Evil Charm chief spoils his warm wife and is addicted

Chapter 95 Boiling (2)
An Mohan put his arm around An Yimo's shoulders, and walked towards the security checkpoint, An Yimo nodded.

"Mo Han, why do you want to take me to country H? Or, you just happened to have a business trip at the company, so you took me there for Christmas."

An Yimo acted like a baby to An Mohan, An Mohan pampered her and pressed a kiss on her forehead, then smiled charmingly with a pair of peach eyes, thinking in her heart, it seems that An Yimo really doesn't remember , but as long as he remembers.

"You'll know when the time comes. Don't ask so many questions now. We'll be there in two hours. You should rest for a while."

"it is good."

Two hours later, An Yimo and An Mohan finally arrived at their destination. An Yimo looked at the local customs, the beautiful buildings and scenery here, and An Yimo immediately felt extremely beautiful. In the past, she She always sees these scenes on TV, but because of her studies, she has never had time to come to this country. Now that she has finally come, she must have fun.

"Let's go to the hotel first."

An Mohan handed over the luggage to the two subordinates around him, then got into a stretched Rolls Royce, and headed towards the hotel.

"Wow, it's really Tower 101, Mo Han, we must remember to come here."

Along the way, An Yimo was observing the scenery outside curiously. Whenever he saw a familiar scene, An Yimo would scream excitedly.

"Since you like this place so much, we will live here often in the future."

"it is good."

An Mohan was also very happy to see An Yimo look so happy and happy. Since An Yimo came back from country M, many things happened, and he didn't have time to spend time with her, so he took advantage of these few days to God, he wanted to make her happy too.

"Master, Miss."

As soon as he walked into a hotel, An Yimo heard the receptionist at the counter greet them respectfully. An Yimo was still wondering how they knew them, but then he thought about it, this hotel should be owned by Momo International of.

"The room is ready, and lunch will be delivered to the young master and young lady later, so the young master and young lady can have a good rest."

"Okay, we got it."

Here, An Mohan and An Yimo had lunch and rested for a while, and finally, they started to go out to play.

On the other side, Yu Xuan, who was sitting on the sofa at home, looked at her mobile phone with a tangled face, yes, she was tangled, tonight is Christmas Eve, she was very nervous now, because she didn't know how to talk to her. Su Luo said that although Su Luo had agreed to spend Christmas with her, he was not yet ready for the confession.

At this time, her cell phone rang.

"Hickey."

"Xuanxuan, what are you doing?"

Xia Xi's teasing voice came from the other end of the phone, she curled her lips, "Xixi, won't you call specifically to ask me what I'm doing?"

"Hey, of course not. It's just that Yimo is not here. She told me to keep an eye on your progress. We want to get first-hand information."

Xia Xi took it for granted, while Yu Xuan was helpless, but she was also very happy. Fortunately, Xia Xi called her, and now she seems not to be nervous anymore.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, I will be the first to tell you when I have good news, by the way, Yimo seems to have gone to country H, do you know?"

"Well, she said it, and now she is probably having a good time there, well, there is news to tell us, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Xuan walked into her room, found out all her clothes, and tried them on one by one.

"Xuanxuan, what are you doing? Why did you take out so many clothes?"

After hearing the noise, Mother Yu walked into her daughter's room, and what she saw was Yu Xuan trying on clothes one by one in front of the mirror.

"Mom, what do you think of this one? Does it look good?"

"Looks good, looks good, my Xuanxuan looks good in anything she wears."

Mother Yu looked at Yu Xuan with a proud face, Yu Xuan put the clothes on the bed, took her mother's hand and sat on the bed.

"Mom, I'm your daughter, of course I'm beautiful."

Yu Xuan snuggled into Yu's mother's arms, full of coquettishness.

"Mom's Xuanxuan has really grown up."

Mother Yu hugged Yu Xuan and sighed, because Yu Xuan buried her face in her mother's arms, so she didn't see the complicated expression on Mother Yu's face.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and the whole world is in a carnival, of course, including An Yimo and An Mohan.

Walking hand in hand with someone you like on the street on a snowy night should be the most romantic, An Yimo held An Mohan's hand tightly, thinking happily, looking at An Mohan beside him, An Yimo felt This moment seemed like a lifetime.

"What's wrong, why are you looking at me like that?"

An Mohan sensed An Yimo's gaze, and immediately turned to ask her.

An Yimo shook his head, "It's nothing, I just want to see you."

"Silly, let's go, let's go to Tower 101, I heard that there is a special show there today, and, don't you always want to make a wish on Tower 101, let's go, let's make a wish."

"it is good."

An Yimo cheered happily, feeling the romantic atmosphere, An Yimo couldn't help but want to express his happiness out loud.

"Tower 101, here I come, Merry Christmas!"

Then, An Yimo spun back and forth in the snow, while An Mohan stood there straight, lovingly looking at An Yimo who was twirling in the snow.

This scene was photographed by curious passers-by. In the photo, An Mohan looked at An Yimo with such affection and tenderness, and An Yimo, who was dancing in the snow, was smiling so happily. Beautiful and moving.

"Hello miss, can I take a photo with you, you are the most beautiful oriental woman I have ever seen."

A foreign man finally couldn't hold back seeing An Yimo's beautiful smile, and wanted to get to know An Yimo, but with An Mohan around, he had no chance.

Sure enough, An Mohan's face turned black when he saw this scene. Although he wanted An Yimo to smile happily, he didn't want others to stare at Yimo so covetously.

"Sorry, she can't take a photo with you. We have to leave in a hurry."

An Mohan stepped forward and hugged An Yimo tightly, hugging her tightly, then glanced at the foreign man provocatively.

"Sorry to interrupt."

The man looked embarrassed, apologized hastily, and left. Of course, some passers-by who shared the same thoughts as the man, saw this scene, and they all dispelled their thoughts. An Mohan, the flower protector, was there Standing, they dare not.

(End of this chapter)