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"What do you mean? I didn't get the painting back? "

The topic is transferred, at this time nest in the man's arms also don't care about shyness, surprised asked.

"Do you think you have that ability?" Mo yanjue gently raised his eyebrows, gave her a bad look, and walked step by step up the steps.

Mu Qiqi is silly, "who helped me to get it back? Is it true?"

Mo yanjue's face is black. Can't it be him?

Dark eyes turned, as if she didn't remember the shadow of the real girl, was it him?

"You helped me get it back?"

Mo yanjue's face was blacker. "Can we only use robbers?"

Muqiqi's mind is even more disordered. What he said is that he brought it back, but he didn't rob it!

"Tell me as soon as you can, how did the painting come back?"

When he put it on the soft bed, Muqiqi was crying. This painting is really important to her.

"Want to know?" Junmou gazes at her affectionately. After staring for a moment, he chuckles. "Kiss me if you want to know. Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Muqi's face blushed, "no... No."

This man is obviously a rascal. He takes advantage of her when he catches the chance. He's a real rascal.

"Then there's no way. You know I never make a loss business."

He sighed and then straightened up slowly.

"Wait a minute..." Muqiqi was forced to hurry and grabbed his sleeve.

Mo yanjue, who was just about to straighten up, was pulled back, with a slight slant at the corner of his mouth and a bad smile on his face

Muqiqi buries his face and comforts himself silently in his heart. It's OK. It's not the first time anyway. What are you afraid of?

With this kind of psychological comfort, she pulled his sleeve hand to increase the strength, and lifted his upper body with great force, and gently pasted his lips.

After the rapid separation, Muqiqi don't open his red face, shy way: "this can tell me right?"

When she spoke, the hot temperature on his lips was still vaguely left on his lips, almost with a faint aroma of green tea.

Look a little flustered, she struggled to sit up from the bed, and then try to control their emotions, waiting for his answer.

But someone still didn't answer her with a smile on his mouth, which made Muqiqi angry and angry. "Hey, moyanjue, you need to talk!"

"Change your clothes and I'll tell you slowly at the table." Arms in the arms, deep eyes smile gently coagulate her.

"No, you must tell me now, or I won't invite you to dinner." Muqiqi is in a hurry. He stands up from the bed and accidentally bumps into moyanjue's forehead. He sits back in pain and grins and rubs his forehead.

"Is your head made of iron? "It's so painful ~" he rubbed it gently and complained angrily.

Mo yanjue smiled softly. "You have a reason to bump into me?"

"Who told you not to count!" Direction rubs the hand of forehead, Mu Qiqi raises head, one face is angry.

Mo yanjue's smile deepened and said lightly: "I bought the painting. According to the hotel owner, it was sold to him by a middle-aged woman. What else do you want to know? Give me a kiss and answer."

Muqiqi took a deep breath and digested the contents of his words only half a time.

He bought the painting?

And the painting was sold by a middle-aged woman?

The beautiful Mou mercilessly shrunk, she already thought of who that middle-aged woman is.