Fickle CEO

"What's going on around your neck? How did you do it? " Mo Ruqing left the plate and walked over to gently peel off his collar. He saw the shocking bite marks in his neck, which was frightening and bloody.

Mu Yanchen's eyes are as deep as ice. When he puts down his water cup, he also experiences the sharp pain of the tongue root stimulated by the current in his mouth. He is elegant as a cheetah. His fist is against his lips and he is silent.

"You are..." Mo Ruqing frowns and stares at him. The expression in his eyes changes sharply. Suddenly, he blushes a little. Then he looks at the tooth mark and hesitates to ask, "Yan Chen, do you have a girlfriend?"

This thought flashed in Mo Ruqing's mind, from just worried, instantly turned into ecstasy.

"This Why don't you tell mom? What kind of lady is she? Why don't you bring it back to your mother Mo Ruqing laughs and complains and takes a few steps back to sit down. She is gentle and loving.

She is a woman. Naturally, I can understand that both of them have developed to such a degree that they are discovered by her mother. If it is not the girl who is too reserved, or Yan Chen is hiding too deeply.

Will rub crumpled napkin to drop, mu Yanchen droops eyes, the eye color is cold, purses the lip to rise to leave.

"Ah --" Mo Ruqing suddenly felt a little anxious, "where are you going, Yan Chen?"

"You eat first, don't wait for me."

When he went upstairs, he met Mu Mingsheng who came out of the room of Lanxi in anger. Mu Yanchen dropped his eyes and nodded, but he didn't hear what Mu Mingsheng said to him. His deep eyes lifted up and quietly swept through the door of the open room.

The floor is quiet. The corridor is back.

Mu Yanchen walked slowly past, only to see the door sprinkled with a little light, looking carefully is the paper stars from the glass jar, folded in leisure time, girls like small things.

Quiet eyes raised, swept through the room.

"Dad, don't call uncle Liu. I'll go by myself. I won't give you any trouble, OK?" Lan River small eyebrow frown, hold up schoolbag, a pair of get up to walk appearance.

But she steps a meal, saw Mu Yan Chen at the door.

Clear small face for a moment became pale as paper, breathing is weak, Lan Xi holding the bag's hand trembled, back a small step, but restrained fear, looked at him coldly.

He walked in, a soft color home clothes, less sense of pressure.

Her eyes were cold but soft. Mu Yanchen walked slowly, his arms gently propped up on the desk behind her and looked at her. Thin lips said, "if you want to go, you should go down and have breakfast first."

Lan Xi's small face was cold and looked at him equally: "I'm not hungry, I don't eat!"

Mu Yanchen's eyes gradually become deep and tight.

Jun's face flashed a little pale, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Lan Xi, you can torture me, but remember not to torture yourself to protest with me - I won't allow it."

The slender figure trembled for a moment. She bit her lips, and she was nearly bleeding. She sneered and said, "brother, you can look up to me. It's clear that you are bullying me. It's just like I bullied you."

"I'm going, so I won't torture you again." She looked at him with big water eyes and tried to control the tears. She waved his arm and was about to go out.

Mu Yanchen's face sank and grabbed her small hand to pull her back.

She did not from, by his a grip more tightly, hard to pull back, trapped between the chest and the desk, buckle her face, hoarse way: "Lan River."

"Don't be afraid or excited I'm sober. " His eyes were bright and clear.