Leng Qing glanced at the person on the bed, walked over and pulled up the quilt on her side, he shook his head, and it was a woman who didn't know the height of the sky.

Mo Nanjue has been standing on the balcony for a long time, and he didn't move until Leng Qing left, it was late at night, the weather was very cold, the man took out a folded A4 paper from his pocket, spread it out and stood in front of him.

He always carried this piece of paper with him, and when he changed his clothes, he would habitually put it in his lined pocket.

It was a portrait of his face, drawn with pencil, although not professional, but I have to say, the drawing was indeed quite similar.

All around, there are many sentences written in the form of dialog boxes.

[I, Monanjue, am a fowl ~ beast!]

[I'm not human!]

[I, Monan Jue, have been in love all day long~ estrus!]

[My Monan Jue just likes to play cool clothes!]

……

Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, and through this A4 sheet, he seemed to be able to see Tong Ran lying on the desk, pouting, holding a pencil in his hand, and laughing while drawing......

When she was his personal secretary, she was indeed oppressed by him all day long.

At that time, she could still smile so purely, he really wanted to keep her smile, which was more precious than money and power.

Mo Nanjue's eyes deepened, he lowered his head, and the tip of his nose touched the A4 paper, as if he could still smell the lingering fragrance she left.

The man stood outside the balcony almost all night, and it was not until the morning light was faint that Monanjue put away the paper, and he turned back to the suite and entered another room.

……

When Rong Qin woke up, it was already close to noon the next day, and when she opened her eyes and sat up, she found that she was sore all over.

Her gaze was reached......

At a glance, I could see the bright red on the sheets.

Monan Jue walked out of the other room with cufflinks on, and he stood still in front of the bed, "Sleep well?"

Rong Qin was surprised and delighted, she looked at the man's handsome face, and looked shy, "Jue Shao, we ...... last night"

A meaningful smile tugged at the corner of Mo Nanjue's mouth, he raised his head, his short dark brown hair was refracted by the sun, "You did well last night. ”

"I drank too much last night......"

"It's okay, I've always liked to be half-drunk. ”

Rong Qin lowered his head, obviously embarrassed, "Then how do you ...... Didn't you sleep with me?"

"I never sleep with women, it's my habit," Monan Jue leaned against the table, "Since you are my man, follow me in the future." ”

Rong Qin bit his lip and raised his head, and a smile appeared in Mo Nanjue's eyes, "What, unwillingly?"

"I'm willing!" Rong Qin hurriedly spoke, but she felt that this was too unreserved, she stammered, "Jue Shao, I, I'm afraid I won't do anything......"

"No, didn't you have a good time last night?" Mo Nanjue straightened up, raised his legs and walked out of the door, "I'll send a car to Nanyin to pick you up in the evening, go back and clean up." ”

He turned and walked out of the room.

Rong Qin always sat on the bed shyly, and the soreness between her legs really told her what happened last night, and it wasn't until the door was closed that a wanton smile appeared on her little face.

Luo Xiao also told her in a thousand words that Mo Nanjue is not an easy person to approach, it is just nonsense, what's so difficult?

Didn't she easily climb into his bed? Rong Qin picked up his mobile phone and sent the good news through a text message.