The man in front of him was staring at her, his deep black eyes were condensed with wisps of laughter, and he smiled with a different kind of sexuality, like a male pervert who was in trouble, his Adam's apple rolled, and he bowed his head and covered her lips again.

There was no further entanglement, but it was licking inch by inch, licking her lips, ambiguous.

Finally let go of her lips, he held her waist and didn't let her turn her head away, and said in a low voice: "Angry is angry, birthdays always have to be celebrated, if I don't explain this birthday to you clearly before midnight, won't I have another trumped-up charge?"

Ji Nuan looked at his very innocent appearance, and was so angry that he pushed him: "I'm not so unreasonable!"

"Yes, you are very reasonable, you only staged a heroic rescue yesterday, and you dare to shut me out today, huh?"

"That's also because you're not honest with me!" Ji Nuan slapped away his hand on his face, obviously he had been moved, but she still had to hold her breath, her current face couldn't tell what kind of expression it was, it was probably a little distorted, and she didn't bother to hide it.

But it was really no match for his strength, Ji Nuan had been taken into the floor-to-ceiling window by him, and the window was not closed, she tried hard to push his hand away, but the man put a knife in her hand.

Ji Nuan: "......"

"Cut the cake, or just cut me, choose one. Mo Jingshen's tone was light, but his eyes looked at her lightly, and he clearly took all her careful thoughts into his eyes.

“……”

"Aren't you still angry? Where do you want to cut?" He leaned over, leaned over in front of her face, and looked at her expression: "This door is also closed, and you have been holding your breath for a long time, rather than you being alone there to fight cold, why don't you cut me a few times?" I see that you were also very neat when you went under the knife last night, do you want to continue to vent today?"

Ji Nuan clenched the hilt of the knife and glared at him.

The feeling of a punch on the cotton, it is really internal!

"Who said I was going to have a cold war with you, I'm not that boring. Ji Nuan suddenly turned around and picked up a cake on the ground and cut it, then picked up the cake and put it on the table next to him, cut it several times, but didn't eat a bite, picked up another one, continued to cut, and didn't look up at her again from beginning to end.

Mo Jingshen stood aside and looked at her, how to look at it and feel that she was cutting the cake with his strength, and a few "bang" sounds meant that she was really in a bad mood.

He didn't say a word, then picked up the cake and handed it to her to cut.

Cut one and hand her one.

After cutting for a long time, Ji Nuan was tired, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that there were still a few complete ones on the ground, and Mo Jingshen picked up another one and handed it to her with a hard-working look.

She stood there, the knife stained with cream in her hand, and the man looked at her with a clear eyebrow, and his eyes were always full of the indulgence that belonged to her.

For a moment, Ji Nuan suddenly didn't know what he was angry about.

Obviously, he had already explained, and told him plainly that even if his past could not be regarded as a blank piece of paper, there had never been any woman who had left undue traces on it, and it was obvious enough, what else did she want him to say?

Ji Nuan didn't know why he was so strong with him.

Is it because his past in Los Angeles has been provoking her? Is this considered a successful provocation?

She suddenly stroked her eyebrows, she didn't think about whether her vinegar was really unreasonable, threw the knife away, went directly to the bathroom to wash her hands, and washed off all the cream on her hands.

The doorbell rang outside the door at this time, Ji Nuan slowly washed his hands, and saw Mo Jingshen go and open the door.

Nan Heng walked in, saw the mess all over the ground and the white shirt with ink depth more or less stained with cream, and sneered: "Have you just experienced a cream war?"

Ji Nuan didn't have time to think about why Nanheng suddenly came to T City, and his ears were burned by his words.

Mo Jingshen glanced at Nan Heng lightly, then looked at Ji Nuan, who was still standing in the bathroom and still washing his hands, and opened his mouth, his voice was warm and ordinary: "It's all cream, wash it and go back to the bedroom to change your clothes." ”

When Nan Heng looked at the gauze on Ji Nuan's head and the slightly red and swollen half of her face, her eyes were not so ordinary.

"It's so heavy, didn't you stomp on that turtle grandson's life on the spot?" Nan Heng sneered, but his expression was obviously much colder.

Ji Nuan's movements paused, and then glanced at him lightly, did Nanheng come because of those speakeasies?

Or is it something to do with that guy in the United States?

"Before he could make a move, he had already been abolished by Feng Ling. Mo Jingshen's extremely cold voice interrupted Ji Nuan's thoughts, and looked at her again: "Go back to the room and change clothes." ”

That person was not only abolished by Feng Ling, Ji Nuan almost killed him directly with his own hands later, wouldn't it be even bloodier at that time?

Ji Nuan knew that Nan Heng was in the arms business, and he also knew that there should be some unsimple relationship between him and black and white, and Nan Heng would come here, probably because the people who were disposed of last night were all a group of people from the speakeasy in T City, maybe there was some connection between them.

Ji Nuan really didn't want to listen to any more related topics about those people and things last night, she glanced at them, wiped her hands, and went straight back to the bedroom.

Seeing Ji Nuan stepping on the cake all over the floor and walking into the bedroom in a mess, Nanheng always felt that Ji Nuan seemed to be a little angry today, although she didn't say it, but the movement when she closed the bedroom door was still extraordinarily loud.

Nan Heng raised his eyebrows, and looked at Mo Jingshen with indifferent eyes: "What's the matter?

Mo Jingshen ignored him, casually unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, and said flatly: "What's going on over there in Los Angeles?"

"What's going on? Isn't this obvious? Su Lao locked up her baby granddaughter at home and grounded because of your pressure, Su Xueyi was just used as a gun, and dared to run to the country to make trouble, it is indeed bold enough, but you don't know what kind of force the Su family is relying on. Nanheng spread his hands: "But then again, are you really willing? The one who guarded you for a whole year when you were seriously injured and didn't recover ...... year."

There seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the air, and Mo Jingshen's always gentle face showed a sharp edge, and his tone remained cold and unchanged: "If it wasn't for my father intervening back then, he planted such a person next to me while I was unconscious, and I wouldn't even be able to admit my mistake as a life-saver, otherwise how do you think she would have the opportunity to guard me for a whole year?"

Nan Heng's eyebrows jumped suddenly, his eyes looked in the direction of the door that Ji Nuan had just closed, and then looked at Mo Jingshen's cold face, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Could it be that the little girl who accidentally picked up your life was Ji Nuan?" The Su family and your father ...... Damn, do I know some terrible secret...... "Read the latest chapter, please pay attention