Master Mo's beloved wife

"If you were really afraid, you wouldn't do those things." Li Li sneered.

"Even you think I did it?" Anna Bai gave a sad smile

"Also, who told me to climb up by all means before, but now I'm rebellious, and I have to pick up others' leftovers even in my only position."

"Do you know that you are unscrupulous? Anna Bai, put away your dirty thoughts. If all this is known by Mo, I'll see how you end up! "

Li Li said, no longer do stop, straight to the door.

White Anna looked at the empty room, slender fingers tightly clasped the red carpet on the ground, red Codan shining in the light of resentment.

……

At the moment when Mo and ye cooperate, Bai Anna goes to find ye Junfei in panic, but the other party refuses to see her.

At this moment, she reflected that she pasted it like a fool, and all her extravagant hopes were reduced to a bubble.

They regard her as a plaything at all!

Ye Junfei even though, did not expect that the old thing, even suspect that she and ye Junfei between innocence!

What on earth should she do?

three days ago.

White Anna in the hotel dressed up, waiting for the arrival of Mo Dong.

"Ding Dong"

She opened the door with joy and was about to climb up his arm.

Mo's father looked at the person in front of him with a cool face. With a wave of his arm, he pushed her directly to the floor.

"Dingguo, you..." Anna looked at the person in front of her with a suspicious face.

"Do your duty well. If you don't be careful, I'll let you get nothing!"

With that, Mo turned coldly and left her alone in the hotel.

How similar the scene is, it's really a father and son.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Anna Bai's delicate face was covered with a sad smile, which made her crazy, and the lustre of her crazy eyes rose more and more.

These people just treat her as a plaything in their hands. No, they treat her like a dog.

"I swear, I won't make them feel better!" Said Diana bitterly.

On the other side, Qin Xiaolou carries the unconscious Mo QingHan to the room.

His figure of more than one meter eight is completely pressed on Qin Xiaolou. Even if it is just a short way, Qin Xiaolou can hardly support him.

What's more, that person is still ink light cold, and his breath always touches her heartstrings.

The grand bed is just around the corner.

She slowly breathed a sigh of relief, put people heavily on the bed, but because of inertia, her body was brought to the bed by the ink light cold, and the two of them fell to the bed like a piece of Mahua.

"Well --"

Qin Xiaolou opened her eyes wide and her lips were slightly opened in surprise. She watched Mo QingHan's lips press down, just close to her lips.

Warm touch, with a touch of red wine flavor, inadvertently let her drunk.

The kiss was warm and hot, with a softness never before.

Qin Xiaolou's eyes were sour. He had never been so gentle to her before. He didn't expect to take advantage of him when he was drunk for the first time.

"Xiaoxian." Mo murmured softly.

No matter how small Rao is, it seems like a thunderbolt to Qin Xiaolou.

She was shocked to push away the ink light cold, eyes open round, full of unbelievable, a hand desperately covered his mouth, do not let a choking leak from between the fingers.

She is a poor thief, proud of the gentleness she stole.

She thought that no matter how she saw herself, she would never shed tears for the people in front of her.

This person, never belongs to her, was, is and will be!

On the luxurious bed, Mo QingHan frowned, his handsome face was flushed, and his deep eyes were tightly closed, which concealed the past and revealed his childishness.

She took a deep look at him and turned away without nostalgia.

"Don't go." He suddenly held her hand tightly, white and slender hand because of force appeared ferocious green veins.

Qin Xiaolou's eyes are sour, and his hard heart is suddenly defeated.

"Let go of me." She turned away from his face.

"Sorry... Don't leave me." Mo QingHan murmured.

He apologized!

Qin Xiaolou turned his head in disbelief. His eyes were wide open because of surprise, his lips were trembling, his voice seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

"Xiao Xian, forgive me." He still closed his eyes.

Qin Xiaolou froze in the same place, even holding her hand tightly has become a kind of irony.

"Mo QingHan, open your eyes and see who I am!"

Even though she knew that the person in front of her was unconscious, she still wanted to tell him that she was not Xiaoxian and never was!

Mo QingHan didn't wait for her to finish. He suddenly pulled his hand and took advantage of Qin Xiaolou's unpreparedness,

A person pulled to the side, followed by a flexible carp turn over, will Qin Xiaolou pressure in the body.

"You can't lie to me." He doted on her nose, a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

She had never seen such a smile.

His lips pressed down again, gently licking her lips, bit by bit, as if the kiss is the most precious thing in the world, heavy, then afraid that she will disappear.

Qin Xiaolou's eyes are more sour. He doesn't know where his strength comes from. He suddenly pushes away the ink light cold on his body, escapes to one side and yells angrily.

"I'm a fool to love you. I love you so much that I don't even want dignity."

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut.

Mo QingHan, who had been lying unconscious in bed, suddenly opened his eyes. His dark pupils stared at the closed door. After a confused look, he fell into a deep sleep.

In fact, at that moment in the room, he had a trace of consciousness. As the president of Mohist, he naturally had incomparable insight and self-control.

Even after the kiss, he knows very clearly who is under him.

When he kisses Qin Xiaolou, the panic in his heart is no less than Qin Xiaolou.

That kind of complex feeling is far beyond his control, like the wild grass growing crazily in the countryside, burning his reason to the last bit.

She thought he was drunk and unconscious, but he could hear every word clearly.

Love?

He touched his lips, with a complex look, mixed with hatred and love, like honey mixed with arsenic, sweet and greasy, poisonous and deadly.

"Click"

The door was opened again.

Mo QingHan looked at Qin Xiaolou in surprise and quickly closed his eyes.

Qin Xiaolou red eyes, standing on the head of the bed, murmured, "I'm crazy, will worry about your sleep at night."

Then she spread out the quilt for him and moved the person in the quilt with difficulty.

A turn down, the forehead has Qinchu fine beads of sweat, more and more lining her skin delicate as snow.