Major's Little Adorable Wife

This position is in accordance with the age and the order of the stage, so Xiaomo naturally sat next to the chengshe.

Because the location is very close, Xiao Mo can even smell the smell of Cheng she. Aware of the smell of Cologne on the club, Xiao Mo's wrinkled nose is full of disdding.

I don't know whose taste it is. It smells so bad. It's almost smoked to death.

But even if it is smoked, but small Mo's body or slightly inclined to Cheng society, this is just Su Mo's most instinctive reaction.

After the host's speech was finished, Wang Jian went up and exchanged a simple greeting. The people below quickly clapped their hands.

And Su Mo also quickly response to come over, sitting upright, face hanging appropriate smile, can not stop the drum palm.

Sitting next to Cheng she came over from the small Mo, looking at her without leaving a trace in her eyes. A moment ago, I was still wandering in the sky. Now I am so serious that I can't help but make chengshe want to laugh.

Originally, Xiaomo really wanted to listen carefully, but it was really because last night because he didn't sleep well when he saw chengshe. In addition, this speech was too boring.

Xiao Mo actually sat there, drooping his head and fell asleep.

With the small Mo honest down, chengshe also some curiosity, can not help to small Mo side together, want to see what she is doing in the end.

With his arm on the table and his face in one hand, he felt as if he was listening to Wang Jian.

But a little closer can be seen, that pair of beautiful eyes are closed, long eyelashes in the eye under the shadow.

Chengshe's heart is moving, I don't know what's going on. Suddenly, he reaches out his hand and touches Xiaomo's cheek. Chengshe's heart suddenly hides a kind of satisfaction, and then gently pinches it with his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth can't help but lift up.

As if aware of someone's mischief, Xiaomo suddenly wakes up and looks around with vigilance.

but now that he can't help pinching Xiaomo's face, chengshe knows that it's not good. She quickly returns to her position and sits down, pretending that nothing has been born.

Small Mo frowned, gently rubbed his face, it is his illusion.

Looking at the expression of little mo doubt, the corner of the mouth of Cheng society can't help but want to rise.

Then, Su Mo seems to think of something, suddenly turned his head and looked at chengshe, which scared chengshe to restrain the corners of his mouth and changed into convulsions.

Originally, Xiaomo suspected that it might be chengshe, but on second thought, he didn't know himself. How could he make such an unreliable behavior? It must be an illusion.

This thought, small Mo's heart pour some small lost, gently shriveled mouth, raised his head and moved his sight to Wang Jian's body.

With the small Mo's movement, Cheng she also obviously noticed her mood change, the corner of the mouth slowly fell down. In the eyes to see small Mo's wrist, or can't help but opened the mouth: "your hand is OK?"

Like did not think of into the society to speak to themselves, small Mo's eyes are full of accidents, after the reaction, convergence of emotion, quickly answer: "nothing."

Even if small Mo said so, but looking at the bruise on her wrist, chengshe still felt a little uneasy and seized her hand.

Chengshe such action let small Mo a Leng, after reaction, want to pull out the hand, but was held by him how can't take out: "what do you do?"

"I'll rub it for you. It won't be good if you go up and be seen." Cheng society said while holding a small Mo's hand, feeling a hand in the small Mo's wrist gently knead.

Feeling the temperature of the palm of chengshe's palm, Xiaomo is a little distracted. She should let go, but she can't give up. Accidentally saw a camera in their direction, a grabbed the hand of Cheng she and put it under the table.

For such an action, chengshe seems to be puzzled and looks up at Xiaomo.

"Someone." After saying that, the expression of small Mo then returned to normal, want to draw the hand again.

But chengshe tightly grasped: "wait a moment."

Wang Jian, on the stage, was talking incessantly, while the two hands below were holding tightly.

Even if chengshe has already helped Xiaomo rub his wrist, he doesn't know what's going on, and still doesn't want to let go.

For small Mo, this moment is like in a dream, all around all seem so unreal. No, have you forgotten yourself?

Wang Jian's long speech on stage has been finished just as everyone is thinking about their own thoughts. Small Mo returned to God, pursed a lower lip, quickly took out the hand, drum up the palm.

Palm has been empty, chengshe can not help but look up to Su Mo, deep eyes do not know what to think.

Xiao Mo didn't seem to see the same, smiling at Wang Jian who came down: "Wang candidate's words are really unique."

Wang Jian was obviously very satisfied with his performance. He couldn't help but smile. He reached out and patted Pai chengshe on the shoulder: "what do you think? It's time for you to be so distracted."

"Nothing." Cheng she took her hand back and put it on her leg. She took a look at Xiaomo and didn't say anything more.At this time, the host on the stage also said, small Mo quickly moved the line of sight to the host's body.

Wang Jian, sitting there, can't help looking at Su Mo and Cheng she. He has a strange look in his eyes. How can he feel that the atmosphere between them is strange.

Until chengshe came to power, Xiaomo didn't look at him.

When chengshe is together, Xiaomo can't help but give a breath and clench the hand that has just been grasped by chengshe. The expression of her eyes is complicated.

Standing on the platform, chengshe's words are not as long as Wang Jian's, but concise and powerful, with a sonorous tone and the flavor of the army.

Looking at the chengshe standing on it, Xiaomo suddenly thought that six years ago, when the commendation meeting was held, the chengshe in military uniform was standing on it.

In fact, the eyes of chengshe have been paying attention to Xiaomo. When she looks at herself, she is still a little bit pleased. But soon, chengshe is now running God, seems to be thinking about who.

Chengshe's look immediately darkened a few minutes, deliberately increased the tone, scared small Mo suddenly back to God.

After gently patting the chest, Xiao Mo drum mouth, ready to stare down into the community, but ready-made society in looking at themselves. In an instant, I stayed there, and my cheek bulged slowly. I looked around with a guilty heart.

Looking at the tea cup on the table, Xiao Mo suddenly frowned. Why should I feel guilty? I didn't do anything bad.

The more he thought, the more reasonable he felt, so Su Mo raised his head and glared fiercely at Cheng she.

In the upper chengshe will be small Mo's small movements fall into the fundus of the eye, the corner of the mouth can not help but micro Yang.

Aware of chengshe's expression, Xiaomo rolled a white eye, did not look at him, but suddenly felt that he was very naive, but just can't help it. ()