I have never taken a good look at her. Today, when He Xiaoxiao stared at this perfect face without makeup, he realized that the Mo Yiting of the past had really been transformed.
Unable to help himself, he stretched out his hand to lift her chin, and slowly moved his face closer to hers. Just when his lips were about to touch hers, Mo Yiting looked away.
"Xiao Xiao, you've been drinking." She stood up, her heart pounding.
When he came close to her, Mo Yiting could smell the smell of alcohol in his breath, which was just faint and not strong.
"Yes, a little red wine." Realizing that he had lost his temper, He Xiaoxiao cursed himself... bastard!
"I'll drive and take you back." Mo Yiting seemed to have figured something out.
"Yiting..."
"Let's go." Mo Yiting took the lead on the path and walked towards the parking lot.
When the car drove to West Lake Bamboo Garden, Mo Yiting saw a figure at the door of the villa. She stood upright in the cold wind. When she saw the car stopped, she ran over quickly.
She didn't wear much, just a tight yellow sweater, a long skirt, her hair was loose, and she was beautiful.
"Xiao Xiao!" She happily threw herself in front of the car window, but the moment she saw Mo Yiting, she was stunned, her eyes filled with doubts.
"He was drunk, so I sent him back. However, he is very sober. You don't have to worry. Take good care of her." Mo Yiting spoke clearly and had a profound meaning.
He Xiaoxiao got out of the car and turned around to ask Mo Yiting to drive his car back. Mo Yiting had already got out and threw the car keys over, "Good night! I'm leaving first."
"Yiting!" He Xiaoxiao called out quickly.
Mo Yiting did not look back. Zheng Miaomiao wrinkled her features and felt sour. She saw clearly that the scarf around Mo Yiting's neck was He Xiaoxiao's, and the black and white checkered woolen scarf was his favorite.
He put the scarf around Mo Yiting's neck, but Mo Yiting didn't even take it off.
Putting down the displeasure in her heart, she took He Xiaoxiao's arm and said gently: "Go home."
Entering the house, He Xiaoxiao asked calmly: "Why didn't you go home?"
Zheng Miaomiao helped him take off his coat, raised her face, and smiled the most beautiful smile at him. Her voice was gentle and shy, "It's not the weekend. I came here when I had nothing to do. I don't worry if you don't answer your phone call."
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"Then go to the guest room and sleep." He Xiaoxiao took the coat from her hand and went upstairs expressionlessly.
"Xiao Xiao." Zheng Miaomiao took his hand and looked aggrieved, "We are about to get married, why are you still like this?"
"Didn't you say you were pregnant?" He Xiaoxiao looked at her.
"Yes...she's pregnant." Zheng Miaomiao ducked her eyes to avoid his sharp gaze.
"Three months are not up yet, take care of yourself."
"Xiao Xiao... I have something to ask." At the top of the stairs, Zheng Miaomiao grabbed him and didn't let go.
He Xiaoxiao took a breath, calmed down, and waited patiently for her to speak. Zheng Miaomiao lowered her head, pinched his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Do you like Mo Yiting?"
He Xiaoxiao frowned and said in a low voice, "Are you too bored to ask this question now?"
Zheng Miaomiao raised her eyes with tears in her eyes. She held his hand and shook it, as if she was coquettish but angry, "I just love you too much. Why don't I just ask?"
"Miaomiao, you know my temper. Since I promised you, as long as everything is true, I will be responsible to the end. When I met with Mo Yiting today, I also expressed my wish."
"Is your wish just to give her a scarf?"
He Xiaoxiao's eyes darkened and he shook off her hand, "Before I get married, I am still free. Zheng Miaomiao, please respect me!"
"I'm sorry." Seeing He Xiaoxiao's face darken, Zheng Miaomiao panicked and said hurriedly, "I was wrong, don't be angry."
He Xiaoxiao went up, but Zheng Miaomiao leaned sadly against the handrail of the stairs, pressing her hands on her abdomen, feeling entangled in her heart.
