Chapter 334： Use Mo Zixuan to deal with you

Chapter 334 Use Mo Zixuan to deal with you

Wen Ran knew that the more she accepted him, the more proud he was. She simply ignored him, picked up the chopsticks, and ate intently.

Mo Xiuchen seemed to find a person boring, and stopped teasing her, and began to eat food gracefully.

The kiss and the flirtatious words were quickly thrown behind by Wen Ran. Her thoughts were all concentrated on the food on the table. After eating a few chopsticks, she raised her eyebrows to see that Mo Xiuchen was too gentle. Wrinkled, he put the vegetables in his bowl again.

"Thank you Ranran."

Mo Xiuchen thanked him sincerely, and continued to eat the dishes in the bowl.

After a meal, it is already an hour later.

The time for Wen Ran to eat was actually only half an hour. The rest of the time was waiting for Mo Xiuchen. She was full, leaning in a chair, quietly admiring Mo Xiuchen’s grace and gentleness, and found out, watch him. Eating is also a kind of enjoyment.

After eating, Mo Xiuchen called and asked Zhang Ma to come and clean up. He and Wen Ran went upstairs together.

When taking a gentle shower, a cheeky man insisted on washing with her. He also said that he had already asked her in the company office just now. At this moment, just simply showering with her will not treat her. how.

"That won't work either, I won't wash it with you."

Wen Ran is not fooled. This man is a wolf. She is like a sweet lamb in front of him. Don't you eat it?

Of course, impossible!

"Of course, you won't let me wash together. We will do it again in a while."

Mo Xiuchen threatened.

Finally, Wen Ran let him into the bathroom under his assurance.

As soon as he came in, the ambiguity instantly escalated in the water-filled bathroom. He lowered his head gently, and he could feel his eyes staring at him as hot as fire.

"Of course, I will help you."

He stood tall and tall, a few seconds later, he walked towards her, and instinctively refused: "No, you wash yours."

"No, we are together."

Mo Xiuchen walked to the bathtub, squatted down, stroking her condensed skin with slender fingers, Wen Ran's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Of course, you are so sensitive."

Mo Xiuchen's voice is hoarse, and the corners of his mouth are grinning thickly.

"Close your eyes and soak for a while, I'll wash it for you, and call you."

I don't know if it was his voice and confusing people, or Wen Ran was too tired. She glanced at him and really closed her eyes.

However, not looking at it does not mean that there is no feeling.

On the contrary, she couldn't see the man beside her, but the feeling in her heart changed constantly with the movement of his palm. In the end, she could not bear Mo Xiuchen's love-caress, and she whispered...

Everything after that was out of control.

Mo Xiuchen seemed to be trying to challenge her restraint. At this moment when she was crushed, all his forbearance was thrown away. In the engulfed bathroom, he was very passionate and passionate...

late at night

Wen Ran was in a semi-sleep state when she was gently placed on the soft bed.

Mo Xiuchen lay down beside her, leaning her long body against the head of the bed, letting her head rest on his heart, and his big, well-knotted palms lightly held her soft little hand, feeling her snuggling in his arms. The feeling, the heart, softened into a lake.

stared at her quietly for a long time before he took the phone to turn it on.

In the afternoon, when he was at the company, he turned off the machine directly, and even the one with her turned off the machine.

So, no one disturbed them this night.

He was very satisfied with the romance of this two-person world, but he hadn't been with her for too many days, whether it was in the office or in the bathroom just now, he wanted her, it was too exciting and tired her.

As soon as the phone is turned on, there will be countless missed call reminders.

Fortunately, Mo Xiuchen deliberately turned off the mute, leaving only the vibration sound, so as not to noisy Wen Ran in his sleep.

After he read those calls, the tenderness in his eyes gradually dissipated like a cloud, a little coldness came up, a coldness condensed on his **** lips, and he dialed a number back.

The phone rang twice, and Luo Haofeng’s voice came over the phone.

"Xiu Chen, I called you and turned it off, what's the matter?"

Mo Xiuchen ignored his complaint and asked faintly: "What's the matter?"

"Of course it's a major event. Your old man took Mo Zixuan back. I suspect that he was going to use Mo Zixuan to deal with you. Last time, he took back Mo Zixuan's shares at the shareholders meeting. Didn't you transfer it to your name?"

At that meeting, Mo Jingteng took back the shares of Mo Zixuan and Xiao Wenqing and said that all of them were transferred to Mo Xiuchen's name. However, because many shareholders had objections, Mo Xiuchen himself was not interested, so he was delayed.

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes, and a dullness condensed under his eyes, and said disapprovingly: "He wants Mo Zixuan to return to the company, so let him get back."

"Xiu Chen, you are stupid, your father's meaning is so obvious, if Mo Zixuan listens to his mercy, he may decide that in the end, he will support Mo Zixuan and squeeze you down."

Luo Haofeng’s worry was just a joke in Mo Xiuchen’s ears. He really laughed and laughed mockingly: "A Feng, you look too high at Mo Zixuan. It is impossible for him to return to the company. It’s better than before. It’s late at night, hurry up and go to bed, the old man will not place all his hopes on Mo Zixuan."

He knows the old man’s handwriting too well.

He did this to warn him that if he uncompromisingly suppressed the accident, he would let Mo Zixuan sit on the top seat of the president.

The coldness at the corners of his mouth thickened. If he Mo Xiuchen was unwilling to leave the chair, how could a Mo Zixuan help him, but the old man himself, there was nothing he could do.

"Are you really worried?"

Luo Haofeng wanted to say something, but Mo Xiuchen faintly interrupted him: "A Mu, there will be results tomorrow morning. Overnight, the old man can't do anything. If there is anything, wait until tomorrow. I Rest first."

The words fell, no matter how worried Luo Haofeng was on the other end of the phone, he just hung up.

He put the phone on the bedside table, thought about it, picked it up again, and turned it off again.

Tonight, he doesn't want to do anything, no matter what the world is upside down, at this moment, he just wants to hug his beloved woman and have a good sleep.

Turning the light to the softest, warmest and darkest level, he carefully raised Wen Ran's head, slowly lay down, turned sideways, lowered his head, and gently kissed her forehead, his eyes condensed softly. Her peaceful face and the emotions in her heart soon calmed down.

"Of course, good night!"

The corner of his mouth curled in a gentle arc, and he murmured to the woman in the dream. Even if she fell asleep, she seemed to have sensed him, buried her small face in his chest, and continued her beautiful dream.

(End of this chapter)