Chapter 818

Mo Ye Si raises deep black Mou to see to her, on the handsome face, the facial expression is a little more moderate than just now.

Obviously, she was pleased by her words just now.

His eyes showed a little smile, but his face was still taut: "I didn't ask you for it."

"Yes, yes." Qiao Mianmian continued to laugh to coax a proud man, "you didn't ask me to, I want to buy it for you."

"Buy me something expensive?"

"Well, buy the expensive one. Choose the most expensive one."

"I didn't force you."

"Yes, you didn't force me. It's all of my own free will. "

"You said, I'll go to the mall later." Mo night division said here, eyes have been dyed with a shallow smile, lips also a little hook up.

He stretched out his hand to pull Joe Mianmian into his arms, let her sit on his lap, holding her, opened a document: "you accompany me to read the last few minutes of the document, I can get off work."

Joe Mianmian twisted in his arms, adjusted a more comfortable sitting position, put his arms around his waist, hugged him and said, "will this affect your work?"

The girl in her arms is fragrant and soft.

Strands of tempting sweet smell lingered in his nose, to say that there is no impact on him, impossible.

Holding her, he's always a little wishful thinking.

I want to do something else.

But the feeling of holding her was so good that he couldn't bear to let her go.

He took a deep breath and resisted the heat caused by her twisting just now. His voice was a little hoarse: "baby, as long as you don't move in my arms, it won't affect me."

"Otherwise, if you twist two more times, I may not be able to guarantee what will happen later."

As if to prove what he said, there was an honest reaction somewhere.

Joe Mianmian sat on his lap and felt it all at once.

There was a heat wave on her face, and she was so scared that she froze in his arms and did not dare to move any more.

Last night... This man had a hard time.

Moreover, she has changed so many kinds of tossing, until now, her legs are still soft and sour.

She doesn't want to be tossed when she hasn't recovered

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A private club.

In the decorated antique courtyard, there is a handsome and charming man sitting in a pavilion.

Around the pavilion is a pond full of pink lotus flowers.

Relying on the scarlet railings, the man held a portion of fish food in his hand. His slender white fingers twisted the fish food in the small porcelain bowl and threw it into the pond, attracting a group of fish competing for food.

On one side of the stone table, there are delicate tea sets. The tea artists in the club carry purple clay pots to water the tea cups. As soon as the hot water is poured, the refreshing aroma of tea rises into white smoke and spreads everywhere.

The air is full of sweet tea.

Tea master holding the cup, respectfully and carefully to the man is feeding the fish in front of: "Gong Shao, please taste."

Miyazawa threw some fish food into the pond, then turned around, took the wet handkerchief from the waiter and wiped his hands.

After wiping, I took the cup of tea.

As soon as I took a sip, I heard the sound of footstep approaching slowly.

When we got to the pavilion, the footsteps stopped.

A respectful voice rang out: "Gong Shao, Mr. Qiao is here."

Gong Zili raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Qiao Ruhai's face. He was worried and stood there. He hooked his lips,