Cold CEO With Warm Love

Say, Mo Xiu Chen turned round to walk out, the footstep slightly shows some hasty.

When the man's figure disappears in front of him, the door closes, isolating all the sight outside and inside the door. Wen Yiyi's hand holding the quilt suddenly loosens.

The palms are already sweating.

Her face burst red picked up Mo Xiuchen put on the bed clothes, is a light pink long gauze skirt, skirt is very plain, in addition to the waist has a white flower, other places nothing.

This kind of Su is in harmony with Wen Yiyi's mind.

She picked up the long gauze skirt and the close fitting clothes and came down from the bed.

Shoes are too late to wear, Wen Yiyi wrapped in a thin quilt to the bathroom in a hurry.

It was ten minutes later when she went downstairs to have dinner.

Mo Xiuchen is sitting beside the sofa talking with a mobile phone. He hears the sound of walking downstairs and looks up at the stairs.

Seeing the little man coming here in the light pink gauze dress he had prepared for her, his white and soft face was still not bad, although there was no powder on it.

That pair of water Lingling eyes as clear as a spring, long and curly eyelashes, such as the butterfly to fly away, fluttering.

Mo Xiu Chen is looking at her appearance, the bottom of the heart can't help but pass a wipe strange.

He frowned, then took back his sight from Wen Yiyi, picked up his mobile phone and went to the balcony, and continued to talk with the people there.

Wen Yiyi went to the sofa and sat down, looking at his back standing on the balcony.

Although it is still around eight in the morning, the red sun has already risen in the sky.

The bright and dazzling sunlight sprinkled on him, plus the big tree outside the window was lifted to shine in, sprinkled on him, and the shadow on the ground

Wen Yiyi looked slightly stunned. He didn't even know when he hung up and came here.

"No class in the morning?" Mo Xiu Chen voice cool opening to ask.

The deep and dark eyes, like ink, stare at Wen Yiyi in a daze.

His hand is very casual on her shoulder, back against the soft sofa behind, cross legs, the fingertips of his right hand fall on the knee, gently beating.

Wen Yiyi listened to his voice, returned to God, shook his head: "No."

"Go to dinner with me at noon." Mo Xiuchen says immediately.

"Ah? Me Wen Yiyi was stunned for a moment and pointed to himself with a tangled expression on his face, "but I..."

She's busy working on the design draft for the competition

Mo Xiu Chen cool eyes see to come over, Wen Yi Yi that has already arrived at the mouth but haven't yet said the words of export, after his that record eyes see to come over, suddenly annihilate in the lips and teeth.

She bit her lip and nodded her head as she had to. She said in a strong voice, "OK."

"Very reluctant?"

Wen Yiyi shook his head, still a dull voice.

"No..."

"Is it?" Mo Xiu Chen Mou son lightly sees her one eye, "you whole face all write 'I don't want' several words."

“……” Wen Yiyi drew a little from the corner of his mouth, then directed at him with a smile uglier than crying, "that And now? "

Mo Xiuchen: "you still don't smile, strange ugly."

“……”

Wen Yiyi can't help clenching his fist, trying to resist the impulse to hit him with a fist.

She took a deep breath. As soon as she wanted to open her mouth, she heard a strange female voice coming through the kitchen: "Xiu, breakfast is ready. Can I take it out now?"

Wen Yiyi heard the sound, the whole person paused, looked up to the kitchen, and saw a beautiful young woman standing at the kitchen door.