Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Drunks all say they are not drunk...

Zhu Zhu was originally worried about her. Just when she wanted to follow in, the phone rang and she couldn't get her hands free, so she decided to give up, "Then I'll go first. You remember to take a shower and don't take a bath for fear that you will drown in it. "

"I know, you are just like the old mother..."

The smile on Chi Huan's face disappeared as soon as the door was closed.

She leaned on the door and rested for ten seconds, then stood up straight again, and looked back at her room tonight—

So luxurious.

The space is ridiculously large, the style is cold and expensive, and the business is low-key luxury.

Rao Yi's style of prodigal in the past two years is bright.

When did Tang Yueze become so generous, it must be the most expensive and most expensive suite in Lancheng... He was actually willing.

She threw the bag in her hand and walked towards the huge French window. She almost fell a few times, and finally took off her high heels and walked barefoot.

She lay her hands on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and through the thick glass, she could overlook the lights of the city.

Only then did she discover that this place seemed to be the highest place in Lancheng.

But Chi Huan had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery at the moment.

Today is the film festival, she just won the queen laurel, a group of people celebrated for her in the evening, she drank a little bit, but she was not drunk, she just looked drunk.

Everyone thought she was so happy that she had taken the queen, and everyone toast drank it.

In fact, women don't like to drink when they are happy, they drink only when they are sad.

Moreover, the more you drink, the more sober you are.

She lifted her face and looked at herself vaguely on the glass.

I have tasted my long-cherished wish, is that what I said?

Over the years, she played scheming, played tricks, dealt with, worked hard, and finally broke a new blood path.

The laurel crown of the queen is like the peak she wants to climb. She has been fighting for it, filming, and killing her blood, as if everyone knows that this is the ultimate goal she most wants.

But no one knew, this was the thing she didn't want to get.

After the long-cherished wish...

What else makes her work hard and focus.

She looked at herself reflected in the glass, as if looking at a stranger.

Suddenly, I don't know when a man appeared on the side, reflecting quietly from a distance, as if looking at her.

this is……

Her pupils suddenly tightened, her fingers curled up, and she slowly stroked the faint outline.

If you drink too much, you can also have hallucinations.

I miss him so much...

Mo Shiqian.

It's really everywhere. As long as she has a little free time, as long as she takes a little defense, he will appear domineering and grandiose in her mind.

Her Mo Shiqian... Others' Mo Shiqian.

A man's footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and it was exceptionally clear in this quiet space. Chi Huan became stiff and turned around suddenly. Long as a jade figure, standing less than two meters away from her.

The handsome man, the clear features perfectly coincide with the face in her mind.

His lower body is black trousers, straight and slender, and he is a pure white shirt. The buttons of the shirt are not fully buttoned, and his collarbone is faintly exposed. He is obviously sexy, but inexplicably abstinent.

With a thin smile on his lips, looking at her dumb face, his extremely magnetic voice whispered, "Huanhuan."

With these simple words, people can't tell whether it is petting or indifferent.

Or, temptation, a deliberate temptation to watch the prey enter the net and sit on the sidelines.

Chi Huan listened to his voice, and all the alcohol tonight seemed to have poured into her mind in an instant, making her so drunk that she couldn't distinguish anything.

Stumbled, she just walked towards him.

Before he could get to him, he almost fell off.

A strong arm firmly supported her waist, and the man's clear and cold breath came out, accompanied by the man's chuckle, "Why are you so careless?"

Is it a dream, or an illusion.

How could Mo Shiqian be here? He has already disappeared. He has disappeared completely in her world long ago.

She hadn't heard even this name for a long, long time.

But how could Chi Huan take care of this, and she couldn't remember it for a long time. She threw directly into his arms, put her arms around his thin waist, and muttered, "You are back..."

She stood on tiptoe and looked at him with her face up, like she was delighted and wronged, "Are you really back? I'm dreaming."

The man lowered his head, his handsome face covered with a thin smile, one hand supporting her head, the other hand through her hair, like a gentle tone, "Yes, I'm back,"

Deep and deep eyes looked at her calmly, her thin lips pressed against her ears, and she said every word, "I'm back... Was it unexpected?"

Chi Huan wrapped his arms around his neck, crying and laughing, "I miss you so much..."

The man raised her chin with his fingers, the curvature of the lips deepened, and the breath fell on her ear bones, "How much do you think?"

She looked at the handsome face in front of her, with a serious expression on her red face, "I think about it every day."

Mo Shiqian remembered listening to other people's evaluations of her tonight, and she was beautiful.

It is indeed a peerless elegance.

And... more and more seduce men.

He lowered his head, his thin lips were close to her ears, and he took a breath, and said in a low voice with a faintly smiling **** voice, "Then you prove that you think about me every day."

Proof... How would she prove it?

Chi Huan looked at him in confusion, his eyebrows, his nose, and finally, his gaze fell on his lips.

Then, red lips took the initiative to kiss without thinking about it.

Once kissed, it is inseparable.

After kissing, Chi Huan was beaten up by the man, turned and walked over to the huge double bed.

Even in this process, he did not stop kissing.

Chi Huan was robbed of his sanity by alcohol and year-round longing, leaving only the last instinct.

Until they both fell on the bed.

The red skirt was torn apart by the man in vain, his hand was raised, the skirt floated in the air, and then slowly fell on the carpet, but no one saw it again.

Chi Huan's arms always circled his neck, allowing all her senses and nerves to indulge in this superb kiss, and letting the man's hands peel off all her clothes one by one.

Women’s expensive and beautiful skirts, men’s trousers, and shirts are all scattered on the carpet and mixed together.

Looking at the past from afar, you can imagine what kind of intense affair happened.

Condescendingly, his dark dark eyes looked calmly at the woman's already confused face.

He put his fingers down, and he felt an emotional reaction as expected.

Hooking out the icy arc, the temperature in the eyes continued to drop, condensing cold frost.

Heh, is it cured?

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