Getting drunk on marriage: Domineering president, please take over

Chapter 95
The neon lights flickered, and the white skin left a charming color under the light and shadow. Dan Kou's fingers painted in scarlet color were as white and tender as green onions, and everyone's eyes wandered away.

Their eyes were all looking straight at Suman, eager and full of hope.

However, Mo Ziqian's eyes, whose body was hidden in the shadows, suddenly turned cold, and when he looked at the exposed skin, the coldness in his eyes was icy cold, and his face naturally sank.

The blue skirt and short blouse were quickly unbuttoned, revealing a large section of snow-like skin, especially the black cover, beautiful shape, very perfect.

Convex and concave, slightly revealing whiteness, thought-provoking, deeply attracting everyone's attention.

Lou Zhongming was even more fascinated, with straight eyes.

Suman's smiling face appeared and disappeared under the flashing light, and soon the blue top fell into Suman's hands. His white and slender arms, snow-like skin, and slender waist could vaguely see the texture on it texture.

One foot seven, the slim waist that can't be grasped is displayed in front of everyone's eyes, and the inside wrapped in black underwear is even more prominent.

Suman smiled, "Is that all right?"

But I didn't want to, before everyone echoed, I didn't know who it was, and suddenly stood up, taking it for granted.

Su Man narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes fixed, but he found that it was Mo Ziqian, who quickly stood in front of her, and his movements were very fast.

Su Man was taken aback, and everyone was also taken aback.

Mo Ziqian pursed his thin lips tightly, did not speak, but quickly took off his black coat, and with a wave of his ape arm, the black coat was accurately draped over Suman's shoulders, and the exposed skin was covered instantly. Cover it tightly.

The man's coat has his unique masculinity, and the wide coat carries a slight body temperature. This is Suman's familiar but unfamiliar smell.

Suman hadn't recovered yet, but let the man in front of her hold her hand, and her steps were unsteady.

The man's palm fell on her waist, with a warm residual warmth, very powerful.

Then, Mo Ziqian turned and walked towards the door, pulling Suman to walk quickly, his long hair cut beautiful arcs in the air, the man walked out of the box without looking back, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

It was natural for Meng Wenjia and Li Ai to follow Mo Ziqian.

When Meng Wenjia walked out the door, he turned his head to look at Lou Zhongming, and said calmly, "Mr. Mo still has something to do, so let's go first. Thank you Bureau Lou for your hospitality."

Walking out of the box, Su Man's hand was held tightly by Mo Ziqian, never letting go.

Passing through the dark corridor, walking through the noisy hall, and walking straight outside, his hand was always holding her wrist tightly.

There was a man's warmth on her wrist, but also a touch of pain.

Suman was almost escorted into the car by Mo Ziqian.

Li Ai opened the car door, and Mo Ziqian pushed her into the car without letting go.

Su Man frowned slightly, a little surprised at Mo Ziqian's silent and stern face who behaved so violently.

Remembering the days when they were together, it seems that they have never seen such a side of him. Mo Ziqian, who has a gentle temperament, has always been gentle, calm and calm, never getting angry, even when she squandered Mrs. Mo's identity at the beginning , he just smiled indifferently.

Today's Mo Ziqian is really weird, who is making him unhappy?
Mo Ziqian sat down beside Suman, and said in a deep voice, "Drive."

Li Ai immediately stepped on the accelerator and walked away.

On a moonlit night, the cold wind blows slowly, hits the glass, makes a whining sound, and the car gallops down the street.

In the car, Mo Ziqian was silent for a while, still pursing his lips tightly, feeling depressed for a while in the closed and narrow compartment.

Su Man was breathing heavily and couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he turned his head to look at Mo Ziqian, and said with a smile, "Mr. Mo, thank you for your clothes. It's very warm."

After hearing this, Mo Ziqian's expression became more gloomy, and he said coldly, "You dare!"

"Why don't you dare, I don't wear clothes on the inside, and the clothes on my body are many times more conservative than the girls entertained in Huangcheng No. [-]," Su Man replied with a smile, she couldn't stand Mo Ziqian's behavior like this With a cold voice, he said to the man driving in front, "Li Ai, stop the car, I'm going to throw up."

Li Ai looked at Mo Ziqian through the rearview mirror, saw that he hadn't spoken, and continued on.

Suman took a deep breath, secretly swallowed the discomfort, rolled down the car window, and the wind rushed in through the open glass in an instant.

At night in early May, the wind was still a little bit cold. In the quiet midnight, the air seemed to be much fresher, and the chest was no longer dull.

"I know it's uncomfortable, what are you drinking so much for?" came the man's deep voice.

"Isn't going to the entertainment city just to have fun, I can't spoil the fun," Suman replied.

