President's Single-minded Love

When he came out of the bath, he saw that Yan xiaonuo was still looking at the pass card. He went over and took away the pass card in her hand.

Yan xiaonuo exclaimed: "Moxi, my card!"

She reached out to grab the card in his hand. Unexpectedly, she stepped on the instep of his foot. Mercy was suddenly trampled on by her. She pushed forward and crushed her heavily on the bed.

"Yan wanhu, you've stepped on me painfully." Moxie looked at her calmly, her black eyes were heavy, and there was no painful expression of being trampled on.

"I'm sorry." Yan xiaonuo apologized.

"You don't have to apologize." Moxi decided to get up, and Yan xiaonuo also sat up.

Messi put the foot she had trodden on her lap, leaned on the soft quilt, and played with her pass card, "rub my feet for me."

Yan xiaonuo bit his lips to help him rub the place she stepped on.

"Don't bite. It's swelling. I'll be heartbroken." Mercy would sit up and rub her bitten lower lip with her slender fingers.

Yan xiaonuo looked at his thin lip, which was just a finger's distance from him. His heart beat very fast and his hand stopped unconsciously.

Before she could react, his kiss came like fire. Cool cool fragrance, hot people's arms, as well as that point let her fall into the gentle.

"Messier, your feet..." Yan xiaonuo looked at him with a pair of water eyes and looked pitiful.

"What's wrong with my feet?" Mo xijue's arms were tightly around her, with no intention of letting go.

"Didn't I step on you hurt?" Yan xiaonuo only thinks that his holding his posture is too imaginative, and he just wants to sit up again.

As soon as her black eyes brightened, her body pressed down and her fingers pressed her lips slightly swollen because of the kiss. Her voice was low: "no, I have painkillers."

Yan xiaonuo Wei Dai, he teases her again?

Messier seemed very satisfied with her reaction and sipped her lips gently. "It's swollen."

"Not all because of you!" Yan xiaonuo protested lowly.

Mo xijue's thin lips gently grind her red lips which have become sexy because of her slight swelling. Her tone is full of a kind of righteous and forceful: "then I will help you detumescence."

Yan xiaonuo has not had time to protest, he has stopped talking, only lingers on her lips, Yan xiaonuo can not feel pain, only feel a slight itch, and he printed on the lips of that if there is no blazing breath.

Messi never made any further moves, as if he just wanted to kiss her.

"Do you still have a stomachache today?" Never again did mercy kiss her, and gently massaged her abdomen with his big hand.

Yan xiaonuo shook his head: "no pain, eat so much tonic pain, that is really no reason."

"That's good," he said

Yan xiaonuo looked at his smile, and a fox puzzled look flashed in peach blossom eyes: "are you in a good mood today?"

Mexici leaned lazily on the soft mattress with clear black eyes: "what? Can't I have a good time? "

Yan xiaonuo was in a good mood because of Miss Xuan.

She gave a faint smile: "well, it's really good to be in a good mood." She stood up and said, "I'm a little tired. I'll take a bath and go to sleep."

She did not walk two steps, fell into the arms of Mo Xi Jue, "I will wash you."

Yan xiaonuo didn't want to refuse: "no more."

"Be obedient." Short two words into the ear, the voice mellow and deep, like a good coffee, Yan xiaonuo for a time, can not say no words.

This time, Messi decided to take a proper bath for her, then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her to bed.

Yan xiaonuo lies in his arms with his eyes closed. After a long time, she opens her eyes and sees that Messi is definitely asleep.

She had never seen him fall asleep. His long, long, dark eyes were gently closed, leaving a perfect arc. His face was still like an axe, but he did not have the sharpness of the day. To be fair, he was a beautiful man.

But why did he help himself? Yan xiaonuo wants to break his head and can't understand.

Maybe he thinks he is a pet he keeps, so he can't lose his face. Maybe it's just a piece of cake for him to help her.

"Thank you, messier." Yan xiaonuo's lips moved gently, sound like a mosquito.

And Mo xijue didn't seem to hear it at all, and he was still sleeping.

Yan xiaonuo sighs in his heart. The relationship between them is limited to this. He has Miss Xuan. She should not be greedy.

After thinking of these things, she felt relieved and felt a little heavy in her heart. She didn't want to think about it any more. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The night passed quickly. When Yan xiaonuo woke up, the bedside was empty. She pulled the corners of her mouth. He was like an emperor's lucky concubine. He woke up without a shadow.Today, I'm going to attend the lecture of Madame Xuanji. She wants to make herself look energetic in any case. She goes to the bathroom to wash.

In fact, her skin is white and delicate. She doesn't need make-up at all, but she still wears a little skin care products.

