C79 Clumsy kisses

Rong Chengmo looked at the girl in his arms, whose face had turned red from drinking, and the corner of his mouth lifted into an arc.

He was wearing the same man's perfume as Xiao Yan.

It was light, but elegant and charming.

His large hands caressed Qiao Mo's rosy cheeks and asked gently, "Do you like it?"

Qiao Mo was practically lying in his arms, so when she opened her eyes, she was looking up at Rong Chengmo. In her blurry vision, she seemed to see that familiar handsome face.

His small hand could not help but touch it.

Her smile was clear and sweet, and her eyes and teeth were white. It was a pity … But Xiao Yan did not know how to cherish them.

Rong Chengmo realized that if he were to take Qiao Mo for himself, it would also be a good decision.

Even though this girl had once belonged to that person.

Qiao Mo innocently leaned into his embrace, her small face rubbed against his shirt as she took a deep breath of his breath, but her eyes were filled with mist.

"I like it. But I know. You. You can't like me. What the hell... What's not good about it …? "

Rong Chengmo laughed softly, and used his fingers to gently wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes, "How could that be? I really like you."

Qiao Mo opened her eyes wide.

"Really?" She was obviously very happy, but after a long while, she was stunned again. She pouted and said, "But … "But I'll be leaving soon …"

Rong Chengmo held her in his arms and lowered his head, gently staring at her red lips.

Until, when the two of them could even feel that the man's lips were about to fall off, Qiao Mo untimely sneezed.

Rong Chengmo did not get angry or embarrassed, he only took off the overcoat he was wearing and wrapped it around Qiao Mo's shoulders.

Just as Rong Chengmo was about to leave with Qiao Mo in his arms, a clear male voice came from behind.

"What are you doing!"

The outline of the man's face was covered in half light and half darkness. His facial features were exquisite, like the perfect masterpiece of the Ghost Axe Divine Saber, and his expression was indifferent, as if his husband had just seen his wife who had cheated, and had directly caught hold of the current situation.

Xiao Yan looked at her closely before shifting his gaze away coldly.

Good job, you just dumped him and then went out on a date with another man!

The one that he was wearing, was also Rong Chengmo's outer coat? How could it be so!

Qiao Mo drank too much, and started to lose his head. She scratched the back of his head, and looked at Rong Chengmo, and then looked at Xiao Yan who was not far away.

"Hm?"

How could there be two Xiao Yan s?

Which one was real and which one was fake?

Xiao Yan's handsome face darkened as he strode over with large strides, pulling Qiao Mo who was in Rong Chengmo's embrace into his embrace.

And the overcoat that Qiao Mo was wearing, fell to the ground as well.

Qiao Mo, who was being carried by Xiao Yan, laughed heartily. He was completely unaware of the man's anger as he pointed at him and laughed, "Eh … There are two of them … "

Under the faint and gentle light, it enveloped the man with the long, jade-like body. As he raised his hand and moved his feet, a noble, elegant, light and easy to see.

He was talking to two or three blue-eyed foreign partners who had just finished their dinner at the First Pint and were parting at the door.

However, the moment he stepped out of the door, he saw a scene that was so annoying and infuriating.

Qiao Mo missed him a lot. After getting drunk, it was easiest to release the softest side of her heart.

Her two little hands were tightly wrapped around Xiao Yan's neck. It had only been a few days, but she felt like it was almost a lifetime ago.

"I really miss you …"

Xiao Yan coldly snorted.

She was sure it was him? Not another man?

Otherwise, how could Rong Chengmo and Yue Yang drink like this in the middle of the night? If he hadn't seen it, would something have happened that he didn't know about?

Rong Chengmo picked up his coat and shrugged, "Alright, since someone is here to pick you up, then I will take my leave."

"Stay away from Qiao Mo!"

It was clear that Xiao Yan was hostile towards Rong Chengmo, and did not even bother to conceal it.

"Ah Yan, no matter how much you hate me, on the surface, it's better to hide it."

Xiao Yan immediately carried Qiao Mo in his arms and Wu Mo icily turned to leave.

… ….

The little girl in his arms greedily absorbed the clear fragrance of the mint and the faint smell of the tobacco on his body.

Xiao Yan's anger was subconsciously appeased bit by bit by bit by her closeness.

Obviously, there were many questions and questions to ask, but now, he didn't want to bring them up at all.

He only wanted to quietly hug her and embrace her.

Qiao Mo leaned against his chest, and rubbed her small head against his chest. "Xiao Yan … "I'm leaving …"

Xiao Yan held onto her slender white wrist, his breath lowered, completely ignoring her words.

His long fingers pressed against the side of her lips.

"Rong Chengmo kissed you?"

Qiao Mo didn't understand as she hazily opened her eyes and stared blankly at the man who was very close to her cheeks. She strenuously raised her head and her lips kissed onto his.

Her petite hand shook his neck, then she touched her tender lips and said in a small voice, "Hug me and kiss me …"

The moment her lips touched his, Xiao Yan's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

Heart moving, such a strong feeling.

Never.

Because of the alcohol effect, her small face appeared sparkling and red. Under the gentle light, it seemed to be translucent in color.

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened.

His voice, had also turned hoarse, "Qiao Mo..."

"Hmm?" The little woman looked at him innocently with her big, watery eyes.

