Mo Yanyi's fingers moved subconsciously, moving up her arm in the opposite direction. Yingming's eyelashes moved, but she did not open her eyes.
Mo Yanyi's fingers stopped at her cheek, touching her slightly, and Yingzhen's eyelashes moved a little more.
He wanted to put his hand out of her thick hair, but his expression suddenly turned cold, and he left the slightly curled fingers stiffly from Yingming's cheek.
He can't, can't pamper a woman!
He retracted his hand abruptly. At this moment, the mobile phone placed on the bedside table rang. He took the opportunity to pull out the arm, feeling numb.
Yingzhen didn't move and continued to pretend to be asleep, but he knew that she must be awake.
Mo Yanyi picked up the phone. The caller was Dewey. It must be about matters in the gang. He glanced at the quiet Yingzhen and answered the call without intending to avoid her.
"Hello"
"Boss, Minister Ali called and said he would come to apologize in person."
Mo Yanyi raised a cold smile, very proudly: "Tell him that the war is tight, so there is no need to waste time."
Dewey said: "Boss, do you really want to become an enemy of a country?"
Mo Yanyi said: "He just saw the fall of the British man named Maid, and he was panicking. The arms were gone, and the billion-dollar funding was gone, so he thought of condescending."
"Although Mad's home has been taken away, boss, he is definitely not the real mastermind behind the scenes. He does not have the strength to fund a billion dollars."
"I know," Mo Yanyi said silently, "I will raise the price by 10% to sell the arms to Ali. If he doesn't want to sell them, I will sell them to Ahmed at a low price."
A little lesson always has to be imparted.”
"Yes, boss" Dewey hung up the phone
Mo Yanyi threw his cell phone on the bedside table. It was still early and he was about to take the cigarette case and prepare to smoke. He didn't like smoking cigars. It was too old-fashioned. Of course, the cigarettes he smoked were also top-quality.
There is no tobacco smell at all, just a light aroma
There was movement next to him, and Ying Ming's thin quilt was half draped around her waist, revealing a large piece of snow-white back, which was crystal clear and comparable to the tenderness of a newborn baby's skin.
Deep in his heart, a small flame was suddenly triggered. Mo Yanyi smoothed his throat, let go of the cigarette case in his hand, and lay down
He put his arms through Yingzhen's neck and pulled her into his arms.
Her back pressed against his chest without any gaps