Mr.President, don't be too bad

Although she used questions, her tone was very positive.

Si Mo didn't even pause. He went directly to the table and sat down. Then he looked up leisurely: "what did you just say?"

"I said," Qing Cheng "is your investment." Xia Yiwan stared at Si Mo's eyes, "right?"

"Sning group has no plan to enter the film and television industry for the time being." Si Mo's handsome face was as cold as usual.

Xia Yiwan quickly filtered out the main industries of sining group in his mind when he heard the speech. It really didn't involve the film and television industry.

But she still felt that she could become a heroine and had something to do with SMER.

Just thinking, Simo's phone rang.

When Si Mo took out his mobile phone, Xia Yiwan noticed that his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Si Mo took the phone to the living room, and soon came over: "I'll go out and eat by yourself."

Xia Yiwan nodded hurriedly.

When she just came out of the bathroom, the heat in his eyes frightened her. She wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

As soon as Si Mo left, Xia Yi had no pressure. He sat at the table and ate alone. He didn't forget to drink some red wine.

Just now in the box below, the eyes of those people were like searchlights, haunting her all the time. She basically didn't eat anything.

When the things on the table were swept away by Xia Yi night, she drank only a little of a bottle of red wine.

After opening the door, Xia Yi yawned and leaned on the sofa before the clothes delivery man came.

When Si Mo received Leng Yi's call and took his clothes back, he saw Xia Yi lying on the sofa on her side, blushing and charming, with her bathrobe half lifted, revealing two slender legs and half round * * *.

As soon as Sima's throat tightened, he just felt that the blood of his whole body suddenly concentrated somewhere, and the desire at the bottom of his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Xia Yi sleeps in a daze at night. She only feels heavy on her body, and then a waxy soft and slightly cool thin lip gently falls on her lips.

"Hmm..." Xia Yiwan was surprised. He stretched out his hand to push without opening his eyes.

As soon as he approached her lips, Si Mo knew that the little woman in front of him had drunk wine, so he lowered his voice and said like coaxing a child, "late, good."

When Xia Yiwan heard his husky and charming but familiar voice, he immediately relaxed and looked at the man in front of him with half narrowed eyes.

The flying sword eyebrow, the straight nose, the deep dark eyes stared at her affectionately.

Xia Yiwan felt that the man in front of him was too good-looking.

"Si Mo, you are so beautiful." Xia Yi said late.

She seemed to wake up, and drank wine again. When she said this, her voice was waxy and soft, with a little whine like coquettish taste.

With just one word, Sima was so crisp and soft that he could hardly hold it.

"Do I look good?" Si Mo's voice was light and light for fear of waking her up.

He likes her now and doesn't want her to change back to the cold and alienated one before and the cold summer night.

Xia Yiwan nodded heavily: "it's good-looking. It's good-looking since school."

Si Mo was shocked when she heard the speech. She thought he was good-looking since she was in junior high school?

"But it's also bad." Xia Yiwan suddenly sat up, pointed to Si Mo and stared at him angrily.

"... why am I broken?" A trace of embarrassment flashed through Si Mo's black eyes.

"You let others tear my homework book, and someone cut a big hole in my dress... You hate it!" Xia Yi was more and more angry, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Si Mo's collar.