President Hunting Love is too fierce

In the misty smog, her beautiful face was looming, and she was as peaceful and happy as in a dream.

Mo Fengya looked at her strange face in confusion.

But there was an indescribable faint heartache and love in his heart, as if twisting his fingers, it softened his cold face.

He couldn't help stretching out his fingers, and gently traced her eyebrows, so cautiously, as if afraid that she would disappear in the next second.

This is a very strange feeling, obviously this woman is so strange to him. [

But deep in his heart, he always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Let him look at her differently, let him have a strong urge to keep her when he sees her for the first time.

Why is this happening?

"Who the hell are you? Why do I care so much about you? I obviously don't know you." He stroked her soft mouth with his fingertips,

No matter where this feeling came from, he wanted to follow his intuition until he figured out what was going on.

Mo Fengya gently hugged her to his bed, saw her closed her eyes and muttered in dissatisfaction, and got into the bed comfortably like a kitten.

Can't help laughing, this woman is strange enough.

In front of strangers, she was able to fall asleep so defenselessly. Should I say that she was bold, it was better to be bold.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Seeing that she was asleep, Mo Fengya was afraid of waking her up.

Quickly took the phone, cut off the ringtone, but inadvertently saw five words flashing on the screen: Dearest.

He suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Looking at the five words that kept beating, he felt very dazzling, and had the urge to crush the phone.

This call is from her boyfriend.

Hmph, dearest, only couples can use this nasty title!

Mo Fengya looked at the persistent phone call, a cold light flashed in his eyes, gloomy and dark.

When he thought that she already had a boyfriend, he felt an uncontrollable anger and jealousy.

I want to throw that boyfriend whom I haven't even met to feed the crocodile.

With a cold face, he walked out on the terrace with his mobile phone and connected the call.

Immediately there was a sound from inside. [

"Where are you, why haven't you answered my call for so long?"

There was a domineering and dissatisfied voice on the phone. Although young and immature, it was full of male chauvinistic possessiveness.

The tone is very intimate, and there is a faint taste of coquettishness.