Even if Mo Yan was so calm, he felt the man's displeasure.

For a long time, although this man was expressionless, but the breath of the noble superior was blowing on his face, and now, it was like an ocean, the more calm the man, the more the river and the sea were turned under the surface.

Just when Mo Yan's mind was muddy, the whole person was vacated, and Mo Yan subconsciously hooked the man's neck,

After a while, Leng Buding thoughtfully furrowed his delicate eyebrows,

Now, we are faced with a difficult choice:

The place where the big hand on the waist touched it was blue. She was a little uncomfortable......

But she just woke up, and she didn't want to speak,

emmm…… Is life or comfort important?

Mo Yan really compared it seriously,

The result is fate-important.

So when Mo Yan was about to speak, she happened to see Mo Zichen's handsome face with a faint dark circle from her angle, coupled with the indifferent aura that no one should enter,

Ink Smoke: ......

emmmm……

Forget it, just help her move her muscles.

After figuring it out, Mo Yan's body, which was originally tense because of the pain, slowly relaxed, and his little head arched a few times, finding a comfortable position on Mo Zichen's chest, obediently like a cat......

Mo Zichen noticed that Mo Yan was approaching, and his cold heart softened suddenly.

Even the strength of his hands was much softer, and Mo Yan felt much more comfortable when he was wrapped in his big hands......

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not speak, Mo Zichen walked out of the classroom door with the ink cigarette, and sat directly on the Bentley after going down the stairs.

The black car was gone, although it was on campus, but because the owner of the driver's seat was skilled, there was no delay in the speed of the car......

"Bentley's most expensive car, the performance is so strong that I can't buy it with money, am I blind?"

"What kind of big guy just came to our school? My dad is going to invest in him! ”

"You don't have a chance, didn't you see the big guy hugging his little girlfriend?"

The campus was boiling, and the ink smoke was originally deliberately reduced because he didn't want to attract the attention of the heroine in college, and his sense of existence was suddenly blown away......

Twenty minutes later, the car drove into the ink garden and stopped in front of the villa.

The car door opened, a black leather shoe stepped out, and the tall figure of the man immediately appeared, holding a delicate doll with skin like snow in his arms.

Wang Ma hurriedly greeted her,

"Miss, where have you been these days? Heaven has eyes, the young master said to bring it back to you, and he brought it back to you! ”

Wang's mother was a little excited,

Miss Mo is the first girl that Wang Ma has ever seen the young master bring back to the villa.

"Mother Wang, you don't know, it was your young master who drove me away, she thought I was in this villa and didn't listen to him, so she threw me away!"

The ink smoke still squeezed out a few tears,

In the next second, he was carried into the villa by the man, went up the stairs, and his tall figure walked through the corridor and straight towards the innermost room.

Mo Yan angrily took a small hammer and hammered Mo Zichen a few times, this bastard, she hasn't finished complaining yet!

"Ink smoke, what? Didn't you follow me in front of me and shout to be my little girlfriend before? Replaced so soon? "Lock the door and put down the smoke,

Mo Zichen directly deceived himself,

As always, the dark black suit is colder than the night outside the window, the silver dark lines on the neckline are glowing with a cold luster, and the dark eyes are like ice soaked in the deep pool of ten thousand years.

"What substitution?" , Even if he was impressed by the powerful momentum of the man, Mo Yan was still confused,

"After provoking me, he immediately rushed to the arms of the next man non-stop, Mo Yan, what are you doing to me? A tool for you to kill boredom? ”

Ink Smoke: ......

A bewildered ......

Ten faces are confused......

Hundred faces are confused......

Why does it sound like she has done something unforgivable, a scumbag who has committed a heinous crime and abandoned his bad wife?

Seeing a blank emotion on Mo Yan's face, the haze in Mo Zichen's eyes became thicker, and his anger gradually condensed.

Do you really think that the person she did was unaware? Now you want to tease him like a fool, don't you?

Did she pursue a person's self-realization? She had already given up before he even got it? It used to be wishful thinking on his part, so he forced all his possessiveness to the bottom of his heart!

But now it's clear that she provoked him! How? Think he's an orphan with no father or mother, and really think he's still the same domestic animal that can be treated like a plaything?

Mo Yan is a little confused, she seems to, it seems that she hasn't kidnapped others recently, right?

But it seems that this man looks very angry......

What kind of anger are you angry?

Mo Yan cautiously asked, "The next man?" Who is it? ”

The wound was torn open fiercely, Mo Zichen's hand strength increased uncontrollably, and his gloomy eyes stared at her without relaxation: "Mo Yan, you have to let me cut off that man's head and put it in front of you before you admit it, right?"

Mo Yan's heart is like riding a roller coaster, with a groggy eye in front of him, pain in his wrist, plus a bruise on his waist, and an inexplicably angry lion in front of him......

The warm breath blew on her neck, and Mo Zichen's low voice was imperceptibly tight......

Mo Yan cleared his throat and was very serious: "I think you should have misunderstood something, really!"

Why? Charge her with indiscriminately?

In this case, you can't recognize what you've done.

What's more, or does she not know if she has done it?

Mo Yan's judgment of the situation in front of him couldn't be clearer......

"Okay, since you don't follow the rules, then I don't have to care, Moyan, this is what you owe me!" Mo Zichen's head was buried in the neck of the ink cigarette,

In the next second, Mo Yan felt itchy and crispy around his neck, and the faint nicotine taste on the man's body was like an imperial ...... returning from the dark night

Mo Yan's brain crashed and went blank......

Now the distance between the two of them should be more than the distance between brother and sister, so, so her brother shouldn't be able to provide convenience for the heroine anymore, right? If it is convenient, then can she mix it up in the middle?

"Mo Zichen, I hurt ......" Mo Yan's delicate and soft voice was very immature,

"Where does it hurt?"

Mo Zichen immediately retreated, and a flash of annoyance flashed in his eyes,

Mo Yan gently scooped up the clothes around his waist, and he was already blue, because after almost half an hour, it was already black and green......

As soon as Mo Yan saw Mo Zichen's expression, he knew that there was a play, and the whole person became more and more aggrieved, looking at Mo Zichen with big eyes,

Mo Zichen looked at the black and blue patch, frowned, hugged Mo Yan to the bed, and called the family doctor directly.

There was silence in the air......

Except for the occasional call of ink smoke......