This woman is really strong. When she was with Heishen, she pretended to be extremely strong, like a Barbie doll whose energy can never be used up. Now facing Yin Mo, she infinitely magnified her fatigue and was very honest with Yin Mo.
Said that she was tired and wanted to rest.
This is the difference between a woman and a God of War. Mi Ai knows very clearly when to be a woman and when to be a God of War, and she understands it in her heart.
After all, Yin Mo felt sorry for her. If he really wanted to shamelessly insist on going there, Mi Ai couldn't stop him with all his strength. But when he heard her tired tone, he thought he might as well forget it. She was also tired these days.
"Then you have a good rest and I will come find you tomorrow."
"Well, I went to take a shower, I'm so tired." Mi Ai's tone was soft, and Yin Mo's soft body was a little loose, wanting to see her right away.
"Wait!" Yin Mo was afraid that she would hang up the phone, so he called her.
"what?"
"Kiss her once and then kiss her." Her tone sounded seductive and coquettish.
Mi Ai laughed and scolded her for being shameless, but still kissed her before kissing her.
After hanging up the phone, Yin Mo took a deep breath and almost got in trouble. Fortunately, she hurried slowly and hurriedly but managed to catch up in time.
After tidying up his clothes, he no longer had the rogue tone when talking to Mi Ai. He was the cold-looking Black God again, because there were two guests outside.
When they arrived at the living room, everyone was laughing and joking. Seeing Heishen coming out with a calm demeanor, he was no longer as hasty as before, so everyone kept silent and looked at him.
This time, Heishen appeared in front of everyone again, and Zhanyan did not give him as much face as before. She just sat and watched Heishen silently, waiting for him to speak first.
Zhanyan thought to herself, I gave you face once, but if you don’t want it, there’s nothing you can do about it, I can’t always support you.
Yin Mo felt a little embarrassed, thinking that this girl Zhanyan was indeed a sister to Mi Ai. They had the same ideas and styles, and look like she was dragging her like 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan.
But Mo Zhang didn't have that much thought, he held his heart in his hand and said in a tone like glutinous rice, "Wow wow wow, you are the Black God, so cool and handsome."
"Moshu!" Ming Jueqi's head was filled with smoke.
Mo Zhang curled his lips and became unhappy, "What are you doing? Sister Mi Ai said that praising people is a traditional virtue of the Chinese people." Although she is not a descendant of the Chinese people, it is agreeable to everyone.
"Nice to meet you!" Yin Mo said it was official and thought to himself, it's boring that these two people reconciled so quickly. Girl Mo Zhu, you are too unreserved. You know, it's better to keep a man like Ming Jue away.
Yes, once he falls in love with you, it doesn't matter if you make trouble or bully him in every possible way.
This girl doesn't know how to enjoy happiness.
In fact, these men are all the same. They look extremely vicious and cold-hearted, but once their feelings are given, they are absolutely devoted. At least you can tell by looking at the infatuated kind like Wraith.
They know how to cherish things more than ordinary men.
Originally, Yin Mo was very formal. He thought that although he had a good personal relationship, after all, this was his first meeting with the person in charge of Purgatory Hall in such a capacity, so he had to be more serious.
However, he made the tragic discovery that he seemed to be the only one serious about it. Because Zhanyan had a cold face and showed no intention of cooperating with him to meet him formally, Mozhu was looking at him infatuatedly, and Ming Jue was looking at Mozhu fiercely.
At the same time, she turned her anger on him and stared at him with disgust. Ming Hun and Ming Mie were swaying on the sofa watching the fun. Although Mi Ye was not a member of these two organizations, at least they were related. Mr. Mi, rely on him.
He was expressionless on the sofa, not like someone who usually likes to join in the fun and create excitement.