Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6873 He still has Qiao Muyuan in his arms (8)

Emboldened by the night.

The senses, touch, and smell are all magnified countless times.

Qiao Muyuan closed his eyes and kissed Ji Changmu. There was an aura she liked about him. Even in the dust, he was still the person she liked.

I don't know when Ji Changmu turned against the guest, grabbed the back of her head and pressed her to the ground, his emotions were too out of control.

It was still noisy outside, but there were only the two of them in this tall abandoned church, and everything outside had nothing to do with them.

Qiao Muyuan tried to loosen the buttons of his coat with her fingers, gasping for breath and her heart beating chaotically. She touched the buttons of his shirt indiscriminately, but only a few of them were undone. In the dark night, sensibility prevailed.

There is no heating here and it is very cold, but Qiao Muyuan is very hot.

Ji Changmu's self-control that he was always proud of was also crumbling. In the darkness, the sound of Qiao Muyuan's down jacket being unzipped was amplified countless times, and he threw the clothes aside.

Wool skirts also fell, and sweaters were pushed up.

Shouts can still be heard outside, obviously everything is closely related to them, but at this moment, they don't want to establish the slightest relationship with the outside world.

Ji Changmu's kiss fell from her lips to her body.

The clear moonlight passes through the dusty glazed windows of the century-old church, the colorful windows leak into the moonlight, and the messy utensils are also telling the century-old time, and the whispers are full of traces of the years.

Qiao Muyuan hugged him.

But after more than ten minutes, he stopped all his movements, and the emotion in his eyes faded little by little. He helped her get dressed, suppressed and restrained: "I'm sorry."

He also put on his coat.

The two sat side by side, and no one could see each other's expressions, but Qiao Muyuan kept silent with his head bowed in sadness.

"There won't be a next time." He promised hoarsely.

Today he was too out of control, but fortunately, no mistakes were made.

The little girl buried her head in her knees. After all, he still... doesn't like her, and it's impossible for any normal man to stop.

In the darkness, there was silence.

Qiao Muyuan sat on the ground with his knees hugged, and did not cuddle up to Ji Changmu any more. There was half an arm's distance between them.

Ji Changmu closed his eyes tiredly, without saying a word, leaning against the wall by the fireplace, silent.

After an unknown period of time, Ji Changmu's cell phone broke the silence, and his driver called.

"President, where are you now? The demonstrators have basically dispersed, I will pick you up."

Ji Changmu reported the address of the church, and the driver nodded: "Okay, I see, the people over there have all dispersed, and there will be no more danger."

"Ah."

When the driver came, the road was already clear, because the demonstrators had agreed to start again at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, and today's part was considered to be over.

The driver found them with a flashlight. When he saw the president and the little girl surnamed Qiao, the driver was stunned for a moment. They sat apart and didn't seem to communicate with each other. Did they just hide for a day?

Ji Changmu stood up. The injury on his leg was not serious. When he stood up, he gave Qiao Muyuan his hand.

Qiao Muyuan's legs were numb, he stood up unsteadily, and left here with his driver.

After getting in the car, Ji Changmu covered her with a blanket: "Is it cold?"

"not cold."

"Take you to eat."

"No, drop me at the convenience store door."

"it is good."

Ji Changmu asked the driver to bypass the road in front of Qiao Muyuan's house, and dropped her off at the convenience store.

(End of this chapter)