There are less than two months until the wedding in March, so I hope nothing will go wrong.
The Spring Festival is approaching, and all units are carrying out year-end celebrations, and Mo's Group is no exception. More Ye set up more than a hundred tables at the Huayao Hotel to entertain the leaders of each company, as well as key elites, and all employees also received generous bonuses.
year-end bonus.
On this day, after the banquet, Mor Tao took Xu Chenlu to the apartment he bought. When they got to the elevator, Wu Qiong called him back again.
Wu Qiong said that he had drunk too much and was a little dizzy, so he asked him to drive him to a celebrity club.
Mortao saw that it was still early, so he asked Xu Chenlu to wait for him at home, and he drove back to Huayao Hotel.
When Wu Qiong saw him coming back, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
The club was also very lively tonight. Many celebrities went home to celebrate the New Year and gathered together in the club during the free time. Some chatted, some played cards, and some also gathered around to drink and sing.
Wu Qiong led Mortao to the piano room on the second floor, opened the door, and heard the melodious sound of the piano, and a familiar melody lingered in his ears.
Mortao's handsome eyes swept and he saw a beautiful woman sitting in the corner by the window.
She was wearing a floor-length dress, with a pink shawl hanging diagonally from her round, round shoulders. She had a pretty face, rosy lips, lightly fanned eyelashes, and she was as beautiful as a fairy.
She was playing the piano and seemed to be so focused that she didn't notice anyone coming.
"Anya, where is Mrs. Yang?" Wu Qiong asked.
Lin Anya raised her head, and Mortao was stunned. Is it her?
"Hello!" Lin Anya looked at Mor Tao first, and then answered Wu Qiong, "Aunt Yang just took a call and went out. She will be back in a while."
"Oh," Wu Qiong smiled, his eyes drifting across Mortao's face with a vague look, then he walked to the guzheng and lightly pressed the strings, "Anya, you are so elegant. You are playing the piano here alone, why don't you go and drink?
Order some wine?"
"I...I like silence." Lin Anya blushed slightly and looked at Mor Tao with a delicate smile.
Mortao shrugged his shoulders naturally and smiled at her. He had met Lin Anya at a friend's party. The friend liked her, but he heard that she had a high vision and she could not look down on ordinary men.
However, that time he just glanced at her and left, and Lin Anya didn't notice him.
Unexpectedly, his mother actually wanted to introduce her to him.
"It's good to like quiet. A quiet woman is gentle and gentle, and is the most suitable wife." Wu Qiong looked at Lin Anya with satisfaction, "Whoever marries you will be really lucky. Look at her appearance. She is a blessed woman.
It can bring good luck to men!"
"Auntie, you're flattered." Lin Anya lowered her head in shame.
Mortao looked up at the ceiling, put his hands in his trouser pockets, opened his feet slightly, and shook one foot as if in rhythm, looking carefree.
But I was thinking: Could you stop being so boring?
If you want me to meet her, you don't have to trick yourself into coming here, right? Sigh... This mother is getting more and more confused as she gets older. If I liked someone like her, wouldn't I have taken the initiative to hook up with her last time?
"Er Tao!" Look at this son. Now that the beauty is dazzling in front of his eyes, he is no longer interested.
Is that Xu Chenlu really that charming?
Wu Qiong looked angry and looked at Mortao displeased, "Come here quickly. You talk to Anya. Mom is going to find a friend outside. We have agreed that she will come over tonight."
Mor Tao raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at his mother...Okay, just go ahead and act.
"Hey, beauty!" As soon as his mother left, Mortao approached Lin Anya slyly, brushing her round shoulder with his left arm and looking at her side face evilly, "Aren't you cold?"
"Isn't there heating in this room?" Lin Anya was reserved and tried to stay calm.
Mortao looked around and said, "Yeah, I've been standing for a long time and I still don't feel hot." After that, he started to take off his leather jacket.
"Squeak..." The sound of the zipper being pulled was so loud that Lin Anya's heart trembled.
