Fickle CEO

"Can I pick it up?" Her upturned small face still showed a trace of weak pale, but her eyes were bright with longing.

Mu Yanchen sees heart palpitation, bow head shallow peck her lip, be regarded as gentle acquiescence.

Take out the mobile phone which is covered with heat. The mobile phone reflects a light in the dark room, and the name of Nie Mingxuan is flashing on it. Lanxi has a trace of timidity for a moment, but suddenly feels that muyanchen moves. She trembles for a moment, and her soft arm tightens again. He won't let him go. In his extreme desire, he even shows a trace of fear. Fortunately, muyanchen just intends to Move, did not get up. He froze for a while, deep eyes in the mood complex, a few seconds later slowly held her face, lingering kiss fell down again.

Her finger has pressed the answer button.

Nie Mingxuan came in with a smiling voice: "Luyao's plane will go abroad tomorrow morning. I told you about it and said that I would like to see you off together. Why did you not answer several phone calls? What are you up to? "

Lan Xi slants head, soft voice way: "you look for my elder brother?"

Nie Mingxuan on the opposite side was obviously stunned. He almost thought that he had made the wrong number. He took it away and looked at it. Then he determined that it was mu Yanchen's number. He put on his ears again and said with a gentle smile, "Hello, sister."

In such a broad day, hearing the voice made him feel a thrill of unreal.

Lan Xi pursed his lips and lifted his eyes to ask for mu Yanchen's advice. He must have heard Nie Mingxuan's words just now. Mu Yanchen breathed a deep sigh of relief, folded his thick eyelashes, and slowly buried himself in her neck, smelling the fresh and attractive taste of her body. In a hoarse voice, he said in a hoarse voice: "tell him that he is not free. Tell Lu Yao that he is not free. Tell him that he has a safe journey for me."

Lanxi chest full of warmth, pursed his lips, and after a long time pasted the receiver, whispered: "my brother said - go, but take me."

Mu Yanchen's strong body suddenly became stiff.

Before Nie Mingxuan could speak, his hand covered his mobile phone and suppressed his voice. He got up and looked down at the man in his arms. He looked at her deeply. He said, "don't make a fuss Your high fever has just gone. "

Lanxi water eyes Yingying looking at him, biting lips do not speak, that calm in the appearance of innocence, as if to tell him, her words have been said, can not be taken back.

Mu Yanchen has no way.

After a long time, the ups and downs in his deep eyes slowly dispersed. He bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips, which was acquiescence. Lan Xi pasted his delicate mobile phone with silver light in the ink color on his ear side. The corner of his mouth finally drew up a light and happy smile, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "I didn't hear you clearly. You say the address again."

After hanging up the phone, I felt that the night became gentle. The darkness in the room spread like strong coffee. However, there was still a little bright light outside. After sleeping for several hours, he was slightly swept away. Lanxi gradually regained a bit of vitality, and could not bear to quarrel with him in the quilt.

For the third time, he pulled out her small hand which was between the buttons of his shirt and held her delicate skeleton in the palm of his hand. Mu Yanchen's eyes were deep and complicated, and his thin lips, which were pursed into a line, gave a low voice warning: "don't get angry, otherwise the party will not be able to go. You will lie in bed all night long."

Lan Xi was scratching his palm and rubbing two times in his arms: "then go now."

"Lie down a little longer." Mu Yanchen's soft voice coaxes her.

Lanxi is obedient, really lying down and waiting for spiritual recovery, but her hands are still dishonest. She encircles his strong waist and touches his abdominal muscles through his thin shirt. She has only seen but never touched the thing called abdominal muscle in legend. Through the clothes, it feels a little hard, showing the strength of hair and tension, and it starts to break.

Mu Yanchen is finally able to make sure that she has recovered. Her handsome eyebrows and eyes are full of charm. She stares at the gentle and cunning smile of the people in her arms. As gorgeous as a sunny day, her big hands are equally impolite, picking off the edge of her loose bathrobe, touching in, and holding her delicate buttocks in her low exclamation.

She cried, pinched and kneaded by him. She leaned wrongly in his arms and shrank upward.

There was nothing to wear in the bathrobe. Just touching it twice, mu Yanchen couldn't stand it. He took back his hand and continued to hold her, kissing her to quench his thirst.

One hour later, when Lan Xi went out, she saw two cups on the table with half a cup of water. She was stunned.

"Has anyone been in the house?" She was a little confused.

Mu Yanchen stood at the door to greet her to come over to change shoes, eyes dark as the light of the night: "hurry up, will be late."

