After being scum, I was reborn into the arms of President Ba's ex-husband

Chapter 28 No.20 Eight Brothers' Legs Are Not Legs

He didn't look back, and said in a low and sexy voice, "I haven't forgotten."

Long Moran's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his tone was brisk, "That's good."

She moved to his side step by step, restraining the thought of hugging him, stretched out her small white hand, and raised it, "Car keys."

Gong Junmo took out the key from his trouser pocket, still staring out of the window, and stretched out his hand to pass it to her. Long Moran deliberately leaned forward, and the man's hand accidentally touched her bulging bump.

"Snapped."

The key fell on the floor.

Long Moran burst into a smile, lazily and with a bewitching voice, "Mr. Gong~, why are your hands shaking?"

The warm breath sprayed on the side of his face, and the scent of gardenia penetrated into his nostrils regardless, his heart was burning hot, and the back of his ears blushed.

Long Moran bent down to pick up the key, with a calm expression on his face, as if deliberately teasing her, he made a gesture of invitation to Gong Junmo.

"Let's go! President Gong."

He frowned slightly, suppressed the wild fire in his heart, turned his head, glanced at her, but quickly looked away, and finally landed on top of her head, "Where are you going?"

"Of course it's the last thing to do, and then Mr. Gong hugs the beauty back! Today's trending pictures are good, as long as Mr. Gong is smiling a little, it's perfect."

Gongjun Mo's dark pupils were full of puzzlement, just in time to be seen by Long Moran, she exclaimed, "Mr. Gong, don't you know?"

She flicked her phone and opened the headlines for him to read.

"Tsk tsk! Yi's daughter and Gong's president, childhood sweethearts, are a perfect couple, not bad."

He opened his mouth, and the words of explanation stuck in his throat. Thinking of something, his cold eyes dimmed, and he strode out the door.

Long Moran looked into his eyes, shook his head slightly, followed his footsteps, and said softly, how could he be so unconfident?

Luo Bei was already outside the door a long time ago, looking at the broken door, his heart was filled with turmoil, Bawanghua wouldn't swallow his master, right?

Looking at the neatly dressed master who came out, his eyes were full of doubts.

Could it be that the master finally knows how to revive Husband Gang?

The small flame burning in Luobei's heart burned into his brain, and he said excitedly, "Master, you are promising."

Then two eyes of death flanked him one after the other. With a mournful face, he thought to himself, what the hell, why did the truth come out?

Long Moran smiled in his phoenix eyes, stepped up to Luo Bei's side, and said with a drawn out tone, "Assistant Luo~, so you also think your master is not good!"

Then he raised his eyes meaningfully and forgot to glance at it. The man who was two steps away from her smiled seductively. Under his gaze, he swaggered past him and entered the elevator.

When the elevator closed, he left a sentence, "Mr. Gong has a body like Xiaojiaohua, just wait for me where I am."

Luo Bei huddled his weak and helpless body, and cursed inwardly: "Bone Essence delivered food, and he didn't forget to step on him before leaving."

Gong Junmo pressed the twitching forehead, took a look at the man who was as quiet as a chicken, and said in a cold voice, "Tomorrow, all the toilets of the Gong's Group will be yours."

Luobei groaned, Bawanghua can't deal with this person, she really exposed her old background.

"Ok?"

Luo Bei trembled when he heard the dangerous voice, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

As soon as Gong Junmo raised his hand, he disappeared on the 17th floor in an instant. He was afraid that if he was a second late, he would die here.

Protecting your own safety is the most important thing.

"Ding."

When the elevator opened, Long Moran saw the man's straight back, and the black clothes set him off even more mysteriously and abstinently, especially following his steps, outlining the lines of his legs.

My brother's legs are not legs, but spring water on the banks of the Seine.

These words suddenly sounded in her mind.

She looked down at the bottom left of her thumping, and said softly, "Be good, I won't let him go, be quiet."

Gong Junmo frowned, staring at the door that was kicked in the middle and laying on the side, looking at Jiaojiao Rourou, how could she have such terrifying strength?
The faint scent of gardenia became stronger and stronger, and he didn't dare to turn his head, so he raised his legs and entered the room.

Just sat on the couch.

Long Moran was sitting opposite him, leaning back slightly, holding a short but thick iron rod in his hand, slapping his palms casually, narrowing his beautiful eyes, "Mr. Gong, my last condition is to challenge you." Let me tell you the fairy tale that the ancients never deceived me."

Only then did Gong Junmo raise his eyes, meeting her playful eyes, and her enchanting face, he was puzzled, and his voice could not be heard, "What do you mean?"

Hearing this, Long Moran's red lips turned up slightly, he leaned forward, looked directly at his dark pupils, and said word by word, "Mr. Gong, it's the iron rod in my hand. When will you grind it into embroidery needles? When will I signature."

When the words fell, the man sat beside him, smiled and put the iron rod into his arms, blinked his eyes and said seriously, "Mr. Gong, I am optimistic about you! Come on!"

Gong Junmo was like a sculpture, it took him a long time to recover, and he looked down at the heavy iron rod on his leg.

The big hand with well-articulated joints exhausted all her strength and barely picked it up. It was so heavy that she lifted it with just one hand.

What if you accidentally hit your foot.

Long Moran looked sideways at his overwhelmed look, licked her lips, got up and stood beside him, bent over, raised his chin, and stared into his dark and deep eyes.

Close at hand.

"Mr. Gong, remember not to ask others to help. If I find out, then it will not be such a simple task."

After the words fell, I pressed the thin lips that Xiao had thought about for a long time, and tasted it until I stopped.

"stamp."

Then leave without hesitation.

When he walked to the door, he turned his head, hooked his lips and said domineeringly, "President Gong, if you still want to run, I don't mind tying you up, bye, see you tonight."

If Luobei were here, he would be crazy.

The script is wrong!
Gong Junmo has not recovered for a long time
Yi Muxue was drinking coffee with Lin Qingxian when she received a call from Long Moran.

After hanging up the phone, her almond eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Mu Xue, who is it!"

Lin Qingxian took a sip of coffee and said.

Yi Muxue's eyebrows were slightly cold, and she said in a deep voice, "Long Moran."

Lin Qingxian paused for a moment, her eyes flicked, "My sister must be looking at today's trending searches, and she can't hold back anymore. If she wants to trouble you, Mu Xue might as well just use her tricks."

"How can I just plan?" She looked at Lin Qingxian with bright eyes.

She got up and sat next to Yi Muxue, and whispered something.

"Qingxian, your idea is really great." She said gratefully.

Lin Qingxian smiled mockingly from a place she couldn't see.

What a no-brainer lady.

Three in the afternoon.

A quiet coffee shop.

Two women with completely different looks sat opposite each other, the long-haired and arrogant one in black, and the graceful and gentle one in the pink long skirt.

Yi Muxue brushed her hair and said softly, "What can I do for you?"

Long Moran leaned on the chair, resting one hand on the chair and the other on the table, with a flamboyant expression, "Miss Yi, you probably don't want to bear the name of mistress!"

(End of this chapter)