"You are not afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I can't remember the lessons from the past," the man's voice came again faintly, with no deep meaning, but it made people feel a little weird.

"I have my own measure," Suman replied.

"You didn't dare to be in the hotel last time, but today there are so many people, how dare you again," the man's voice was cold and dangerous.

Speaking of the last time, Suman remembered that he forced her to undress that day in the suite.

"It's safe for many people today. Last time it was just the two of us. I don't know if you will become a beast."

Suman smiled and continued, "Uncle Mo, in the suite that day, you forced me to undress because you wanted to have sex with me. Well, take a closer look at the strong hormones on Uncle Mo's body, why didn't you find a woman to vent your anger? "

When Li Aimeng Wenjia in front heard this, he frowned slightly, wishing that the parking spaces were all soundproof.

But Mo Ziqian stopped talking, his sword-like brows were tightly frowned, and a storm was brewing in his seemingly gentle eyes.

The car continued to move forward, the air in the car was condensed, Li Ai walked around Yecheng, couldn't stand the silence, and asked, "Mr. Mo, where are we going?"

Mo Ziqian leaned on the seat, his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and said in a deep voice, "Jinshan Apartment."

Unexpectedly, Mo Ziqian would tell her where she lived, and the corner of his mouth twitched, but he smiled again, "Uncle Mo probably wants to go to my house, but you know, I don't like to be at home, and hotels are more convenient and comfortable, especially for adults. hotel."

But Mo Ziqian looked forward, the light and shadow in his eyes fluctuated unpredictablely under the flickering street lights, which seemed to be unclear.

"Niece Suman, I'm just taking you back," a man's voice came faintly after a while.

Su Man raised his eyebrows, looked at Mo Ziqian's handsome face, and said, "You dragged me out of Imperial City No. [-] in the middle of the night, doesn't it mean that Uncle Mo doesn't have any thoughts?"

As Suman said, he stretched out his hand and slowly climbed up the man's thigh.

"What are you doing?" Mo Ziqian turned his head, the car window blocked the light outside, so he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but those burning black eyes became brighter and brighter, like stars.

Su Man's hands were aggressive, and he walked in from the edge of the clothes, and his body was even closer to the man, whispering in Mo Ziqian's ear, "Uncle Mo, I can do whatever you want tonight."

The woman acted arbitrarily, carelessly, and traded with her body. All these behaviors made Mo Ziqian frown, and he reached out and grabbed her wanton hand, secretly exerting force.

"You are so cheap, you can sell yourself and even sleep with me for a promise from Lou Zhongming?" Mo Ziqian's tone was very displeased, and his voice was a bit sharp.

Suman was still smiling, her smile was chic, and her words were even more chic, "It's not the first time for us anyway, it doesn't matter if we are born once, we are acquainted the second time, and it doesn't matter if the third time is the fourth time, and Uncle Mo looks handsome and has a very good figure, so I don't care about it either." Suffer."

Mo Ziqian pulled Su Man's hand suddenly, and tightened his strength even more. She seemed to feel a sharp dull pain in her wrist.

Suman couldn't stand the man's strength, and frowned, thinking that her wrist would be broken, but she didn't want the man to pull it suddenly. Her body fell and hit the man's solid arm directly, causing a slight pain on her face.

Suddenly, the fragrance from her body came, the familiar smell made him inexplicably angry and irritated.

Mo Ziqian shouted, "Stay away from me!"

Although Su Man is willful, he also knows that sometimes he can't offend the man in front of him, so he has to move away quickly, sticking to the car door, and doesn't move anymore.

The car slowly stopped by the gate of Jinshan Apartment. Li Ai got out of the car and opened the door for Su Man, but Su Man looked at Mo Ziqian and said with a smile, "Uncle Mo, did you have a good time tonight?"

Mo Ziqian looked at Suman indifferently.

Li Ai closed the car door winkingly, Meng Wenjia also got out of the car, leaving Mo Ziqian and Su Man in the car.

"What do you want to hear?" Mo Ziqian asked back.

Suman smiled heartily, "Of course I hope you are happy, after all, I am entrusted by loyal people."

"You're not very noble, you don't need help from others, why are you accepting it now?" Thinking of when he helped her before, she refused with righteous words, so ruthless.

Suman raised his lips and smiled, and said, "I have done what I can do, as for whether you are happy or not, it has nothing to do with me, and why should I refuse, life can't be hypocritical, and I understand many things .”

Suman spoke contemptuously, revealing a bit of vicissitudes, resigned to fate.

I don't know if this is Mo Ziqian's illusion, but he looked straight at Suman.

Suman met the man's gaze and smiled, "Uncle Mo, is there anything I can do for you, such as going to the hotel?"

The woman's winking eyes are like silk, with distinct eyelashes, shining with strange colors.

(End of this chapter)