After being caught, she could only call herself a scoundrel by secretly putting down her phone and grinning at him.

"Let's talk about it." He glanced casually at his phone and reclined on the bed, his hands on his head, glancing lazily at her.

His voice was originally good, but the hoarse at the moment has more of an itching charm.

Bai Mo cleared his throat and hurriedly got up from the bed.

He was lying and she was standing, he looked at her coldly, and she was sweating.

This feeling is inexplicably a little wrong.

Why does she always feel inferior to him?

Thinking of this, Bai Mo stepped back, sat down on the footstool steadily, gritted his teeth and said, "There's nothing to say." ”

"What makes you want this money so unscrupulously?" He asked, his eyes smiling but not smiling, full of danger.

She hesitated for a moment, and then asked him: "That money was left to me by Ji Sicheng, you can't be busy with your own affairs, now I want it, what can you do if you give it to me?" It not only saves you things, but also completes Ji Sicheng's entrustment. ”

"What Ji Sicheng!" His tone was a little heavy, "That's your dad!" ”

Well, Bai Mo acquiesced to his statement, anyway, since the beginning of this morning, as long as he talks about this money, he always tries his best to divert the topic, and now he is drunk.

"Anyway, I want it, you give it to me now!" Bai Mo was a little anxious, and shouted at him with a frown.

He burst out laughing.

Bai Mo suddenly realized that what he said was a bit of a "lustful" ambiguity, and his face turned red.

It's a terrible, cramped space, and there's not even an escape from an awkward place.

It's really impossible to talk about this naivety.

Bai Mo thought about it, and then said hard-headedly, "What do you have to do to give me this money?" ”

He pursed his lips and smiled, but did not speak.

"You said that when my father was dying, he must have hoped that I could live a good life, would he be happy if the spirit of heaven knew that I had suffered all your cold eyes and ridicule for this money?" Bai Mo felt that he was so affectionate, this road must be open.

"Well," he replied lazily, "I'll explain it myself when I see him." ”

Bai Mo panicked and hurriedly looked at him.

He laughed.

Bai Mo hurriedly withdrew his gaze again, almost begging: "Give it to me!" ”

He still didn't speak.

Bai Mo turned his heart sideways and walked to the window, but found that the windows were all closed, and could only be opened slightly for ventilation, so he helplessly pointed to the opposite family and said, "If you don't give it to me, I'll jump from there!" ”

She never thought in her life that she would play a scene of forcing each other to die in front of a man, although it was a bit embarrassing, but she was already poor in donkey skills and couldn't think of a better way.

He glanced down at his phone, got up from the bed, approached her, pinched her chin and smiled, "Don't say that, or I'll mistakenly think that you don't really want the money." ”

Bai Mo's heart was beating wildly, he was close to her, she was close to the glass window, and outside the window was the dizzying and weak sky.

She let out a breath.

He slowly leaned in and stared into her eyes.

Bai Mo subconsciously stretched out his hand, and his mouth was blocked with his hand.

He leaned down and imprinted a kiss on her palm.

His lips were as hot as he remembered, with a wet softness, ironing the most sensitive parts of her palms closely.

In an instant, Bai Mo pushed him away violently as if he had been hit by an electric current, clapping his hands hard.

Damn psychological cleanliness!