I have long heard that the second young master of the Mo family is a playboy who likes to eat, drink and have fun. Although there have been less gossips about him in recent years, and he is always surrounded by an ordinary beauty.
But when he meets himself, is it possible for him to fall back on his old habits? Will he become a playboy again?
Men are all lustful! After all, I am so beautiful, how many men can stand it?
"Second Young Master, please don't take off your clothes..." Lin Anya thought this and suddenly became nervous.
Mor Tao paused his hand and looked at her crimson face strangely. His eyes flashed and he chuckled, "Isn't there a heater? I'm too warm, so take off your clothes."
"Don't take off your clothes." Lin Anya took a few steps away from him.
"Don't worry, I won't take off my clothes." Mortao threw the leather jacket on the sofa next to him, then unbuttoned the front of the pink shirt inside, and walked to Lin Anya again.
The masculine scent suddenly hit her nose. Lin Anya's breathing was disordered and she didn't dare to look up at him.
Mortao shook his collar evilly and deliberately opened his chest a little. His fair skin and sexy collarbone exuded a charming brilliance under the light.
"Beauty," seeing Lin Anya glance at him hastily and hurriedly avoid it, Mor Tao became even more playful. He lifted her chin, narrowed her narrow eyes, and laughed, "Look at me.
, see if I’m handsome or not?”
"Well, handsome..."
His fingers caressed her fair and tender shoulders, hooked his fingers teasingly at her collarbone, and then moved up her neck...
A little, then a little, and finally pressed gently on her trembling red lips.
"Hey..." It's really terrible. This Young Master Mo is a complete expert in love. He made a sexy voice like a demon and winked at Lin Anya, "You are so beautiful, as beautiful as a molded doll."
Lin Anya's breathing became increasingly difficult, her chest heaved, and her eyes stared at Mortao with watery eyes.
"But you are so lively, and it feels so good to the touch, beauty." Mortao lowered his face and sniffed the left and right sides of her face like a hunting dog, "It smells so good. Did you dress up specially tonight?"
one time?"
As he said that, he let go of her lips and pouted to kiss her.
Lin Anya trembled, pushed him away in panic, and said hastily: "Don't be like this, Second Young Master!"
"Oh, you know that I am the second young master. Since you know, you must know that Mrs. Yang wants to introduce you to me?"
"yes."
"You saw me tonight, do you like me?" Mortao shrugged, his eyes wandered evilly to her plump chest, his eyes stagnated, he stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, showing a look of salivation.
So obscene.
Lin Anya's lips twitched, showing disgust.
Is this man really obsessed with love? How can his temperament be compared with his eldest brother Moer Ye? He is so handsome, but he looks like a male dog who wants to pounce on a female when he sees one.
Mor Ye is so good. He has a noble temperament and a handsome appearance. Every move and every gesture is so handsome and charming.
"Second Young Master, this is our first meeting, and I don't know you well yet." Lin Anya didn't dare to offend him, so she suppressed her dissatisfaction and didn't turn around.
"Oh, I don't understand it yet, that's right," Mortao turned to her again, raised his hand to rub his chin, narrowed his eyes, and said thoughtfully, "How about this, let's understand it right away, okay? I'm actually very
It’s great, it will definitely make you understand me deeply, make you reluctant to leave me, and make you think about me every day and every night.”
"You?" The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Where did he go?
Lin Anya's face was red, her cheeks were ###, her body was leaning back slightly, she looked like she wanted to be angry but didn't dare to be angry, wanted to laugh but couldn't, it was ridiculous.
"Hey, you're dressed like this, why are you so reserved? Come on," Mortao stretched out his long arm, grabbed her waist, and pinched her flesh with his fingers, "Damn, she's so soft.
My flesh, come on, come on, I can’t bear it, just get to know each other on the sofa, you will be ecstatic..."
"Ah!" Lin Anya began to struggle and shouted in panic, "Aunt Wu, Aunt Wu!"