Master Mo's beloved wife

"Yes? It seems that as like as two peas, you should pay more attention to it. Don't be fooled. I think the clothes on that man are exactly the same as yours.

As soon as the words came out, everyone's eyes swept along Qin Xiaolou's line of sight, and their faces turned pale instantly.

Women are also obviously flustered. It's not terrible to hit the shirt at the party.

But the woman sitting there knows that her identity is extraordinary. She must be genuine, so what she wears must be fake.

Qin Xiaolou sneered, ignoring these women and walking away.

There are three women in a play. The women here are full of plays.

The light suddenly went down.

Not far away, Mo QingHan began to give a speech on the stage. The content was similar, just the words of thanks.

But coming out of Mo QingHan's mouth, it's not boring at all. On the contrary, it's not only pleasing to the eyes, but also very enjoyable.

Qin Xiaolou's eyes were obsessed with the man's face, and he didn't even notice when it was over.

The host on the stage has already taken the microphone and started to draw this year's grand prize.

The past special class will be a mysterious gift, every year is satisfying.

Last year, it was a Mohist property with a market value of 2 million. The year before last, it was a luxury car with a service life of 20 years

The crowd began to stir and turned their eyes to the stage.

"This year's prizes are different from those of previous years. You might as well have a guess." The host sold a pass.

There was a lot of people at the bottom. It was dark all around. There was no light. There was no gem to set off. The sense of distance between people decreased obviously. The atmosphere was more lively than just now.

All of a sudden, there was an even louder cry in the crowd.

Qin Xiaolou was stunned and heard that the whole meeting hall was boiling!

"My God! If I do, I will wake up with a smile even in a dream. "

"If you win, can you still sleep?"

"If I win, I will die the next second."

The big screen in front of it suddenly rolled violently, the numbers kept changing, and the crowd sighed and exclaimed.

"This year is really busy!" Mo's father sat in the chief, and beside him sat the dignitaries of the magic capital.

"It's not because you're good at parenting." The politicians are playing with each other.

Suddenly the big screen stopped rolling, and then the host reported a series of numbers.

Qin Xiaolou was stunned. He took a look at the number plate he was getting. It was the number rolling on the screen.

She is still in a daze, the light has hit her.

"Let's welcome today's special prize winner, our Miss Qin Xiaolou, who will have a seven day foreign romantic trip with President Mo!"

Foreign countries! Travel And ink light cold!

Qin Xiaolou's eyes widened and looked at all this incredulously.

Hand unconsciously hard to pinch himself, pain feeling incomparably distinct to remind her, all this is not a dream!

Warm palms rang out, and waves came to her.

"Now that the grand prize is over, let's invite Mo and his partners to dance the opening dance for us!"

The crowd cheered again.

"Mr. Mo!" Qin Xiaolou, standing on the stage, exclaimed.

Mo QingHan just put her in his arms, regardless of her struggle, went to the banquet center.

Qin Xiaolou had no time to refuse, so he was already in his arms.

"I..."

"Why not?"

Ink cold lips almost wiped her cheek, hot breath spit on her skin, let her not from the whole body tremble.

"Miss Tong didn't come today?"

Qin Xiaolou asked, with a touch of bitterness that she could not even detect.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women has always been attractive. In addition, Mo QingHan himself is so outstanding that his whole body seems to have a halo.

It's like the prince and princess in a fairy tale when they come into play, which attracts many people's envious eyes.

"Isn't that Qin Xiaolou?"

"No way! Shouldn't Qin Xiaolou have been abandoned by President Mo long ago? How could it be here? "

Murphy's female employees secretly broke their teeth.

The music starts.

His big palm hugged her waist tightly, ambiguous and hot.

His body is close to her, very close, two people's breath in the near Between will blend.

Qin Xiaolou raised her head in a dazed way, and her whole sight was almost occupied by his angular jaw.

At this time, he was the only one in her world.

On the other side, ye Junfei, who is looking around, stands out of the crowd and looks into the dance floor. His hands are tightly clenched and his joints are blue.

His deep eyes were cold and deep. Under the cold, there was a wanton flame, with the smell of evil.

Is not everyone forget, he is ye Junfei, never easy to provoke good stubble!

At the end of the dance, Qin Xiaolou quickly broke away from the embrace of Mo QingHan, and her white face had become pink.

"Why, shy?"

Ink light cold ending slightly up, with a charm of the taste.

"No, you misunderstood!" Qin Xiaolou quickly denied that his head was almost down to his chest.

"Qin Xiaolou, you forget how you used to cry in my arms?" Ink light cold suddenly close, in her ear gently said.

Qin Xiaolou was stunned, and her whole face turned red into a tomato. A hot feeling rushed straight to her head, making her almost breathless.

The banquet hall, like a huge steamer, almost choked her.

The champagne she had just drunk turned her brain into a paste.

What makes her more uneasy is mo QingHan's sight, which is burning.

"Mr. Mo, what are you doing?"

Qin Xiaolou tried to ask, careful look like a pure rabbit.

But I don't know that her appearance is in the eyes of Mo QingHan, which makes his eyes deep.

Ink light cold but suddenly sealed her lips, hand tightly encircled her Yingying a grip of the waist, to their own direction.

The air seemed to get hotter, and the heat ran through her lungs, almost burning her whole body.

Lips and tongue intertwined, filled with a faint aroma of wine, the intoxication seems to ferment, more and more strong intoxication.

"Little rabbit, did you drink?"

Ink light cold hook lips, in her ear gently said.

Qin Xiaolou's heart trembled, and her only reason gradually faded away. This feeling was more like a dream. Even if it was a dream, she would not wake up.

Kiss, deepen gradually.

Her hands involuntarily took Mo QingHan's neck and put her body closer to him.

The appearance of Ren Jun's collection fell in the eyes of Mo QingHan, which made him breathe more deeply.

His thin lips were slightly crooked, and his eyes were filled with a faint smile.

Under the gentle mask is the ink light cold that turns hands over for clouds and covers hands for rain.