the bottom line to stand on Chen Baimo's side, she has no chance to win.
Mo Beiting stared at him and asked sarcastically, "what do you want to ask?"
Yi Qiao
She knew he had misunderstood.
"Shen Yiqiao, are you angry with me? What do you want to hear? "Yes?" His eyes showed a kind of thin transparency, his eyes fell on Yi Qiao, cold, thin and cool, and showed a kind of obvious disdain, "don't compare white foam with Lu ran, they are not a kind of person at all."
"Not a kind of person?" She light diffuse smile for a while, squint next eye, "that Chen Baimo is what kind of person?"? What kind of person is Lu ran? "
"A man who fights all day, doesn't learn well, doesn't want to make progress, and goes into the police station to follow up the restaurant. What kind of person do you want me to say he is?"
Yi Qiao Mou son a flash, the brain appeared a few seconds short blank, Mo Beiting handsome face in front of eyes have blurred and clear.
She felt that her violence against Chen Baimo was transferred to Mo Beiting every minute.
After a long delay, he said, "it's not as good as Chen Baimo's understanding, good work, beautiful people, considerate and gentle words. All the people who go in and out are high-end places like the opera house."
The more you hear this, the more it changes.
Mo Beiting's face became more and more heavy, and his eyebrows became closer and closer. "Shen Yiqiao, are you jealous?"
Yi Qiao looked at him, silent for a long time, "en."
Mo Beiting
She should be so simple, but he did not know the truth.
Shen Yiqiao jealous? How can he feel so fabulous!
Mo Beiting asked Yiqiao coldly, "which police station is it?"
"East of the city."
Maybe it was a bad memory again. Mo Beiting snorted, took the coat on the hanger, changed his shoes and left.