Chapter 799
Han Muzi got angry and didn't dare to turn around directly. She could only stand there with the anger in her heart.
"Well, here we are today."
After feeling that the expression on the woman's face and the breath on her body were almost exploding, Mo Shen of the night made a sound in time to stop the endless meeting.
Originally, it was half an hour before his meeting time.
"Well, I'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
Night Mo Shen interrupted the video conversation, took off the Bluetooth headset on the edge of the ear, and saw the Korean Muzi.
His eyes are deep, as soon as he falls on Han Muzi's body, she straightens her back and looks at him with clean eyes like autumn water.
"Come here."
He opened his thin lips.
"Why?"
Han Muzi was so angry that she knew he might be engaged to someone else. This sour feeling is like fuel for anger. The more sour you feel in your heart, the more intense the fire will be.
Before that, she thought she could take it slowly. After all, he was recovering from serious injury. She should spend more time on him, let him know his existence first, and then stimulate his memory.
But now? What she got from George was that he might be engaged.
Let her do it before he gets engaged.
What is this? It's like she's going to fight for love.
The more I think, the more aggrieved Han Muzi's heart, this grievance is almost diffuse out of the eyes.
Her expression did not astringent, the eyes are so directly staring at him, the night is not that can not see the grievance of her eyes.
But he didn't understand what she was wronging??
He has only met her twice since yesterday after dinner.
Once at noon, once now.
Is Mo Shen narrowed his eyes at night, and suddenly thought that when George took her to have dinner with him at noon, he had something to go out and was upset to see her and George walking so close, so he left without a word.
Is Is she wronging this?
Think of here, the night is not deep, the heart will gradually have the bottom.
"I asked you to come here, but not yet?" Night Mo deep see her just ask oneself why, but do not move forward, still pestle still there, then remind her again.
Han Muzi moved forward two steps reluctantly.
"Here you are. Give me your orders."
Very impatient tone.
Orders? Night Mo deep pick pick pick eyebrow, point to the coffee on the table: "you try."
Han Muzi looked down at his fingers. He even let himself try the coffee. She shook her head and refused him: "No."
Night Mo deep frown, look at her displeasantly.
"Try or not?"
Han Muzi looked at him obstinately: "don't try."
"It seems that you know your coffee is not good, so you refuse to face it?" Ye Mo Shen deliberately stimulates her.
Usually his coffee, Han Muzi will secretly give him a taste, she is pregnant now, do not dare to drink more, when the test is only a small mouthful, moisten the throat to taste the taste of that kind.
But today, she was in a bad mood and threw him a lot of candy. Even if she didn't have to try, she knew what the coffee was like.
Han Muzi looked at him with one eye, pursed her red lips and deliberately hated him.
"I don't want to try it, not because I'm not good at it, but because You've had that cup of coffee
With that, she deliberately raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "isn't the president a cleanliness freak? You've drunk that cup of coffee, and you let me drink it. Don't you know... "
The latter sentence, she did not say, but dropped her eyes.
"What do you know?"
Night Mo deep unhappy staring at the woman in front of her, said half of the silence, do not know that this will attract other people's appetite?
Han Muzi looked at his toes, not good: "indirect kiss."
The night is not deep
Han Muzi: "it's just
After she responded to what she had just said, Han Muzi's head was almost lowered to the ground. She bit her lower lip anxiously: "sister Lin has something to do with me. I'll go first."
As soon as she turned around, the voice of the night came.
"Did I say you can go?"
He got up, pulled out his chair, and stepped up to her.
Seeing his approach, Han Muzi couldn't help saying, "anyway, I won't drink that cup of coffee anyway, er..."
In the middle of the speech, her chin was suddenly pinched by the fingers of the night.
Night Mo Shen pinched her lower jaw, forced her to raise her head, bent down, and suddenly stopped at a distance from her lips.
The warm breath of the two began to twinkle. Han Muzi felt that her heartbeat had begun to accelerate. She looked at the near night, almost thinking that he was about to kiss.But he did not, in the distance only a little distance from himself stopped, the dark eyes staring at her.
"Dislike me?"
Han Muzi was so nervous that she didn't know where to put it. Finally, she could only grasp her sleeve and dare not move.
The distance between them is so close that as long as she moves, she will touch each other's thin lips.
Although two people were close to a certain degree before, Han Muzi still can't control him. As soon as he gets close to him, her heart rate will increase and she will be shy.
She was almost Subconsciously trying to avoid him.
Night deep also felt - her resistance.
The twinkling eyes looked at themselves, nervous enough to take measures, pink lips are followed by shaking.
After the eyes fell on her lips, the night Mo Shen's eyes could not be moved.
She just said
Indirect kiss? Look at her expression, seems to be very disliked?
If it is
The brain just flashed this idea, the limbs had already made the reaction first, the night Mo Shen suddenly leaned forward a few minutes, thin lips touched Han Muzi's soft lips.
At the moment of lip contact, Han Muzi felt as if the fireworks had exploded in her head. She choked and took a big step back. Her eyes looked at him with horror and disbelief.
Such a reaction let night Mo deep dissatisfaction, he frowned, clasped her white wrist, pulled her to himself, one hand clasped her back of the head, bow to look for her lips.
Han Muzi is still annoyed in the heart and hides in a conditioned way. But yemoshen's strength is great and his speed is fast. After several rounds, he finally finds her.
Soft as cotton general touch, lingering in her body of light fragrance, all let the night deep heart with shaking.
There seemed to be some pictures flashed in his mind. He could not even catch them, and those pictures disappeared. The woman in her arms pushed his chest, trying to push him away.
Night Mo deep eyebrow heart lock up, big hand simply hoop her waist, lock her firmly, lips leave her.
"Push me for what?" His voice was so hoarse that even his eyes were as deep as the night, holding her eyes tightly.
Han Muzi's waist is locked, can't push him, indignantly way: "you, you rascal!"