Chapter 800

Han Muzi was angry, but he didn't dare to turn around and leave. He could only stand there with his anger.

"Well, here we are today."

After feeling the expression on the woman's face and the breath on her body are about to explode, the night ink Xuan immediately stops the endless meeting.

Originally, he had half an hour to go before the meeting.

"Well, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

After the night ink Xuan interrupts the video conversation, he takes off the Bluetooth headset beside his ear, and Korean Muzi looks at it.

Han Mu's eyes fell on his waist, just like his eyes.

"Come here."

He opened his thin lips.

"What for?"

Han Mu Zi is full of anger, and this fire also with know that he may be engaged to others sour. This sour feeling is like fuel for anger. The more sour you feel in your heart, the stronger the fire will burn.

Before that, she felt that she could take her time. After all, he had just recovered from his serious injury. She should spend more time with him, so that he could be familiar with his existence first, and then stimulate his memory.

But now? What she got from George was that he might be engaged.

Let her do it before he gets engaged.

What is this? It's like she's going to fight for love.

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved Han Mu Zi's heart is, the more aggrieved he is.

Her facial expression didn't astringent, the eyes so straight stare at him, night Mo Xuan isn't can't see the grievance of her fundus.

But he didn't understand what she was wronging??

He has only met her twice since yesterday's meal.

Once at noon, once now.

Is The night Mo Xuan tiny narrow eyes, suddenly thought of the noon George with her to find their own meal, when he had something to go out, see her and George go so close also upset, so a no time to throw out.

Is Is she wronging this?

Think of here, night Mo Xuan heart then gradually had bottom.

"I told you to come, but not yet?" Night Mo Xuan see her just ask yourself why, but not forward, still pestle there, then remind her again.

Han Mu Zi moved forward two steps reluctantly.

"Come here, you tell me."

Very impatient tone.

Order? Night Mo Xuan picked pick eyebrow, pointed to the coffee on the table: "you try."

Han Muzi followed his fingers to see, he actually let himself try that cup of coffee, she didn't want to shake her head and refused him: "No."

The night Mo Xuan frowns and looks at her unhappily.

"Try it or not?"

Try to see him stubbornly

"It seems that you know your coffee is not good, so you refuse to face it?" Night ink Xuan deliberately stimulate her.

Usually his coffee, Han Muzi will secretly give him a try, she is pregnant now, do not dare to drink more, try time is just a small mouthful, moisten the throat taste of that kind.

But today, she was in a bad mood and threw him a lot of candy. Even if she didn't have to try, she knew what the coffee was like.

Han Mu Zi looks at him, purses her red lips, and deliberately touches him.

"I don't want to try, not because I'm not good at it, but because That cup of coffee is yours

With that, she deliberately raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "isn't the president a cleanliness addict? You have drunk that cup of coffee, and you still let me drink it. Don't you know... "

The latter sentence, she did not say, but dropped her eyes.

"What do you know?"

Night Mo Xuan not happy ground stares at this woman in front of, said half don't make a sound, don't know such meeting Diao other people's appetite?

Han Mu Zi looked at his toes, not angry: "indirect kiss."

Ye Moxuan: "I'm not sure."

Han Muzi

She reflected that after what she had just said, Han Mu Zi's head was almost down to the ground. She bit her lower lip anxiously: "sister Lin has something to do with me. I'll go first."

She just turned round, the voice of night Mo Xuan then spread to come over.

"Did I say you could go?"

He got up, pulled back his chair and stepped up to her.

Seeing his approach, Han Muzi couldn't help saying, "anyway, I won't drink that cup of coffee, eh..."

Half said, her chin is pinched by the finger of night Mo Xuan suddenly.

The night Mo Xuan pinches her lower jaw and forces her to raise her head, bend down and stop abruptly when she is only a little away from her lips.

Their warm breath began to twinkle. Han Muzi felt her heart beat faster. She looked at the nearby night Moxuan and almost thought he was going to kiss her just now.But he didn't stop when he was only a little away from himself. His dark eyes were staring at her.

"Dislike me?"

Han Muzi was so nervous that she didn't know where to put it. In the end, she only grasped her sleeve and didn't dare to move.

The distance between them is so close that as long as she moves, she will touch each other's thin lips.

Although the two were close to a certain extent before, Han Muzi still couldn't control him. As soon as he was close to her, her heart would beat faster, and she was also shy.

She is almost Subconsciously trying to get away from him.

Night Mo Xuan also felt - her resistance.

Twinkling eyes looking at themselves, nervous to hand, pink lips are trembling with.

After the vision falls to her lips, the vision of night Mo Xuan can't move away.

She just said

Indirect kissing? Look at her expression, it seems to be very disgusting?

If it is

The brain just flashed this idea, the body had already made the reaction first, the night Mo Xuan suddenly leaned forward a few minutes, thin lips met Han Mu purple soft lips.

At the moment when the lips touched each other, Han Mu Zi felt that his head seemed to explode fireworks, choked and stepped back a big step, looking at him with panic and inconceivable eyes.

This kind of reaction makes night Mo Xuan dissatisfied. He frowns, clasps her wrist, pulls her to himself, clasps the back of her head with one hand, and looks for her lips.

Han Mu Zi is still annoyed in the heart, the condition reflex ground hides. But the night Mo Xuan's strength is big, the speed is fast, after several rounds back and forth, he finally achieves his wish to find her.

The soft touch like cotton and the light fragrance lingering on her make the heart of yemoxuan tremble.

There seemed to be some pictures flashed by in his mind. He didn't even have time to capture them, and those pictures disappeared. The woman in his arms was pushing his chest, trying to push him away.

Night Mo Xuan eyebrow lock up, big hand simply hooped her waist, will she firmly locked, lips leave her.

"Push me for what?" His eyes were so hoarse that he couldn't catch her eyes.

Han Mu Zi's waist is locked, push not to open him, angrily way: "you, you rascal!"