Trot in the past, the scarf hanging in the neck is loose, and mu Yanchen pulls up a corner to go around again. After his illness, he breathed the cold air outside. Some of them were afraid and some of them were happy, but most of them were happy. Lanxi stepped back to look at him, and his beautiful eyes in a smile were bright and bright: "brother, do you think I look like a squirrel?"

She was wrapped in two layers of cotton padded clothes, which she had never worn in winter.

In the early snow of C City, mu Yanchen came out in a straight black color, just like the person in the painting, staring at her mouth, picking up a smile and driving. When Lan Xi sat up, she stamped her feet gently and shook the snow on the carpet. When she lifted her eyes, she suddenly rang out and the ring was where she had put it.Clear water eyes Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng, she hugged the chest, covered the inside sweater above the small pocket.

There it is.

The car started slowly, and Lan Xi's feeling of slight malaise rose in her heart. She stretched out her red fingers and turned on the radio. She continued to listen to her favorite channel. When the funny voice sounded in the car again, she laughed, with an illusion that the beauty of all this was still hers, all of which was her.

Mu Yanchen watched her look from the rearview mirror. After gradually opening steadily, one hand came down from the steering wheel and held her cool little hand in the palm.

***

seeing such a scene again, Nie Mingxuan was much more frightened than the first time.

"My sister doesn't have class today?" At a distance, he began to laugh.

Lan River and so on approached, only from the scarf to reveal the wrapped half of the small face, light voice way: "sick, now just good."

Nie Mingxuan was stunned and couldn't help drooping his head: "so Is there any taboo? "

The dishes ordered by the people at that table just now are more delicious.

Lan Xi did not understand, subconsciously looked at Mu Yan Chen, Mu Yan Chen clenched her hand, handsome eyebrows full of charm, low way: "give her some congee is good."

Nie Mingxuan knew it clearly and continued to walk in with a smile.

The exquisite flavor of Kyoto spreads in the magnificent corridor. Even the name of the box is elegant. Nie Mingxuan feels his breath is getting weaker and weaker as he walks. He says to his side, "Yan Chen, there's something I need to remind you about."

Mu Yanchen does not stop, give him a look to indicate that he has something to say quickly.

Holding the unlit smoke between his fingers, Nie Mingxuan hesitated and said, "Mu Ran is also in it..."

Before mu Yanchen could speak again, he explained: "it's a coincidence that we came just in time for director Yan's dinner. I went to drink two cups of Mu ran and then came along. You know that it's not suitable for her to have such a meal as a little girl. Her father knows that she doesn't like politics, but she always exercises her..."

The waiter pushed the dining car to come over. Mu Yanchen gently took Lanxi to the other side of his body and placed it in his arms. He looked at Nie Mingxuan with a cool thin eye: "so?"

Nie Mingxuan:

He laughed, did not speak, directly from the side of the head will be lit, smoke a look to Lan River: "sister do not mind?"

"You mean my brother's girlfriend?" She raised her eyes.

Nie Mingxuan nods, it seems that she knows.

"But isn't that fake?" Lan Xi water Mou clear ground looks at him, "you are my brother's best friend, you even this all don't know?"

Nie Mingxuan suddenly choked, biting the cigarette holder, almost swallow the whole cigarette!

What kind of mouth did the little girl have?!

Aware that he is a bit sharp, Lanxi looks down awkwardly, firmly holding mu Yanchen to stop talking, and restores his clever appearance. Nie Mingxuan almost feels that just like that is just his illusion of trance.

All the boxes are close to passing.

"Ah ah," Nie Mingxuan recalled, some humiliation had to hold them, "to this side."

Push open the door, as expected, a burst of laughter poured in.

Among them, the man named Luyao refused the wine cups handed in from all directions, saying that he could not drink on the plane, while Yan Muran, who was dressed in a fine woolen coat, was sitting on the inner side, with a charming and beautiful smell in his curly chestnut hair tail. He was smiling, and looked at mu Yanchen at the moment when the box door was pushed open.

There is a seat beside Yan Mu ran. She smiles gently and opens her chair to wait for him to come.

Nie Mingxuan is clear, smile deeper, clap Mu Yan Chen's shoulder way: "the waiter adds two seats next to me, you collective move to the side, quick."

Yan Mu ran listened to this, but there was no movement. He continued to taste the soup.

Lan Xi's eyes subconsciously fall on her little finger, smooth and smooth hand, the position of wearing tail ring is empty.