"But I heard from ** that men all like delicate and shy young ladies, so men are not a good thing. They say that love should be kept fresh and fresh, but in the blink of an eye, they are attracted by that charming little girl, get out.
Damn it. Chief, tell me, are all men thinking animals?"
After lighting a cigarette, Long Qingtian listened silently for a long time. Then he pinched it with two fingers. He was full of ruffianism, but very patient. He slowly puffed out a layer of smoke, and a hot feeling rose in his heart. Half a century later,
He said coldly: "Bullshit!"
Mo Jiu looked at the man's perfect and cold facial lines, her heart was a little warm, and she smiled: "What the hell? That's right, the man only cares about his eggs!"
"Nonsense!"
"Nonsense? Can the chief deny that you didn't feel anything about that w just now?" Mo Jiu felt that he must be drunk, otherwise why would he suddenly be stalking you?
Feel?
Long Qingtian frowned, and this unfamiliar word made him pause slightly.
After a while, his strong self-control finally made him understand the source of his irritability. He suddenly grabbed Mo Jiu's neck, his eyes were blazing and he said angrily: "What was added to the wine?!"
Long Qingtian raised his sword eyebrows and stared at the petite woman below him with his big eyes. He never expected that the bottle of wine just now was mixed with something like that, and he couldn't control it with just a small sip.
His head was dizzy and chaotic, making Mo Jiu's cheeks reddish and his eyes blurred, which actually relieved the suffocation feeling in his neck.
Hearing the man's angry scolding, Mo Jiu's dark jade eyes showed a trace of doubt: "Huh? What?"
At this moment, the carriage was filled with the smell of eroticism. Even Long Qingtian, who was extremely physically fit, felt hot all over his body, let alone Mo Jiu?
Mo Jiu relied on his body instinct and leaned closer to the man, chuckling: "Chief, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Jiu didn't know that she looked like a vixen in the world at this moment. Just one provocative word made Long Qingtian feel itchy!
Long Qingtian was not a man who would wrong him, but as soon as he thought that this woman relied on such methods, and he, who had always been a stoic, was actually fooled! Especially since this woman was still a Xiaojie, he just felt that he was hugging her
The woman's hands were dirty, so she immediately pushed her away.
"parking!"
The voice is no longer cold, and the violent voice suddenly rises, scolding——
A sudden brake made Mo Jiu's body unsteady and he bounced forward. He was hit hard by the front seat and fell to the man again.
hiss!
The man took a breath, his body stiffened, and at the same time he was bored, but there was some kind of voice in his heart that wanted to burst out.
With his fists clenched, Long Qingtian looked coldly at the little goblin in his arms and shouted: "Go back to the hotel!"
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The next day, Monday, when Mo Jiu woke up in the hotel, the man was gone.
Her whole body felt like it had been run over, and she was so sore that she couldn't exert any strength. She rubbed her sore waist and sat up in a daze.
There was a brand new set of clothes on the bedside, which was completely complete from the inside out. Mo Jiu was stunned when he looked at it. Was this what the man bought for him?
I didn't expect that such a domineering and indifferent person could have such a careful side.
For the first time in a long time, Mo experienced a feeling called touching.
He raised his head blankly and rolled his eyes casually. When he was sure that the pointer was pointing to eleven o'clock, he suddenly woke up!
Oops! I almost forgot about the real thing!
She ignored the pain in her body and jumped out of bed.
She suddenly saw two hundred dollars on the coffee table.
My heart shrank, and a feeling of shame arose spontaneously.
He paused for half a minute and laughed at himself. No matter what, the man still regarded himself as a lady, but was he only worth two hundred dollars?
Angry as he is, self-deprecating as he is, life has to go on, and Mo Jiu feels that there is no need for him to struggle with money.
Wrapping up her wallet and cell phone, she hurriedly opened the door and rushed out.
She, who was always very nervous, did not see that there was a note on the coffee table where the money was placed, with several large characters flying on it:
Take the money for breakfast and wait for me for lunch. Long Qingtian
His handwriting is calm, just like his person, cold and domineering.
