Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 722 If I Don't Touch You, You Seem Quite Lost

"It seems to be Mo Xin's younger sister, Qiao Anchu."

"Sister?" Yan Si frowned when he heard the words, looked at the screen and said coldly: "Why have I never heard Moxin mention it?"

Moxin, she has a younger sister?

How is it possible, she never mentioned it to him.

The man in black touched his chin and said, "It's not Momo's own sister, it's just that the Qiao family hugged her wrongly. But because of some plagiarism, this wrongly hugged sister was kicked out by the Qiao family."

"I'm afraid I won't accept Mo Xin, so I made a fuss at the engagement wedding."

What exactly happened, he didn't know.

While speaking, the computer suddenly dinged and rang.

#Qiao Anchu retribution#
Yan Si glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and immediately his eyes lit up, and he quickly opened them.

All I saw was a video of a woman being hung on the top floor of the hotel suddenly appeared on the screen.

The woman struggled, but unfortunately her mouth was stuffed with cotton cloth.

No sound at all.

In the next second, Yan Si touched the mouse and clicked on the netizen's comment.

If I didn't guess wrong, it was Mo Xin who did it!
All in all, Mo Xin has a grudge against Qiao Anchu.

And the hatred is unclear.

Yan Si narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and an unknown emotion flashed across his eyes.

He opened his mouth slowly, and said, "Take someone to S City and bring this woman back."

Hearing this, the man in black was slightly troubled, "Mr. President, this"

Yan Si said coldly: "No matter what, we must bring her back alive."

She is useful, very useful.

She might be a pawn he used to bring down Mo Xin.

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the other side.

Inside the Baiyunbao Bieyuan President Hotel.

Qiao Yimo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

She wiped her head and walked over to the bed.

She was wearing a black shirt.

It's men's.

The loose style, long and big, she directly removed the trousers, exposing the two slender white legs to the air.

The man's eyes dimmed.

He got up directly, walked up to the girl, and picked her up.

He carried her to the bed and reached for the towel in her hand.

During the process, the hands of the two touched inadvertently.

The man's fingertips lightly brushed the back of her hand.

Qiao Yimo's heart skipped a beat, and goose bumps all over her body instantly.

The man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was very hoarse, "I'll wipe your hair for you."

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips and sat on the man's lap.

Today is the engagement day, so it should be a bridal chamber.

But he didn't speak, and Qiao Yimo was too embarrassed to provoke her.

The man's hot breath sprayed all over her snow-white neck.

Hot and numb!
Very uncomfortable and aggrieved!
Perhaps the man noticed her strangeness, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Momo, are you thinking about that?"

"Don't you want to?" She looked directly at him without any shyness.

Leng Yu's breathing became more rapid, he suppressed the impulse of his body, and shook his head, "I have something to do later, maybe I have to go out for a while."

"Is it about Qiao Anchu?"

"No."

It must be very important to make him hold her back.

He didn't want to say, and she didn't want to ask more, so she calmed down and spread her hands, "Okay."

Maybe she didn't know, her tone was a little disappointed.

But the man heard it, he smiled, and joked: "I won't touch you, you seem to be quite lost."

Somehow, a sense of embarrassment of being exposed spontaneously arose, Qiao Yimo got off the man's lap, and denied, "No."

(End of this chapter)