Fickle CEO

The quiet and slightly cold room has a lonely echo.

Mu Yanchen's body is stiff for a moment.

You can only hear the second hand moving one by one.

It was as if something had taken away the oxygen all over his body. His handsome face was pale, and his thin lips tightly pressed into a line. He closed the book and put it beside the table. Then he raised his eyes. At the same time, Lan Xi knew that the blood on his face was full of blood in his eyes. His eyes were scarlet and hot.

He gazed at her angry little face, and suddenly touched her face with his hand, which was like a loving comfort. Then he slowly drifted to her back neck, clasped her with a trace of domineering power, and then slowly drew closer.

Lanxi a small trance, cold look too late to fade, that a strong low pressure fell down, muyanchen leaned over to kiss her watery red lips, tight fit, gentle rolling, for a few seconds.

"Don't be upset..." His thin lips whispered, hoarse and hot, "I'll dominate you, eh?"

That hoarse voice, with overwhelming love, almost burned her.

Lan Xi's brain, all of a sudden, exploded.

Her clear face gradually became pale and bloodless. Looking at him, her long eyelashes began to tremble. She suddenly covered her lips with the back of her hand and wiped them tremblingly. However, she wiped them more and more hot. Her eyes were full of fear.

She pushed him away, subconsciously trying to escape from his powerful aura, her little hands fumbled for the chair to retreat.

The result is that she "bang!" There's a fall in the chair! Scream in pain!!

Without time to explain, Lan Xi stepped back and got up. Tears were about to seep from the clear eyes on her small face. She gasped and said, "I I'll go to the bathroom

She rushed to the door, dropped a slipper, and turned the door and ran out.

The heavy footsteps of "pedaling and pedaling" sounded in the corridor.

Not so.

She didn't mean that at all.

She said she liked him as much as she adored him.

He knows everything, knows everything, decides everything. He is tolerant, he doesn't care about her tantrums, he mu Yanchen in her Mu Lan River heart, is the existence of God.

…… But mu Yanchen, he has never been like this.

Do not care about the servant's surprised eyes and shouts, Lan Xi twisted the door of the bathroom, "bang!" He closed it with a cry, panted with tears, and sat down against the door.

It was a kiss.

It's a kiss between lovers.

Her little brow frowned wrongly and fearfully, the back of her hand against her lips, and felt that she could not get rid of his taste and breath. Water eyes raised, saw the sink, she propped up the wall, a slipper foot on the ground, turned on the tap, in the "splash" of water, regardless of washing lips.

In the room at the moment -

mu Yanchen is dressed in a black shirt, two collars are untied lazily, and he is firmly leaning on the back of the chair. His elegant fingers lift up and gently rub the lips that have just kissed her. There is a trace of coldness in the charm.

His eyes were as calm as water, a flash of dangerous light like hunting.

He thought he could keep it longer.

However, I didn't expect to lose control so quickly, like the collapsed coast, which broke down in an instant.

Jun's face flashed a breath of suffocating pallor. Suddenly, his face was frightfully cold. He opened his chair and left the room coldly.