"Look carefully, who am I?"

Qiao Mo laughed out loud, and used her small hand to point at his handsome face, "Are you drunk? You are Xiao Yan! You are Xiao Yan, Ah Yan … "

The last "Ah Yan" easily swept through the endings and easily stirred Xiao Yan's heart.

Qiao Mo closed her eyes, and brazenly threw Xiao Yan onto the back of the Venerable One's seat.

She was clumsy. Kiss him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid enough to almost bite him.

Xiao Yan grabbed her body and tied her up in his arms once more. He pinched her chin and stared at her gloomily, asking her with every word: "Qiao Mo, have you thought about this clearly?"

She … Was it willingly?

Xiao Yan had lived for more than thirty years and had never reached such a stage before, yet he was still asking a woman if she was willing.

Qiao Mo raised her head, opened her mouth and heavily bit his adam's apple.

Those who were drunk were more sensitive.

He was laughing and crying at the same time.

She vaguely said, "Xiao Yan … I'm in front of you. There was no such thing as … Anything to be proud of. The only thing I am proud of is that at the age of twenty-two, I only loved you as a man … "

Her tears slid down her clear eyes, from the corners of her eyes all the way to her hair.

Xiao Yan's heart inexplicably hurt a little.

The rich aroma of the brandy filled the space between their lips, infecting them with a clear train of thought. Xiao Yan was intoxicated with the weak and slim girl in his arms.

At this moment, Xiao Yan felt what it meant to be a daughter who was made of water. At this point of time, Xiao Yan's experience was deeper than anyone else's.

They followed the map that they were most familiar with and attacked the city from every angle. Without the slightest hesitation or precaution, the two hearts finally became tightly entwined.

In that instant of possession, Qiao Mo's fingertips had almost dug into Xiao Yan's arm.

A night passed, and they were entangled in a deathmatch.

… ….

When Qiao Mo woke up, she was awakened by the sunlight. Her temples were swollen and sour, the aftereffects of hangover.

He was in a strange yet familiar place. The bed, the curtains … It was obviously the arrangement of the New Garden.

She suddenly woke up from her stupor and subconsciously looked at the bedside. Luckily, there was no Xiao Yan.

However... Beside her, there was clearly someone who had slept.

Also, her entire body was sore, reminding her of an indisputable fact.

Last night, under an unconscious state, she and Xiao Yan had done it.

If she remembered correctly, it wasn't just … Once?

Regret arose within him.

How could she be this confused? The two of them, who were on the verge of getting divorced, were now entangled with each other again?

Qiao Mo endured the pain beneath his feet and got off the bed. A slip of paper was lifted by the wind and landed beside his feet.

Qiao Mo reached out and picked up the note, and conveniently stuck on the strong and resolute writing. If it wasn't Xiao Yan's, then who else could it be?

"Tell Aunt Lan what you want to eat for lunch."

Qiao Mo clenched the paper slip in his palm, to the point that she almost crushed it.

When did she ever say she was going to lunch here?

Qiao Mo opened the wardrobe, took out a set of clothes that she usually changed into and went into the bathroom.

After washing up, fifteen minutes had passed.

She did not plan to stay here for a moment longer. After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she directly went downstairs.

Seeing that she was about to leave in a hurry, Aunt Lan immediately stopped her.

"Madam, sir said that he would be back for lunch with you today. Where are you running to? "

It was almost lunchtime. If his wife ran away now, how would he explain it to his husband?

Qiao Mo was furious, her tone was firm, "Aunt Lan, I did not plan to have lunch here, it was your master's decision."

With that, Qiao Mo left without caring about Aunt Lan stopping him.

"Madam! "Madam …"

Qiao Mo practically fled when she heard Aunt Lan's warning.

Her mind was in a mess, and in her mind, what she couldn't get rid of were the scenes from the previous night.

Whatever she said or did, Xiao Yan told her to stay for lunch. It must have been because she reconciled with Xiao Yan last night.

But … That was not her intention.

… ….

He returned to school in a flustered mood and absent-mindedly listened to a few lessons.

After class, Qiao Mo was called out by the professor.

"Professor, what do you need me for?"

The professor pushed the glasses on his nose and sighed: "Qiao Mo, your performance at school has always been good for you, so it is understandable for me to recommend you to the school director to get a placing in the research facility. "But …"

Qiao Mo was a little doubtful, but she was not the least bit worried. "Professor, didn't we already determine the number of people who would be qualified?"

From the professor's tone, there seemed to be some other unforeseen event?

"Originally. It was confirmed, but the school head suddenly gave your spot to someone else. Qiao Mo, don't be sad, I will go and see if there is still room for manoeuvre in this matter. "

Qiao Mo felt as if she had been splashed with cold water from head to toe. This was not the first time she was being kicked out of the security quota. It was definitely not a coincidence.

"Professor, I would like to know. "Why did you kick me out of the college entrance exam?"

If she wasn't qualified, then she had to admit defeat, but …

The professor did not seem to be able to finish his sentence, but he sighed and said, "This is the arrangement of the higher-ups." Qiao Mo, you … Did she accidentally offend some big shot? I have been in school for so many years. Basically, once I confirm the quota for my research, nothing unexpected will happen. But on you, there were two unforeseen events. "

Qiao Mo was stunned, a big shot …

Could it be …?