President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

"Qian, why are you here?" At the moment, Su Yimo not only changed into a bridesmaid dress, but also painted exquisite makeup on his face, which he couldn't see in ordinary days.

"Are you the bridesmaid?" Why didn't she tell herself that she was so beautiful now? At this moment, he wanted to hide her, otherwise outsiders would see her beauty.

"Well, sister Xinyue's friends have to travel temporarily, so they can't come." Su Yimo's eyes had a little expectation, and looked at him shyly, "Qian, am I so good-looking?"

"Good looking." Very good-looking.

"Really?" Why is the answer so indifferent and insincere.

"Shao Qian is here. Come in and sit down." Qin Xinyue heard the voice early in the morning. Unexpectedly, they could talk for so long standing at the door. They simply came and invited them in.

"Sister Xinyue, happy wedding." Gu Shaoqian took out a big red envelope from his pocket, gave it to Qin Xinyue and said.

"Thank you." Qin Xinyue hesitated and accepted the red envelope. "Why didn't you give it to the bridegroom and run so far to me?"

"Isn't it the same for either of you? Just now I was anxious and forgot. Don't you remember when I saw you?" Gu Shaoqian said nothing, even half a sentence was false. Before, he had been thinking about Mo Bao and really forgot the red envelope.

Qin Xinyue wanted to tell him that it was different. Even if she and aze were married, they were two independent individuals. She was the same. It was difficult to enter his heart.

Next, Qin Xinyue left them alone in the lounge on the pretext of going out to greet guests.

As soon as Qin Xinyue left, Gu Shaoqian pushed Su Yimo and let her lean against the wall. His hand stayed at her waist and stroked back and forth, "Mo Bao, I really want to hide you so that no one can find you or see you."

"Qian, what have you done?" Behind the cold wall, in front of his warm chest, she felt like she was in deep water.

"Who made you look so beautiful? I don't want you to go out!" Gu Shaoqian's mouth slowly approached her lips. When talking, his lips rubbed her lips from time to time, but he refused to really kiss.

Su Yimo felt an itchy touch on her lips, which made her shy and afraid to look directly into his eyes. She could only look down and look at his chest.

Seeing that she was silent, he pinched her waist gently with his hand, "why don't you speak?"

"Ah... It hurts..." it seems that it really hurts. She looked at him with crystal tears in her eyes, as if she was complaining about something.

"I didn't exert myself!" He directly lifted up her skirt. Unexpectedly, there were really red marks on her skin. Suddenly, he was at a loss. He didn't expect her skin to be so delicate. He hasn't pinched her at any time before. No wonder he knows now.

"You, put it down quickly. What if someone comes!" Su Yimo didn't expect that he would lift his skirt so boldly. This is not their small apartment. If someone bumps into him, that's what to do!

"Mo Bao, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this..." he slowly put down his skirt and admitted his mistake to her.

"Don't make a fuss. In fact... It doesn't hurt so much." She didn't dare to tell him. In fact, she didn't hurt at all at the beginning. He should believe in himself. He loved her so much that he didn't pay attention to the strength?