my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 10 Xiaomo, you came because you had a crush on me

Guan Zichen pursed his lips indifferently, but his eyes were sizing up her body. Although this black suit was old-fashioned, it could be seen that it was a famous brand, and it was all black, making her tall and slender.

He has always liked black, but black doesn't suit her.

When did he start paying attention to her?Maybe it's her annoyed look every time?He was not used to being so quiet all of a sudden.

"Xiao Mo, you came to Guan's suddenly, I can understand that you came here because you had a crush on me?"

He knew it was not, but he said it intentionally ambiguously, and got very close to her again, even his breath was about to spill on her neck.

Lan Mo felt a chill, it was only her first day at Guan's today, but she already wanted to vomit N times.

He actually called her Xiaomo, and he even said that she had a crush on him. My God, even a calm person would be driven crazy.

"Guan Zichen, do you know which kind of person is the most despised in the world?" She said lightly, but never retreated, Lan Mo never did timid behavior.

"I don't know, because I never despise people, I only love people." He smirked, obviously did not touch her, but his face was already in her ear.

"Since you've come all this way, I can't help but give you face—"

"Guan Zichen, there is a kind of self-important and self-righteous person who makes people despise the most. It doesn't matter if you can be more narcissistic."

Lan Mopi said with a half smile, but the next second her eyes widened in disbelief.

He dared to reach out to hug her, as expected, a man who would die when he saw a woman, well, since he bumped into her Lan Mo's hand, let her treat him well.

Without further hesitation, Lan Mo stretched out her hand and swung her fist. Her fist was always so hard that even men couldn't block it.

However, Guan Zichen blocked it so easily, even smiling.

He held her tightly in his arms, wrapped her right arm with his left hand, and gently held her fist with his right hand. The postures of the two were extremely ambiguous, as if they were dancing a beautiful waltz.

"Xiaomo, I don't like women being too violent. To punish you, I will send you a sweet kiss."

He said ruffiantly, lowered his head, and quickly blocked her lips.

(End of this chapter)