Her Eternal Mr.Right

"Well, it's not as good as the hostess." White ink cold is not angry, in line with the road.

Hostess

Xiao you blushed and gave him a squint: "who is the hostess? I haven't agreed yet? " Then he shook off his hand and wanted to run upstairs.

White Mo Han where can let her leave, a big hand fished, and pulled her back. Obsidian eyes narrowed, staring at her, lips raised a dangerous smile: "no? Who promised to remarry me that day? "

"What, what remarriage? I don't even know what you're talking about? " Xiao you turned his big eyes and said: "Oh, Han, I think you must be tired recently. You have hallucinations."

"Hallucinations? Is that right? " The smile on his face became more and more evil. Suddenly, he held her with a big hand.

"Ah Small leisurely exclaimed, small hand instinctively looked for his skirt, tightly grasp, big eyes still with shock: "you, what are you doing?"

"Help you remember something you forgot." White ink cold hook lips, also ignore her flutter, directly left a room cover mouth snicker maid, stride upstairs their bedroom.

The door was closed and she was thrown on the bed by him.

Although it was a fall, but white ink cold or deliberately control the strength, in her fast fall on the bed when the pocket, let her completely did not feel the impact.

"Han, you..." Xiaoyou frowned and put her hands on the bed. She wanted to sit up straight, but the next second, a tall figure came down, and she was pushed down by Bai Mohan. "Well, what are you doing? It's so heavy

Her small fist hit him, like tickling, not only does not hurt, but also some comfortable.

White Mo Han neither speak, also didn't stop, just a hand to support chin, very interested in looking at her.

Hammer for a while, Xiaoyou found that this person did not have the slightest reaction, on the contrary, she felt hand pain. Looking at the enjoyment of the man in front of her, she became more and more angry: "hum! Is your meat made of stone? I hurt my hand, you pay for it

Then he put his little hand in front of him.

It's not that she lied. Her little fist is really red. White Mo Han looking at her wronged Baba's appearance, can't laugh and cry of mouth: "little thing, obviously is you hit me, now has become my not?"

"It's your fault. Why do you work so hard? If you had less muscle, wouldn't my hand hurt? "

"So you want your husband to be a fat man with a belly?" White Mo Han slightly pick eyebrows, although the mouth said so, but still distressed to hold her little hand, gently blowing.

Xiaoyou allowed his actions and thought about what he said just now.

Fat man with belly

In my mind, a fat uncle with a white ink cold appearance appeared, feeling his round stomach.

"Pooh - Pooh -" she burst out laughing. It would be fun if Bai Mohan really became a fat man.

"What do you think? So happy to laugh. "

"I'm thinking of you becoming a fat man." Xiaoyou is still immersed in the picture of his brain, and he is careless to say that he is bald.

"Oh? You're happy to think I'm fat? It seems that I like that. "

"Er..." This problem is very serious. Xiaoyou can't help laughing and frowning.

Fat white Mohan is very cute and funny, but it has nothing to do with handsome.

Looking at the handsome face close at hand, and thinking of the round fat man in the brain hole, Xiaoyou thinks that she is afraid that she still can't accept the white ink cold.

After all, she is Yan Kong!

"Think about it?" White Mo Han stretched out a finger to poke her flesh cheek, playing happily.

"Think about it." Xiaoyou nodded, looked at him very seriously, held out his cheek and said seriously: "Han, you'd better keep fit. It's too fat. It's bad for your health. "

Bai Mohan was so embarrassed by her serious appearance that she really thought about it. I can't help it. It's so cute when he was a kid. It was amazing. "You are always so stupid, what can you do?"

Xiaoyou, with a smile, hugged his waist and put his face on his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat: "people are just stupid in front of you."

She just so casually said, but let white ink cold heart a jump, a wisp of gentle smile from his eyes diffuse, gradually, dizzy dye his whole face.

"Xiaoyou." He hugged her more tightly, lips close to her ears, looking at her lovely sweet appearance, for a time did not know how to speak.

"What's the matter?" She looked back at him with big blinking eyes.

"I have to go to the company later.""Still have to go?" The smile on Xiaoyou's face slowly disappeared, turned over and came out of his arms, lying on the bed and looking at him.

It was hard for them to have such a quiet time together. Before she had enough, she was going to leave again.

"Well. Xiaoyou, do you remember ed before? "

"Ed? I remember. What's the matter? " Xiao you is a little surprised. How can he suddenly mention ed? Didn't he break up with him before? Is it because of him that something happened to Orson group this time?

"Last time, we unilaterally announced the termination of our cooperation with Holland. When Holland knew about it, they immediately sent master Nino to retrieve this cooperation."

Master Nino?

Xiaoyou suddenly opened his eyes: "you said, this time to negotiate with you is master Nino?"

It was a windfall.

The button on her hand was made by master Nino. She always felt that the button had something to do with Bai min's death, but she didn't know whose it was.

Fortunately, this dress is very rare. As long as you find master Nino and ask him who ordered this dress in Beicheng, everything will be solved.

"Yes, it's Nino. What's up? Do you know him? " Her surprise didn't escape his eyes, white Mo Han asked suspiciously.

Xiaoyou shook his head: "I just know him. Master Nino can be regarded as the top genius in the design world. I've always wanted to see him, but I never had a chance Before things are clear, she doesn't want to let Bai Mohan know about it. Otherwise, if it's not what she imagined, wouldn't it bring up Bai Mohan's sadness and bring up the estrangement between them again?