Listening to Mo Qinghan's words, He Zheyu's brows tightened, and after taking a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, he slowly spit it out

, The light smoke lingered between Mo Qinghan and He Zheyu, and then sneered: "What you call something is hugging other men at the entrance of the hotel, right?" ”

Mo Qinghan's mouth squirmed, and he said in a small voice for a while: "You misunderstood!" ”

He Zheyu stood up for a moment, Leng Ling's gaze scraped over like an ice blade, and an angry voice followed: "Isn't Zhao Qingwu the man you have in mind?" Isn't it the man who owes you the rest of your life? Mo Qinghan, don't forget who you sold the rest of your life to, so please also talk about professional ethics. ”

He Zheyu's every word turned into Mo Qinghan's ears like a thorn, piercing Mo Qinghan's brain for a while, Mo Qinghan stood there expressionlessly, the corners of his mouth flashed a touch of self-deprecation, and the clenched palm, because of the excessive force, the slightly sharp nails pierced deeply into Mo Qinghan's palm, bringing bursts of pain that pierced the heart.

Mo Qinghan, who smiled bitterly, his eyes were a little dazed, and he said indifferently: "As you said, the man I like has always been Zhao Qingwu, and the man who wants to be the head of the white is also Zhao Qingwu, is this answer satisfactory?" ”

As soon as Mo Qinghan finished speaking, He Zheyu pulled Mo Qinghan hard, circled it in his arms, took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, threw it away, suddenly lowered his head, and poured all the cigarettes he smoked into Mo Qinghan's mouth, the four lips were tightly pressed together, and the mouths of the two were filled with the smell of choking smoke, Mo Qinghan didn't know what to do, and swallowed the smoke in a panic, Mo Qinghan pushed He Zheyu hard, and He Zheyu moved his lips away, choking Mo Qinghan coughed, and the tears in his eyes choked out.

He Zheyu may have realized that he had gone too far, so he patted Mo Qinghan on the back, and said without the anger just now: "It's better." ”

Mo Qinghan eased up for a while before he came back, there were still a few tears in his eyes, and his eyes were desolate and looked at He Zheyu, who was still holding himself in his arms, and asked, "Do you still want to hold the woman who has been hugged by other men?" ”

He Zheyu frowned and thought for a moment, then leaned down and kissed Mo Qinghan's stubborn mouth, and the moment Mo Qinghan opened his mouth, He Zheyu's tongue suddenly slipped into Mo Qinghan's mouth, only to hear Mo Qinghan after the half-sound, there was no sound of resistance.

Under the guidance of He Zheyu, Mo Qinghan stumbled to the bedroom, and in a moment the clothes of the two were scattered in every corner of the room, and then the rapid breathing of the man and woman sounded in the room, and what happened next was also to follow the trend.

When she woke up in the morning, Mo Qinghan was woken up by an alarm clock, she squinted and looked for a while before turning off the alarm clock, she still didn't want to move with her eyes closed, she reached out and touched the sheets beside her that had no temperature, it seemed that He Zheyu had been walking for a while.

Mo Qinghan got up slowly, feeling that her body wanted to be crushed by something, not a little pain, last night she obviously felt that He Zheyu was angry when she did it twice last night.

When Mo Qinghan got up, he saw He Zheyu's note pressed under the alarm clock: "Breakfast is in the microwave, heat it up by yourself", the handwriting is as unruly as He Zheyu himself, and there is a touch of heroism.

Mo Qinghan put the note back in its original position, didn't go to the hot microwave oven, just opened the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk.