After Qiao Ruoxin finished playing the last note, Mo Chen said in a deep voice: "I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around indifferently and went back to the bedroom.

"Hey you! What an attitude! No politeness! ”

She was laughed at angrily, this man did it on purpose!

She muttered angrily, "Just coax you, and see how I clean you up when you're well." ”

Qiao Ruoxin smiled helplessly, stood up and walked to the guardrail.

Looking at the place where Mo Chen stood just now, he whispered softly to himself: "Brother Mo Chen, good night." ”

The night breeze blew her long, fluffy and silky hair, hiding her delicate little face.

……

Mo Chen returned to the bedroom, pressed the remote control, and the curtains closed automatically.

His tall body slumped heavily on the bed, staring at the crystal chandelier above his head.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a doting smile.

If he stayed any longer, he might lose control and rush over directly to Qiao Ruoxin.

When I closed my eyes, all that came to my mind was Qiao Ruoxin's appearance of playing the guitar just now, gentle and pure.

Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "Good night, little ghost." ”

I don't know if the song just now has a hypnotic effect.

He did feel a little sleepy now, and gradually fell asleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Qiao Ruoxin took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and walked to the living room and sat down.

She looked like she had just woken up, wearing a light green nightgown with a suspender nightdress underneath, lazy and delicate.

That delicate little face, bright and innocent.

The slender white fingers unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a few sips of water.

There was a low sound of footsteps upstairs, and Qiao Ruoxin instantly sobered up, and looked back with a smile.

"Brother Mo Chen! You're awake! ”

Mo Chen's long straight legs were slowly descending the stairs, out of the feeling of New York Fashion Week.

He wore a burgundy suit with a perfectly cut and a black shirt with two buttons unbuttoned at random.

Handsome, ascetic, calm, sexy.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked downstairs with a cold and lazy look.

He replied lightly: "Hmm." ”

Qiao Ruoxin looked at this man and couldn't help but sigh, with a face that made a woman excited, and he was born with the aura of a prince.

Mo Chen, 188 cm tall, Department of Computer Science of Stanford University, the son of the richest man in Asia, the face of the rich second-generation circle, Yan Ba.

But no one is perfect.

Mo Chen's shortcomings are that he is boring, has few words, is arrogant, paranoid to the point of perversion, short-tempered, and machismo.

When he goes berserk, he is terrifying, and he can't control it at all.

Mo Chen walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly: "The mobile phone is on 24 hours a day. ”

"I'm going to record a show today, two days and one night, and I'm going to confiscate my phone."

The man scoffed: "When did you follow the rules so much?" I told you to stay away from me, did you listen? ”

"......" vitriolic dog man!

Mo Chen glanced at her coldly: "Figure it out yourself." ”

After speaking, he walked towards the outside of the villa.

She looked at the man's tall back: "Then you have to eat well, promise me!" ”

Mo Chen's footsteps paused and didn't look back: "Got it." ”

I really wanted to go up and hug him, but when I thought he would be so painful, I better forget it.

She watched Mo Chen leave, and the smile on her lips disappeared.

Qiao Ruo's heart nested in the sofa, and her tears slowly fell, breaking into several petals.

Seeing Mo Chen like this, she was very distressed, but she had no choice but to do it at the beginning.