Lucky to Have You Till the End

As if he hadn't heard her, Wei Mo Chi stretched out his hands and pushed on the washstand.

In this way, her slender body was wrapped between his arms and the washstand.

Under the light, the eyes and breathing of the two are intertwined, and even the surrounding air seems to be flowing slowly.

She didn't dare to look at his deep and sharp eyes for a long time, she turned her face away, but the next second, his jaw was pinched, and he forced her to meet his eyes.

"Tang Xinyan, are you having a temper with me?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, he was a statement.

Tang Xinyan's heart trembled fiercely at the inexplicable man in front of him.

At this moment, he is very different from the way he flirted with her in private and played hooligans.

He is now dangerous, deep and cold.

Tang Xinyan bit her lip and was about to question his relationship with Qiao Fei when the phone ringing suddenly rang.

Ye Ran called and asked her when to go back.

After telling Ye Ran to leave for a few minutes, she hung up and looked at Mo Chiwei, "This is the women's bathroom. Someone will come in anytime. I don't want to tell you now. If you have time, we can make an appointment later. Let's talk if you have a place."

She knew that instead of holding the discomfort in her heart, she might as well ask him carefully.

If he really has a relationship with Qiao Fei, then she will not become a stumbling block between them.

Mo Chiwei's thin lips pressed tightly, and his deep eyes stared at Tang Xinyan for a few seconds. Without embarrassing her, his tall body took two steps back.

Tang Xinyan lowered her head and walked to the bathroom door.

She heard the sound of the lighter cover popping behind her, and she knew that he was smoking again.

He bit his lip, swallowed it back to his throat if he wanted to persuade him to smoke less, and put his little hand on the doorknob.

Just opened a seam, the man who lit the cigarette seemed to think of something, and suddenly stepped forward and patted the door frame with his big palm.

With a bang, the door was closed again.

Tang Xinyan's heart beat with fright.

He tightened his eyebrows, just about to ask him what he wanted to do, he suddenly clasped her wrist, turned her around, and the tall body pressed against her.

Her slender back hit the door frame unexpectedly by him.

She knocked her back to the doorknob, and tears poured into her eyes from the pain.

Staring angrily at the rude and gloomy man who does not pity Yu, she growled angrily, "Mo Chi Wei, you promised me to leave first, what are you doing now?"

His deception, concealment, she hasn't settled her account yet!

Wei Mo Chi's big palm that did not hold the cigarette clasped her slender waist, and suddenly pulled her into his arms.

The two body tightly pressed together tightly, the softness of her chest was squeezed into pain by him.

She became more embarrassed and her face flushed.

"Wei Mo Chi!"

"Calling my name loudly, do you want to draw the reporter up?" His thin lips touched her ears, like a demon, his voice low and dangerous.

The cochlea was the place where Tang Xinyan was most sensitive. When he spoke, all the hot breath was spilled into her. She could not help but feel a layer of goose bumps floating on a layer of matte skin.

"I said that I don't want to talk to you in this kind of place." She writhed and struggled in his arms with her face up.

He is much stronger than her, and if he refuses to let go, she can't get rid of it.

She had always known that this man looked elegant and calm but was actually domineering and strong to the bone.

"You are not allowed to come so close to Fengqu in the future!" He looked at her eyes, so dark that ink could ooze.