Fickle CEO

She had a little big tongue, and when she finished, her little face was red and burned badly.

Mu Yanchen's eyes cover her head. Lan Xi doesn't dare to look at it. Her long eyelashes hang down and she is defeated.

For a long time, the cold voice came from the top of his head: "don't report to me."

-- he has no obligation to know what she is doing and how rebellious she is. Those things have nothing to do with mu Yanchen.

Turn to walk inside the box, the back is cold and desolate.

Lan Xi licked his lips and held the wall with her small hand. She also braved to follow him. Her high-heeled shoes were unsteady and a little shaky. In addition, the burning alcohol in her stomach came up again. She wanted to vomit and quickly covered her mouth and did not dare to vomit.

Who would have thought, she lost her manners and ran into his broad back.

Mu Yanchen felt that his back was warm, and his momentum almost brought him down together. His eyes were cold and cold, and he stretched out his arms coldly in his heart. His strong arm bent and fished her half dragged and half dragged to his arms.

Lanxi's small face was confused. Looking up at him, he was a little afraid. Just as he wanted to apologize, mu Yanchen's eyebrows twisted, his big palm clasped his small chin, and with a trace of cold anger, bowed down --

Lanxi was stunned, subconsciously shrank back, but his neck was buckled by another big palm, and vigorously fished it back!

She closed her eyes and twisted away her bloody face.

But mu Yan Chen's cold face just drooped her eyes and sniffed the breath of her lips. Then she lifted her eyes slowly and said in a cold voice, "have you drunk?"

Lan Xi's long eyelashes trembled and opened, looking at the handsome face close at hand.

"Or white wine. Muran River, you are promising. "

His voice dropped several octaves, freezing the air all over him. It was slow and deep, and made his scalp numb. Lan Xi bit lip however, small brow is painful ground close frown together, hand grasps his shirt.

"Mu Yanchen I feel like vomiting... "

Her soft voice, with a trace of trembling helplessness, tightly held the human heart.

Mu Yanchen's eyes were bright and dark, and her thin lips were cold. She was so close to her that she could almost count her half wet and trembling eyelashes, and her small face was naturally flushed. Before she could scold her, she retched and fell into his arms.

Mu Yanchen's face darkened.

But when he felt that she couldn't vomit at all, it was just stomach spasm. When he contracted in his arms and climbed his shoulder to retch, his cold eyes eased. It was at this time that he had been holding her waist tightly to keep her paralyzed. Her slender body was trembling and twitching, and his suit was covered with wrinkles with small hands.

Ji Yao from the other end of the corridor to look for, see this scene, eyes almost stare out!

"You You... " After all, it's a teenage high school girl. When she sees this situation, she's going to fight with others. But she still won't, "you let go of Lanxi, do you hear me? You don't want to do anything to her! Hooligan! brother! Brother

Ji Yao was so anxious that he jumped and cried.

Mu Yanchen settled in the arms of the people, indifferent cold eyes raised, swept Ji Yao one eye.

At the moment, Ji Heng has searched all the two floors. He hears Ji Yao's cry rushing up from the bottom floor. His always warm and soft expression becomes tense and solemn. His handsome face is slightly red, and he is pressing his fierce breath. He stands still in the same place.

"Let her go first. She looks miserable." Ji Heng said coldly in his voice, maintaining his cool elegance.

Mu Yanchen can know who these two people are, but he doesn't want to pay attention to them.

Drooping his eyes and sticking to her ears, he said in a low voice: "stand up."

The man in his arms frowned and sweated. He didn't know whether it was a pain or a puff in his stomach. He was very uncomfortable and could not speak.

Mu Yanchen's face sank. He took a breath and ran out of patience. His voice was slightly harsh: "Mu Lan River, stand up."

A pair of soft arms but wrapped around his neck, buried in his neck socket, Lan Xi bit his lips, and spoke with a trembling voice of sweat all over his head, with a trace of poor crying: "my stomach hurts..."

It really hurts. It's killing me.

"Mu Yanchen I miss my mom... " Her dumb voice, accompanied by a drop of tears, fell down.