When she went to the wardrobe to pick up clothes, she chose a more formal one. As soon as she took it out, she saw that Messi definitely came in with the clothes he had chosen in her hand.

"You didn't go to the company?" Yan xiaonuo looked at him in surprise.

"Time is right." "Don't wear that dress. Wear the one I chose," she said

Yan xiaonuo took the clothes he chose and took a cold breath. "Are you sure you want me to wear this dress to attend the lecture of Madame Xuanji?"

This is a very soft and elegant skirt. The light green top Chiffon yarn is staggered and overlapped to form a petal like skirt. Although it is very beautiful, it is not suitable to attend the lecture.

"Put it on." The tone of the decision is not negotiable.

Yan xiaonuo had to wear a skirt, she found that the skirt is half shoulder design, the other side of the snow-white shoulder exposed in the air, revealing the exquisite clavicle.

Mercy had scattered her bound hair, and her black hair hung at random, making it more elegant.

"Will I be driven out if I wear this way?" Yan xiaonuo frowned and looked worried.

"Believe me, this is the best way to wear it." Mo xijue looked at her, and her black eyes showed a touch of obsessed color. He knew that this dress was the most suitable for her.

Yan xiaonuo shook his head: "forget it, I still wear the clothes I choose."

Mo xijue's big hand pressed her bare shoulder and said in a low voice: "just wear this one."

"But..."

"No, but." "The pass card is here. If you want to go, just listen to me."

Yan xiaonuo was defeated, "Oh."

"Good morning, go to dinner, and I'll take you there when you've finished."

Yan xiaonuo rolled his eyes and went to the restaurant. After the tonic and breakfast, she was sent to school by Moxi.

"Go ahead and listen well." In her eyes, she was joked by black.

"Oh." Yan xiaonuo went to the meeting with his card.

All along the way, I met all the students and teachers in formal clothes. Only she was wearing a skirt. It was as strange as wearing a mink coat in the swimming pool.

Yan xiaonuo lowered her head and thought that if she could become a wisp of dust and float to the meeting hall, she did not have any opinions.

"Wan Yao!"

Familiar voice came, Yan xiaonuo fixed his eyes on it, and it was Fu Jingyao.

"Jingyao!" Yan xiaonuo waved to her.

"Wan Ho, I wish you were here today. Let's take a chance and see if we can let you in." Fu Jingyao also thought that the matter of Yan xiaonuo had not been solved, and he was still giving her advice.

Yan xiaonuo said in a hurry: "Jing Yao, no, my card has been found."

"Found it? Great Fu Jingyao was so happy that she almost jumped up. "Show me, which row are you sitting in?"

Yan xiaonuo took out the card that Moxi decided to give her.

"Pass card?" Fu Jingyao looked at the card again and again in disbelief, "the middle of the first row!"

Yan xiaonuo is at a loss.

"It turns out that Lu Xuechang is so powerful that he can get you the best position directly!" Fu Jingyao's big eyes are shining.

Yan xiaonuo quickly said: "no, not Lu Xuechang!"

"Ah? Who is that? " Fu Jingyao's eyes flash with the smell of eight trigrams.

"Yes A friend. " Yan xiaonuo didn't want to say the name of Mo xijue. If he said it, Fu Jingyao would jump up.

"Wow, Wan Ho, don't you want to go in with this dress?" Fu Jingyao did not ask, but noticed her skirt.

Yan xiaonuo looks at Fu Jingyao's regular shirt and skirt. She wants to cry, has mu you?

God damn Messi! She must wear this dress!

"Well, it doesn't matter what you wear. Let's go." Fu Jingyao quickly comforts her.

Yan xiaonuo is a little embarrassed: "Jing Yao, you say I will not be driven out of this dress."

"I don't think so. You're not running naked." Fu Jingyao said with a smile.

Yan xiaonuo's face suddenly red, "I'll tell you serious."

"Let's go. If we're late, we won't be able to get in." Fu Jingyao quickly pulled her to the meeting hall, avoiding Yan xiaonuo's question.

Yan xiaonuo only secretly prayed that she would not be driven out as a monster.

When we got to the venue, it was already a sea of people, and many media were waiting there. The scene even set up a cordon, and armed bodyguards and police maintained the order of the scene.Yan xiaonuo bravely head to go inside, she can feel other people's strange eyes and even laugh.

"Is the language graceful?"

Yan xiaonuo looked up. It was Lu Ting. He was looking at himself. His sight drifted over his skirt. She clearly saw that he frowned.

Yan xiaonuo sighed: "Lu Xuechang." He hanged and beaten him 800 times.