Chapter Twenty-Seven: Your Man Is Not Dead Yet

Her smile made Ye Muyang tremble.

Took the contract from his hand, didn't even look at it, and threw it in the trash. With an indifferent face, Ye Mu Yang Wanjian felt pain in his heart, this was also the first time he looked at Mo Xiaobei so squarely, such a strong Mo Xiaobei.

His face became redder and redder by his burning gaze, Mo Xiaobei turned his head and glanced at him fiercely, turned around and entered the back room. Xiaola was still asleep, and there was a big bag bulging on the back of her hand because of the infusion, and she felt pain in her heart when she saw it.

As I said before, her mother treats Mo Xiaola like a baby, and she doesn't fight, scold, or say. Dirty work, heavy work and tiring work have never been touched by Mo Xiaola, except for food, Mo Xiaola is simply raised like a princess. Now, for the first time, she suffered.

Gu Hengyuan was also very distressed about the bag in Mo Xiaola's hand. Squeezed Mo Xiaobei away, gently raised her hand and kissed it on her lips, Mo Xiaobei felt goosebumps all over his body, looked at Gu Hengyuan with disgust, and said in his heart, can you be more disgusting?

"Are you hungry?" Ye Muyang walked over, hugged her from behind, touched her belly with warm palms, circled and circled, flirting quietly, but the clothes were too thick, and Mo Xiaobei didn't understand that the person was eating her tofu from beginning to end.

Nodding, he suddenly shouted, "What time is it?" She asked Ye Muyang.

"A quarter past eight." Ye Mu Yang replied.

Suffered. Yesterday she didn't ask the manager for leave, and if she didn't go tonight, she might be fired again. She didn't want to be fired twice in a row. My sister now is the time to spend a lot of money.

Seeing her panicked appearance, Ye Muyang thought that something was wrong, but before he could ask, Mo Xiaobei broke away from his arms and ran out.

"Gu Hengyuan, you can help me take care of my sister. Xie Lu thanks, Ye Muyang, I'm leaving. ”

Her words swayed in the wind.

"Where are you going?" Ye Muyang chased out, grabbed Mo Xiaobei's wrist that was still running wildly, and before he could brake the car, Mo Xiaobei fell into Ye Muyang's arms fiercely, smelling the faint fragrance on his body, Mo Xiaobei was bored. "Oh, don't pull me, I'm going to report to E.."

"Don't go!" Ye Muyang raised his eyebrows, and he was domineering. "Am I not even able to raise you as a woman?"

"Who wants you to raise it?" As soon as Mo Xiaobei heard this, he began to blow up, and in the depths of his memory, there was also a person who said in not very authentic Mandarin, "Can't I even afford to raise you as a woman." But then, he disappeared, completely disappeared into the world that belonged to her.

"Tell you Ye Muyang, I don't need anyone to raise it. Thank you yesterday, I will pay back the money as soon as possible. With a cold face, he pulled his hand, and just as he was about to leave, his wrist was pinched again, Ye Muyang's face was stinky, and he scolded him: "You white-eyed wolf who can't be fed." ”

"Yes, yes, I'm a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed," Mo Xiaobei said according to his temper: "Uncle, can you let me go now?" ”

Ye Muyang thought about it, her spirit was in a state of high tension last night, and it was time for her to relax and relax, so she nodded, and her hand was still holding her tightly: "Let's go, I'll go to E.Bar too." ”

Uncle! Mo Xiaobei was speechless. Anyway, is there a president who is so idle?

The lotus sports car roared in the ink-like night, and soon came to E. Bar, and there was an adaptation student to greet him, and saw Ye Muyang getting out of the car by himself, and then went around to Mo Xiaobei to open the car door for her, and the gentleman took her hand and got out of the car, and then hugged Mo Xiaobei's waist tightly, and the action was done in one go.

Adaptation was born, and Mo Xiaobei smiled ambiguously. I can't see it, it turns out that the little demon doesn't make a move, and when he makes a move, he will be a top big money.

Mo Xiaobei didn't notice their little eyes that flashed and flashed, but she was indeed a well-maintained mistress now.

The hall was as noisy as ever, Mo Xiaobei's eyes were stinged by all kinds of flashing lights, and on the stage, the men and women danced emotionally, so as not to hook the soul.

"Master, let me go, will you? I went backstage to change my clothes. Pointing to the old thick clothes he was wearing, Mo Xiaobei was helpless, did he want the hole to be so tight? Her kidneys were about to be squeezed out by him.

Raising his eyebrows, Ye Muyang said disappreciably: "What clothes do you change?" Mo Xiaobei, your man is not dead yet. Don't think about hooking up with some wild man for me. ”

"......" Mo Xiaobei sighed, looked at Ye Muyang with a smile in his eyes, and said, "It's not for you?" Haven't you heard of women pleasing themselves? ”

Well, Young Master Ye was happy, his mouth was like a stealing cat, and he was happy with his mood, so he didn't hesitate to take a bite on Mo Xiaobei's mouth and touch her head: "Go ahead." ”

At that look, I can't wait for Mo Xiaobei to just take off his shoes and slap him on the head.

But she didn't dare, so she had to vent on her high heels, and took the floor as Ye Muyang's smiling fancy face. Well, the mood is a lot better.

Walking to the backstage, she casually twisted a pale yellow dress, elegant and lively, put it on her body, and grinned at herself in the mirror.

Sketched a light makeup for himself, and secretly said, "Come on." Pushing open the door and about to get out, someone was one step ahead of her, squeezed in like a loach, closed the door, and locked the door.

Mo Xiaobei frowned dissatisfiedly.