After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 1351 What did the young master tell her?
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Mo Han lowered his head and looked at Han Luochu, while Han Luochu looked away guiltily. The two of them didn't speak any more, and they were so quiet that they could hear the cries of insects outside the window.

The powerful aura pouring out of the man made her a little breathless, reminding her all the time how close they were at this moment, he was standing in front of her not two steps away, breathing, nose It was filled with the smell he was familiar with.

The man looked at her without saying a word, his eyes were hot, as if he was about to say something, this kind of eyes made her feel uncomfortable, as if there were hundreds of ants crawling around her body, her scalp was tight and her hair stood on end.

Such a stagnant atmosphere is really embarrassing, maybe she should find a topic to break the embarrassment, so she spoke first, "That."

"I think." Two voices sounded in unison.

Just as she opened her mouth, Mo Han in front of her also opened her mouth at the same time. The two stopped at the same time after hearing each other's voices. They looked at each other, waiting for the other to speak first, and the atmosphere became quiet again. This time it was even more embarrassing. More embarrassing than not speaking.

After a while of silence, the two of them saw that neither of them seemed to want to speak, so they spoke again.

"I think."

"that."

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Both of them were speechless at the same time, both stopped and did not speak.

Han Luochu was so embarrassed that his cheeks were stained with a blush, and he squeezed his little hands nervously, feeling embarrassed and joyful at the same time, his heart pounding like a deer.

It's so embarrassing to talk to the young master.

Mo Han pursed his lips, the expression on his face didn't change much, it didn't look like her embarrassment, his thin lips lifted slightly, and he said again, "What do you want to say?"

Han Luochu lowered his head shyly, his face was flushed, his eyelashes trembled slightly with his movements, like the wings of a butterfly, and his hands were awkwardly stirring the corners of his clothes, as if he wanted to break them before he was reconciled. Hearing his words, she was nervous He raised his head, glanced at him cautiously, then hurriedly lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Well, you should talk about it first."

She wanted to know what the young master told her?
Mo Han stared at the shy girl in front of him with deep eyes, completely different from the usual ice-coldness. If the previous Luo Chu was a Tianshan snow lotus exuding a cold aura, then the Luo Chu at this moment is definitely a gardenia flower. Zihua, young and beautiful.

If it wasn't for the face or that face, he would have thought that Luo Chu in front of him was a fake.

His deep eyes became darker and thicker, he licked his dry lips, his eyes became hotter and hotter, like a furnace, trying to burn people to death.

He opened his lips and wanted to say something, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, but he didn't say anything, as if something was blocked in his throat.

Han Luochu lowered his head and waited for a while, but he didn't wait for his words. Instead, he felt that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter, like a hot fireball, trying to burn her to death. She straightened her back, and she was so nervous that she couldn't help it. breathe.

Suddenly, a strong male hormonal breath enveloped her, squeezing all the air out of her, the tall figure blocked all the light on her body, and the scorching breath was on top of her head, blowing on her scalp, and her whole body was aroused. Layers of goosebumps.

She trembled in fright, raised her head reflexively, and immediately bumped into a pair of deep and dark black eyes, which were like a turbulent sea, filled with thick clouds, as if to swallow people up, and her astonished face It was in the black pupil without a trace of impurities.

Young master, when did he lean over?
(End of this chapter)