Boss Husband, Control Yourself

The door is open and you can see inside at a glance. Presumably this is the contestant's lounge. The decoration is similar to that of a presidential suite. Park Donglian leans against her with his back on the wide sofa stool. On both sides stand several men with the appearance of powerful and straight bodyguards.

However, Bao Mo ran didn't plan to escape. He stepped forward and said in a cold voice, "since you know so many things about me, you should know that even if you marry me tomorrow, what you get is just a shell. I live too many days as a walking corpse. Being with me will only corrode your life

Unexpectedly, he didn't retort. Two rows of people in black cast a cold and solemn look at her, which made her feel as if she had entered hell.

Sitting on the sofa bench, the back slowly shifted, and the face that had been dreaming every night for three years reappeared in front of her without warning!

Bao Mo ran took a cold breath. He almost couldn't stand when he trembled. He leaned heavily on the door and stared at him without blinking.

The tears, which had been suppressed just now, could no longer be held back and flowed in two lines behind the mask.

Shura like figure, two rows of people in black suddenly bow to her.

"Pool... Muxuan!" Bao Mo ran strode forward, but he was stopped by two rows of people. His movements were uniform, like a sharp sword in front of him.

Bao Mo ran was deeply stabbed. All these years, she didn't want to say sorry to him all the time. If it wasn't for her deep malice, she would not have been cursed by the house of hope, hallucinated and killed him!

"I...!" As soon as Bao Mo ran opened his mouth, the black curtain on the partition wall of the room was pulled open.

What shocked her was that the room was on the second floor of the main hall, and the curtain followed the French window. As soon as it opened, it was the scene of the military platform full of people.

The spotlight, like it was set, gathered over his head.

At this time, the half-time break is just over. The host is standing in the center of the martial arts platform. With the gesture of the host and the direction of the spotlight, people's eyes look at the invincible man sitting on the second floor.

Bao Mo ran couldn't hear what the host said in English. He just heard his last sentence: "let's applaud. Let's welcome the representative of the host, director of the international federal intelligence agency, sir Feng Xie!"

Her brain is buzzing.

Is Xue Muxuan Feng Xie?!

The spotlight is not big, but it also shows Bao Mo Ran's figure. The host is a little surprised. LAN Yan appears beside the Baron, and says with a ha ha: "and the protagonist of the wedding ceremony, Miss LAN Yan!"

Clapping and cheering, Wu Tai dance beauty, which was still full of murderous spirit, turned into a huge dance floor, and elegant music sounded in the hall.

"Next, it's time for the ball. Why don't you invite Sir and miss LAN Yan to dance for us and start today's party?"

Since she came in, her brain has been staying at the moment when he turned to look at her, and her body was as stiff as ice.

Xue Buyao, sitting in the VIP seat on the first floor and a half, is staring at the man in the spotlight. He never closes his mouth and whispers: "Dad

If it's a match, he'll really rush up and pounce on him.

The audience's expectation is clearer than the spotlight. Just when Bao Mo ran didn't know how to meet him, Feng Xie moved closer to her. She could easily touch the familiar figure and the familiar taste.

"Please."

His face was expressionless, he pondered, and his tone was short, just like trying to kill the host's sudden ghost idea.

With his hand in his palm, Bao Mo ran touched his warmth, worried that her body temperature was still so cold in such a warm room, which would scare him.

However, Feng Xie seems to have no feeling for her psychology from the beginning to the end. Lead her down the steps, onto the stage, the pace of decisive gentleman, yingtingling, like the king of the world.

At the beginning of the music, her face was still hot. No one knew that her face under the mask was red.

Only Xue Buyao and Kun Yan, who are familiar with her, and Gui Qi, who is sitting in another VIP seat, can you see her tension.

The prelude step, which she called dancing, was clearly zombie walking. Feng Xie took a few beats to keep up with the dance step.

"Can't dance?" Feng Xie leaned down and asked. Although the direction of his eyes was toward her, he didn't look at her.

Bao Mo ran regained consciousness, shook his head and adjusted his pace before he entered the state.

He was wearing a long Royal Blue windbreaker, which was shining with her dazzling red dress, as if two beams of light of the ultimate aura were fighting each other, and the beautiful dancing posture was fascinating.

At the end of a dance, escorted by two rows of bodyguards, Feng Xiecai and Bao Mo get off the stage, and then it's time for everyone to share the banquet on the dance floor.

Bao Mo ran was led by him to walk behind him, but suddenly his wrist was forced. Instead, he took the initiative to hold his hand, broke away from the direction of the bodyguard, and dragged him into another secluded back channel.

This woman took him away in public?

Where did you get the courage and confidence? The bodyguard who was walking in front of her realized something and turned to follow her. He was ready to attack her. Feng Xie suddenly shot at her with his eyes and motioned them not to come near“ Mu Xuan...! " Bao Mo ran raised his face and his eyes were foggy. The thin lips of the tender rice are slightly opened, giving a sweet breath. From the time he danced, he found himself dissatisfied with seeing only her eyes and mouth. He said he didn't want to see the face under the mask. It must be fake. Bao Muran raised his hand and took off his mask, revealing his delicate and beautiful features. Smooth forehead contour soft, forehead with shallow hair, like a young girl. Just how are those two lines of wet tears on the cheek going on? He suddenly wanted to reach out and help her pick up the dry, crying is really not suitable for her“ Muxuan, it's me! I am Mo ran. " The mask "Dong" fell to the ground, Bao Mo dye hands to grasp his arm, every call to him, the heart is like a stab. Three years and ten months. Where are you dead“ Do we... Know each other? " The pondering voice broke her mind. Bao Mo Ran's eyes were full of curiosity. It's more strange than curious. do we know each other? Nearly four years, she waited for him nearly four years, even in exchange for a strange greeting“ Dad Xue Buyao doesn't know when he has found them. The clear voice of a seven or eight year old child resounds in the corridor. Feng Xie turns to see a handsome little Zhengtai. The bodyguards behind hold their breath and concentrate. Their Baron is stopped by two idlers who suddenly appear. They also recognize the wrong person. Are these two people dying? The bodyguard was about to lean forward to make Xue Buyao. Feng Xie gently made a stop sign from behind. How many people looked at each other, and the Baron did not refuse the two uninvited guests?