Cold CEO With Warm Love

"What are you thinking?" When Wen Yiyi was in a daze, a man's deep and sweet voice suddenly came to her. She suddenly recovered from her wandering.

Looking up at the man who didn't know when to come back and walk in front of him, Wen Yiyi opened his mouth, as if to ask something, but he didn't know where to start.

Mo Xiuchen put the expression on her face into the fundus of her eyes, pulled the corners of her mouth, and said faintly in her voice: "let's have a meal first. Let's talk about it later."

"Oh, good." Wen Yiyi nodded and came down from the sofa.

Mo Xiu Chen lifted Mou to look around a circle, light voice asked a sentence: "clear Ling?"

"She answered a phone call in the afternoon and went out." Wen Yiyi looked at him, bit his lip, and said in a small voice: "it seems that your mother called..."

Mo Xiuchen's voice, mostly guessed that song Qiaoyuan also saw the microblog he sent, so he called to ask, but he didn't say anything more. He directly took her to the dining table.

In the process of eating, Wen Yiyi always buried his head and wanted to ask him a lot in his heart, but every time he raised his head and faced the man's indifferent face, he couldn't ask a word.

Maybe, maybe

Is it true that he was stolen in the afternoon, that's why he tweeted like that?

After dinner, Wen Yiyi cleaned up the residue on the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Mo Xiuchen leans on the wall of the door, looking at the people inside, the white light sprinkles on her small face, with unspeakable tranquility and softness.

His eyes fell on her red lips, his mind suddenly flashed that day in the kitchen, eyes slightly heavy.

Wen Yiyi washes the bowl, turns around, and sees him standing at the door, staring at her with burning eyes, with intense desire and fire flashing at the bottom of his eyes.

She was staring at him like that, and her heart beat unconsciously.

Wen Yiyi quickly looked away, untied the apron from his waist and hung it on the hook on one side. Then he was about to go out, but when he passed by, he reached out and stopped him.

Chin was raised by him, forced to look at him, the man's low voice came from the top of his head: "is there nothing you want to say to me?"

“……” Wen Yiyi looked at him, speechless.

"Well?" He repeated what he had just said.

Wen Yiyi bit his lip, and after a while he choked out two words: "thank you."

Thank him for solving the hot search on Weibo for her.

"That's all?" Mo Xiu Chen tiny frown, to her this reply obvious dissatisfaction, "still have?"

Wen Yiyi blinked and pretended: "what else?"

"You didn't read that microblog?" Mo Xiuchen frowned more tightly.

It's impossible. With his understanding of Mo Qingling, when he saw that microblog, he would scream and jump. He can't wait to tell the people around him, no matter who it is.

Now that microblog has been in the past for several hours, Wen Yiyi should know, unless

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were suddenly deep.

He stretched out his hand to pull Wen Yiyi, put her against the wall, lowered his head to her, the corners of his mouth faded out a little smile: "don't know, it doesn't matter, I'll let you know now."

"What Well... " Wen Yiyi just opened his mouth and said two words, then he blocked his mouth and could only make a low voice.

The man's big palm is on her slender waist. The heat of the palm almost burns Wen Yiyi's skin.