Mr.Mo's eternal love: sweet wife, please come to my arms

Outsourcing relationship?

The problem of speaking heart and mind obviously made Mo Chuxi slightly stunned.

He raised his deep eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. The warm light set off her slap face, and her eyebrows and eyes were as soft as a picture.

Mo Chuxi felt his heartbeat disordered for no reason, but his handsome face was always watery.

"Why do you ask?"

Mochuxi naturally noticed something strange. Although she didn't say anything, her soft frown had already described what was on her mind.

Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes, smiled and shook her head gently.

"Nothing, just suddenly want to know what the relationship between me and President Mo is?"

"What do you think we are?"

He asked, the low rhythm of the magnetic sound line is particularly provocative in the dark night.

Yan was stunned and was asked this question.

Mochuxi stood up and stepped to the heart of Yan with an elegant body. A faint orchid fragrance seemed to linger.

"Speak your heart."

He called her name, raised his head and looked at him, a little confused.

"Ah..."

Mo Chuxi looked at her, deep eyes, unable to see to the end.

"Did I give you money?"

He asked.

Yan Xinxin frowned and shook his head.

"No."

"Did I buy you a famous brand bag?"

"No."

"What about famous brand jewelry and clothes?"

"... neither."

Yan Xinxin blinked his star eyes and shook his head in confusion.

What do you mean by that?

"Since there is nothing, what kind of relationship is it?"

Murchuxi asked in a low voice.

Is that the truth?

"But even if there is such a relationship, it's Miss Yan. You're right to 'support' me. After all, you gave me a tip of 100 yuan, didn't you?"

“……”

With a faint smile, Mo Chuxi recalled the thin corners of his lips. The fleeting smile on Junrong was somewhat evil and provocative. His heart beat disorderly and his cheeks were hot.

She really didn't mean to give 100 yuan that day

"That's how you wanted to draw a line with me? Huh? "

Mo Chuxi stretched out his palm and gently pinched his fine and full chin.

Yan Xinxin's cheeks were crimson and he dodged his sight disorderly, but he accidentally bumped into his deep eyes.

"I, you saw the situation at that time. It was an accident that night, so..."

"So you want to send me a hundred dollars?"

“……”

My heart was full of words, and I felt my cheeks warm more and more.

"Yes, I'm wrong. Master Mo, you are priceless."

"Your attitude of admitting your mistake is too casual."

Mo Chu Xi opened his hand and turned his tall posture.

Yan Xinxin raised his hand and touched his cheek, trying to restrain his out of control heartbeat.

"Murchuxi, wait a minute. I have something to say."

Mochuxi stopped, and a handsome face with high abstinence and cold turned around.

"I also want to know what our relationship is?"

"... no!"

Yan Xinxin blushed and shook his head. He looked at the man attentively, and his small mouth pursed.

"Thank you."

"Huh?"

"Thank you for freeing my father."

Say thanks with a smile.

"Thank you for letting me live with you unconditionally when I was about to stay on the street with Xiaoxi..."

"Unconditional?"

Murchuxi's low magnetic voice was suddenly strongly interrupted. He turned his steps, reached out his hand and pinched Yan Xinxin's chin again, and his sexy thin lips moved gently.

"Heart to heart, I guess your son's IQ must be the man who inherited you to be pregnant."

“……”

What the hell?

He opened his eyes in doubt.

"What do you mean, Mercure?"