Cold CEO With Warm Love

See clearly is a milk white kitten, Wen Yiyi carrying a heart just fell down, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then feel what's wrong.

A lift eye, then bump into the man that deep eye in.

With Mo Xiuchen's eyes down, Wen Yiyi's eyes fell on his hand holding his arm tightly, and his little face "rubbed" red.

She quickly took back her hand, look flustered, wenyiyi mouth want to explain something, and afraid more explain more confused.

Mo Xiu Chen slanted her one eye, bent over to lift the small milk cat, throw on the sofa of one side, then turn round to walk toward the second floor.

Seeing this, Wen Yiyi quickly follows up.

After Mo Xiuchen went up, he went directly into his bedroom and left Wen Yiyi alone standing outside the door, wondering whether to go in or not.

Wen Yiyi bit his lip and summoned up the courage to speak, "Mo Xiuchen..."

She just said three words, she heard Mo Xiuchen's cool voice coming from inside: "come in, close the door by the way."

"Oh." Wen Yiyi low should, white tender small hand holding skirt angle, small step small step move in, and then close the door, while looking at the furnishings of the house.

All the furnishings, curtains, wallpaper, bedding, carpets, are all gray. It can be said that apart from gray, Wen Yiyi can't find any other color.

The man is sitting by the bed, his suit coat is taken off and thrown aside, so he is only wearing a white shirt.

The two buttons on the neckline were untied by him at will, and his black hair fell to his forehead, adding some indescribable evil charm to his handsome features.

Mo Xiuchen takes out the lighter and cigarette box from the bedside table. He skillfully takes out a cigarette and puts it between his fingers. After lighting it, he takes it to his lips and takes a breath, then spits it out.

Across that layer of white smoke, his long, narrow and deep black eyes locked the face of Wen Yiyi not far away. The look of his eyes was dark and unclear. Mo Xiuchen's voice said faintly: "come here."

Simple two words, but full of self-evident power.

Wen Yiyi hesitated for a moment, or walked towards him.

She walked very slowly, as if to delay time, snail speed forward.

Mo Xiuchen good temper patience to see her, suddenly feel that she is still some lovely, thin lips not from slightly upward, "you are I come down to hold you go?"

"No!" Wen Yiyi shakes his head, takes some big steps to his bed, but it is separated by a meter.

Mo Xiu Chen tiny squint, smoked a cigarette, the voice is low, "approach a point."

Wen Yiyi gritted his teeth and walked a third, but it was still half a meter away from him.

"I'll hold you?" He looked at her with a smile.

Wen Yiyi pursed her lips and took another step. Now there is only half a meter left.

Wen Yiyi just stood firm, and before she could speak, a hand suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled it down. She was unprepared, and the whole person's center of gravity fell down unsteadily.

A whirling moment, he was under pressure.

Wen Yiyi stares at his face close at hand. Her heart beats wildly. She murmurs, "Mo Xiuchen?"

Her voice is full of uneasiness, looking at Mo Xiuchen's eyes, the fear of fundus is hard to cover.

"Scared?" Mo Xiu Chen smoked a cigarette, turn head to hurtle her to ask a way.

When he spoke, the smoke from his mouth sprayed on Wen Yiyi's face. She couldn't get used to the smell. She was choked by the smoke from him, and her face turned red. Her eyes were shining with crystal clear tears.