The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 489 Living Under His Surveillance

It didn't even occur to me to give it a hand.

Chu Yao slowed down by himself, then turned around suddenly, looked at the man a few steps away, narrowed his usual cold and arrogant eyes, "Come here."

Mo Tingshen didn't hesitate at all.

Just passing by, Chu Yao dragged him, pushed open a door next to him, grabbed his shoulders and pushed his back against the door.

Mo Tingshen's face darkened suddenly, his sharp-edged face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, his slight breath was bitter, "Little waist, pass."

"Why do you always follow me? You're very busy, aren't you? Shengjing doesn't care?"

Since she was released from prison, she has been under the surveillance of Mo tingshen.

Most of the time he follows himself.

Just follow, if she is not willing, he will never show up.

Even if she was in danger, like just now, he was like an indifferent spectator, indifferent to her safety.

"Do you really want to see me being raped again?"

The aura around Mo Ting's body changed, the corners of his brows and eyes drooped down, he stared at Chu Yao firmly, with the corners of his lips tensed, he said word by word: "I won't let that happen again. "

"Is it?"

Chu Yao laughed, the laughter was very cool.

Squinting to look at his gaze, soaked in a deep coolness, the ridicule in his eyes can hardly be suppressed.

She reached into the man's belt and tore off the hem of the shirt. The newly made nails were pasted, the nails were long and sharp, and a diamond was stuck on the top of each finger, scraping on the man's forehead. At the waist, his tense body tugged slightly.

Chu Yao lowered his eyebrows and stared at the bottom button of his shirt.

From bottom to top, untie one by one.

Mo Ting raised his head deeply, and when she was about to untie the last one, he grabbed her hand.

"Enough, stop making trouble."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Yao raised his head, and a tear fell on the back of his hand.

Mo Ting's deep voice tightened, "Small waist."

Chu Yao gritted his teeth, broke away from his hand, impatiently untied it slowly, and simply tore off the button.

She pulled down Mo Ting's deep neck and kissed him hard.

Mo Tingshen didn't move, didn't kiss her back, didn't hug her, just narrowed his black eyes, she was always in his eyes.

Chu Yao rolled around in his mouth, then slowly withdrew, from his midline, kissed the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, and finally his earlobe.

"Mo Tingshen," Chu Yao let out a light breath, "You are really boring."

The man frowned slightly.

He lowered his head, bowed his waist, and his chin barely touched her shoulder socket, without pressing down, just touching her lightly.

Chu Yao was crying.

There was no sound at all.

Tears fell drop by drop on Mo Ting's shoulders.

He remained motionless for a long time, then secretly sighed in his heart, raised his hand, but before he could touch her back, he was suddenly pushed away.

Chu Yao opened the door and left.

"Small waist."

Mo Tingshen came out from behind the door, and buttoned the shirt buttons she had unbuttoned one by one. When he reached the light of the corridor, that calm face appeared in Chu Yao's eyes.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll send someone to protect you secretly."

"do not want!"

Chu Yao gritted his teeth, enduring the unexplained soreness in his heart, with a bit of hatred in his eyes, "You know, I won't let any man follow me except you."

Mo Tingshen: "Follow in secret, I won't disturb you."

"I said no!"

Chu Yao was sure of him, so he decided to compete with him.

After a brief confrontation, Mo Tingshen compromised, "Okay, don't follow, I'll try to finish as soon as possible, and I may not be able to attend your awards ceremony the night after tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)