The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 296
"Mo, Xi, Qing!"

Tang Yimo gritted his small teeth.

Who can't bite anymore!
She opened her mouth and was about to move over.

Her lips were covered by the man's understated palm.

The temperature in his palm was extraordinarily hot, and at this moment the touch was suddenly clear, as if he could feel the lines in his palm.

Messing leaned over.

The distance between the two narrowed again.

The clear aroma of wine, mixed with the fragrance of sandalwood, passed between each other's noses.

Tang Yimo blinked.

Eyelashes flutter like fluttering butterflies, swirling a gust of wind in the bottom of my heart.

Then, she heard the man's husky restrained voice.

"Don't recruit me, understand?"

As he said these words, his eyes seemed to be surging, ready to break through the cage at any time and vent to her.

Tang Yimo didn't understand.

But she somehow sensed a hint of danger.

Mo Xiqing felt her honesty.

The calf that had been struggling all the time stopped moving, and the red lips that were grinding their teeth were also pursed obediently.

It looks like it's better to bully.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Opening it again, the turmoil in those eyes was a little bit quiet and annihilated, with a bit of resignation and helplessness.

Sighing, he picked him up.

All the way out, from the direct elevator down to the car, Tang Yimo was extraordinarily well-behaved.

As soon as she put the seat on, she rolled to the other side consciously, as if the man beside her was a scourge and could not be touched easily.

Mo Xiqing watched her huddled up like a soft animal, waiting to be cared for.

He watched for a few seconds, but he didn't pull him back.

Reaching out and tugging on the buttons of his shirt, he opened the car window to the maximum.

"Go to Mojia Manor."

The cold voice seemed to be suppressing something.

The driver glanced back, facing the man's stern face, he didn't dare to look any further, and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

……

Tang Yimo woke up.

The headache hurt like an invisible hand was pulling in her head and it was about to explode.

She turned around irritably.

"woke up?"

The familiar lazy voice suddenly sounded, shocking Tang Yimo so much that he even forgot the headache for a while.

She turned her gaze away little by little, and looked to the side, "Why are you here?!"

On the other side of the bed, Mo Xiqing sat there leisurely, holding a book in his hand.

He flipped a page with his fingertips and wrote lightly, "This is my room."

what? ?

Tang Yimo looked around.

With cool and simple decoration, and a strong scent of medicine in the breath, this is really not her room.

"Then why am I here??"

Her shocked eyes looked like fragments.

Hearing this sentence, Mo Xiqing put down the book.

He raised his eyes to look at her, those long and narrow eyes were extremely deep and dark, and carried an indescribable danger, "You pester me, you insist on sleeping with me, and you don't want to go back."

"how is this possible!"

Tang Yimo covered her head, although she was broken, he shouldn't think she was easy to deceive.

Even if she drank the ecstasy, she would not be able to do such a thing!
Mo Xiqing shrugged, "If you don't believe me, then I can't help it."

As he spoke, he tapped his forehead with his slender fingertips, "By the way, last night we were—very intense. Uncle Ding and the others were all woken up. If you really don't believe me, you can ask him."

Tang Yimo was dumbfounded.

She looked down at the clothes.

I changed into a set of soft pajamas a long time ago, which is very comfortable to wear.

But she didn't have the slightest impression of changing clothes.

She bit her lip, flapping the quilt to get out of bed.

His body was so sore, his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)