Tender Wife And Bossy CEO

After the phone hung up, the phone was on the table.

Looking back, I saw the ink Shen Jiu still not moving, leaning on the bed, lazy, but cold.

"Jiuye, it's your big nephew." Qiao pursed her lips with foam, and faced with the ink Shen Jiu who was not easy to fool, he said, "nothing, just give me a call."

"Tell me about your past." Mo Shen is indifferent.

What happened before? Qiao Yimo didn't want to say much. She was afraid that if she said too much, it would be her own misfortune.

However, Mo Shen Jiu's words are the imperial edict, which can not be ignored.

"I used to go abroad, no culture, no foreign language, the only thing I can do is draw. I painted for people in the street, and then Mo Junling asked me to help him draw. It should be that we are all over the same thing. He pitied me and helped me a lot. That's how I got to know each other. " When Qiao Yimo recalled, he was still grateful.

Without Mo Junling, she didn't know what she would have become.

Maybe not even the ability to return home.

Qiao Yimo looks at Mo Shen Jiu without emotion on her face. Her deep and gloomy momentum makes her feel a little nervous.

I couldn't help but pursed and whispered, "you asked me to say it..."

On the ink Shen nine Yin cold deep black eyes, the voice immediately extinguished.

Mo Shen nine Eagle sharp looking at her, light red thin lips open, "Mo Jun Ling, don't go too close to him."

"No. And I haven't seen him recently. He has his own business to do. We didn't meet. " Joe was busy proving his innocence.

Is that all right? Besides, Mo Junling likes me. I just help him to be his friend. I'm not wrong.

"Draw it for me." A cold voice came.

"Ah?" Qiao Yi Mo was slowed down by the thought of jumping. When he reflected what Mo Shen Jiu said, he said, "do you really want to paint? I don't think I can draw Jiuye's posture. "

"With all due respect."

“……” Joe scratched his head with foam hands, and was very sad.

Turn around and look for the sketchpad.

After finding it out, Qiao looked at Mo Shen Jiu, who was sitting on the head of the bed, deep and cold. He asked, "is this how you paint?"

"Well."

Qiao Yimo then brought the chair, sat down, and put the drawing board on his leg, one hand to block the drawing board, the other hand to hold the pen.

Qiao Yimo's hand holding the pen is slightly soft.

Palms are sweating.

I don't know what to do.

The line of sight glides through Mo Shen Jiu's face, the knife carves the axe to carve, each edge angle is so clear.

With a sharp sense, residual cold light, the light sprinkled down, left on his face bright and dark, dark, deep and sinister, not dangerous.

On the dark pool of deep eyes, Joe to foam feel scalp some tight.

There is also a strange atmosphere in the air.

Joe dropped his eyes with foam and began to sketch on the paper.

Even if you are more proficient in sketching, if the person being painted is mo Shenjiu, he will be extremely nervous.

It's like a new painter.

The bedroom is very quiet, only the nib in the paper sliding rustle, is also so small and cautious.

Qiao Yimo didn't know who needed to look at whom.

In any case, every time I look up, I can see the deep black eyes of Mo Shen Jiu, like a terrible black hole in the dark night, which will devour her at any time.

For a long time --

"OK." The last time he looked up, Qiao Yimo found that Mo Shen Jiu was closed.

Joe put down his drawing board and looked forward, er, asleep?

"Nine masters?" Joe cried with foam and did not respond.

Isn't it? Just fall asleep? What should I do? This is the only bed she has here!

Qiao Yimo was very sad and did not dare to disturb his sleep.

Then he went to take a bath first. Maybe he would wake up after sleeping for a while.

Just wait for her to come out after the bath, Mo Shen nine is still asleep, posture has not changed.

Qiao froth helplessly, goes forward to cover the quilt gently on Mo Shen Jiu's body, and then pathetically goes to lie down on the table, preparing to be so particular about the whole night.

Anyway, she used to sleep on the street in foreign countries. It's nothing.

Dark eyes slowly open, cold light suddenly appeared deep, vision fell on the slender figure sleeping on the table, it seems that sleep uncomfortable, moving.

In the end, it stopped moving and fell asleep.

Mo Shenjiu gets up from the bed, and the tall figure devours the sleeping girl until it is completely covered.

The girl's unprepared sleeping face is charming. Mo Shen Jiu stares at it for a moment, then falls on the drawing board beside her.

His appearance was clearly printed on it, not to the point of looking in the mirror, but he drew a charm.

Waist slightly heavy, will sleep the girl to pick up, put on the bed.

White and beautiful face, unprepared, sleeping appearance is very quiet.

Mo Shen nine's sight fell on the top and took back his hand in a moment——"Well..." Qiao Yi Mo seems to be a good sleep is disturbed, frown, subconsciously turn over and embrace Mo Shen nine to leave the arm.

Mo Shenjiu's whole body is shocked. He looks at the small hand holding his arm tightly and his small face continuing to sleep. Finally, he puts on his clothes and lies down on the bed.

Qiao Yimo didn't know that she had a lot of people in her bed. She just felt that the bed was crowded and moved back a little.

Keep holding what's next to you.

After a series of them, Joe fell asleep.

From the beginning to the end are subconscious, eyes have not opened to the state of deep sleep.

Qiao Yi Mo felt not only a little squeeze, but also the cold on her lips, as if it was a feather, so she couldn't help sticking out her tongue to lick her lips.

Then the feather became heavy until she felt suffocated in her chest.

In the dead of night, it makes the atmosphere more weird and oppressive.

All the lights in the girls' dormitories are off, only the street lights in the school are still on.

The whole school was dim, and the light fell on the branches of the leaves, shadowy, like a ghost hand.

Liu Yuan was sitting on the branches of the tree, holding her chest in both hands, and looking coldly at Mo Junling not far below.

Look at the direction has always been the girls dormitory.

Knowing what he was looking at, he kept his present posture and did not move since Qiao Yimo and Jiu Ye appeared.

Are you waiting for the ninth master to come out? He's waiting, too.

Liu Yuan thinks that Jiuye will not sleep in the girls' dormitory this evening, will he? Good Mo palace, don't you sleep?

It turns out that there is no sign of anyone coming out of the dormitory.

When the sky was white with fish bellies, I saw the dark figure coming out of the girl's dormitory and went to the school gate.

Liu Yuan appeared behind him and followed him, "Jiu Ye, Mo Junling, the eldest son of Mo, stood outside his bedroom for a night, and has not left yet."

Mo Shen nine eyes deep and gloomy, "I know."

The cell phone rings vibrate.

Joe turned over and covered his forehead with a quilt.

However, cell phone ringtones are still drilling into the ear.