Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 1093 It's a pity that you don't marry Li Qiao

  He Chen squinted his eyes instantly, "Don't check it?"

  This woman checked his whereabouts?

   Yin Mo's expression was slightly condensed, frowning a little annoyed, trying to justify himself, "No, I mean...oh..."

  Before the words were over, He Chen pushed her down under a fierce tiger, "Captain Yin, you can make up after you think about it."

  Yin Mo was pressed on the bed by him, the blue silk was laid out, and the eyebrows were pretty. No matter how you looked at it, it was a **** scene.

  He Chen rolled his throat and looked down at the woman in his arms condescendingly, "Think slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

  "Get up first..." Yin Mo pushed his shoulders, his voice soft.

  This posture is full of ambiguity. The muscles of the man's body are against her through a thin cloth, and the heat is constantly coming, and each other's body temperature seems to have risen.

  He Chen embraced Yin Mo with one hand, without any transgressive behavior, unlike him seriously.

  But it was the woman in his arms, twisting uncomfortably, annoying He Chen clasped her waist, and warned fiercely: "Baby, do you think I am Liu Xiahui or a gentleman? You try again."

   Yin Mo became quiet, but his face became redder and red, "You pressed me..."

  He Chen lowered his eyes, and his breathing instantly sank.

  He gritted his teeth and pulled the quilt over Yin Mo's body, but the scene he had just seen kept reappearing in his mind.

  He Chen got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

   Yin Mo looked sideways, and asked as if adding fuel to the fire: "Why are you going?"

  He Chen opened the bathroom door, closed his eyes, and then glared at Yin Mo, “If you dare to wear pajamas with suspenders next time, I will definitely kill you.”

  It’s nothing more than wearing a suspender pajamas, and it’s a **** loose silk fabric, it’s towering, it’s soft...

  Yin Mo pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Actually, you don’t need to be like this..."

  She was willing, she was willing a long time ago.

  He Chen's back became stiff, and he almost couldn't restrain the urge to turn back.

  But reason still prevailed. Turning his back to Yin Mo, he said in a low voice, "Just treat you like Lao Tzu."

  The bathroom door opened. Yin Mo listened to the sound of water coming from inside, looked at the ceiling, and laughed.

  ...

  The next day, He Chen left at 7 o'clock in the morning, and Yin Mo hadn't woken up yet.

  She suffered from insomnia because of He Chen's words last night, and did not fall asleep until after three o'clock in the middle of the night.

  At half past eight, Yin Mo woke up. He didn't see the man. He was just about to touch the phone to call him. After passing the bedside, he found a note unexpectedly.

  —Baby, come to the head office to find me after breakfast.

   Signature: You man.

  Yin Mo looked at Long Feifengwu's pen writing, and his eyebrows appeared with a small smile.

  In less than half past nine, Yin Mo arrived at the headquarters.

  It just so happened that in the lobby of the General Administration, a few people walked towards each other. Yin Mo took a closer look. It was Feng Yi and Marguerite.

  He Chen was two steps behind, holding a document in his arms, and seemed to be making a call.

When Feng Yi saw Yin Mo, his expression was very exciting, but it was fleeting.

   "Captain Yoon!"

  Marguerite greeted her enthusiastically, and just walked two steps forward, she was pulled back by Feng Yi, "Acknowledged the wrong person."

   "Huh?" Margaret paused, looked at Feng Yi again, and asked Feng Yi, "What is your look? She is..."

  Feng Yi raised his hand to encircle Marguely's slender waist. She didn't know what was said in her ear, Marguerite smiled and hugged his arm, "Why are you so serious, good or bad."

  "Well, do you like it?" Feng Yi raised his eyebrows, and the two flirted and cursed.

  Marguerite covered her mouth and chuckled, and she floated out with her fluent Mandarin, "I like it, I love it, my mother likes it."

  At this time, He Chen found Yin Mo after the phone call. He paced forward and unexpectedly heard the conversation between Feng Yi and Marguerite when he was wrong.

  He glanced at it with difficulty, as if saying, "What kind of mental retardation are these two guys?"

  Not long, several people parted ways in front of the General Office.

  Feng Yi didn't stay long, and after saying goodbye to them, he led Marguerite to the parking lot.

  Yin Mo stood there and looked around for a few moments, "They look so good."

  A noble son, a royal princess, beautiful and dreamy.

  He Chen held the door of the rear seat with one hand and propped the roof with the other hand. He smiled and said, "Captain Yin, do you think we are not a good match?"

   Yin Mo retracted his gaze, pursing her lips shyly, "Qiao Qiao said, we are very good."

   is Qiao Qiao said again.

  He Chen took a breath and raised his eyebrows with a stern face, "Baby, is Li Qiao important or me?"

  This woman talks pretty pretty all day, like the **** MLM organization is brainwashing people, Li Qiao is the big MLM boss!

  Yin Mo leaned into the carriage and replied without hesitation: "Of course it is pretty."

   With a "bang", He Chen slammed the car door behind her.

  Three seconds later, the man got into the car from the other side on his own. His handsome face was not obvious, but he sneered extremely intriguingly, "Yin Mo, it's a pity that you don't marry Li Qiao."

  Yin Mo blinked, and a rare sly appeared in his eyes, "You... eat pretty vinegar?"

  She felt that He Chen’s performance now seemed to be jealous.

   Then, the man pulled off the shirt at the neckline and sneered, "Is it necessary for me?"

   Yin Mo answered in agreement, "Qiaoqiao is very nice to me, she is loyal and smart, and she used to..."

  The next five minutes is the time for Yin Mo to praise Li Qiao.

  He Chen listened blankly, his chest clogged with cotton wool, as if he was about to have a heart attack.

  Finally, he couldn’t bear it. He pressed Yin Mo’s cheeks and sealed it with his lips. Finally, he bit her lower lip like a punishment, “Captain Yin’s little mouth is really good at talking.”

  This woman praised Li Qiao, using elegant words, and she didn't have duplicates for five minutes.

  Recall how she praised him back then?

  Good figure, good looking, good vision?

  Bigger and **** no depth.

  He Chen sucked her lips hard, not getting angry.

Where did He Chen think about it now. After a while, when he took Yin Mo back to Nanyang, this woman ran to the mansion to give Li Qiao warmth all day long. Seven cubs are long and seven cubs are short, like extremely The scumbag who played with his feelings.

  ...

  At one o'clock in the afternoon, He Chen and Yin Mo boarded the private jet for the return journey.

  When the two arrived in Parma, twilight had fallen, and only a few minutes later, messages from their men came from their mobile phones at the same time.

  Rong Manli is out.

  At this time, He Chen and Yin Mo were holding their mobile phones, but they asked in unison: "Where did she go?"

  At the end of the mobile phone, two hands pretending to be scavengers squatted down beside the trash can not far from the He’s old house, looking at each other, reporting in unison without embarrassment—

   "Second Miss, it should be from Nia State."

   "Brother Chen, it's the next country in the state of Nia."

  　6000

  (End of this chapter)