Su Jiuge laughed out loud in his heart.

Mo Jiaqi is just too young to hold her breath, if she is older, she must be a difficult master.

Su Jiuge nodded: "Well, I know."

Her shallow smile was very seductive, and the mockery was hidden in her eyes, so thick that it could be seen without subdivision.

"Sister Su." Mo Jiaqi let go of Su Jiuge's hand, very sad.

"I'll ask the driver to take you back." Su Jiuge raised his feet and left.

In this world, there are too many right and wrong, and in the end, there is no clear boundary.

Mo Jiaqi's behavior is nothing more than an image of the dirty and unwilling hearts of most people.

Mo Jiaqi still didn't make much trouble, and left obediently.

Su Jiuge came to the man's side, he was holding a newspaper, and he looked quiet and elegant.

"People are gone?" Rong Xun put down the newspaper and hugged the woman who had laid her whole body on top of him.

"Uh-huh." Su Jiuge nodded, thought for a while, and asked, "At the time of the presidential election, was the former president on your side?"

The man's big hand slowly stroked her slender and smooth legs, very ambiguous movements, but he had a breezy face and a serious face.

Su Jiuge blushed and glared at him without any deterrence.

Rong Xun then answered her question: "Hmm." His voice is as serious as it gets, but his hands are even more dishonest and go to more secret places.

"Can you ...... Hmm......" Su Jiuge covered his mouth, endured the unbearable feeling of being teased by him, turned over and pressed against the man, and said fiercely: "Do you do it again Believe it or not, I cut off your groping pig hands?!"

Rong Xun raised his eyebrows and looked at his hands, the hands with clear stock indexes, and the beautiful works of art like cold jade, as if he didn't expect that his hands would one day be described as salty pig hands.

Rong Xun opened his arms, his thin lips pursed a faint smile, and he looked like he could cut it if he wanted to.

Su Jiuge was furious, she slapped the man's chest, and said angrily: "Can you answer my question!"

When she got angry, she was like a little wild cat that was caught five times, and it was not easy for anyone to coax her.

Rong Xun hugged the woman's waist, and his voice was sexy and stubborn: "I'm impatient when I run out?"

Su Jiuge bit his lip and struggled out of his arms angrily.

Rong Xun didn't let it, her handsome face was close to her face, her skin was a high-quality white porcelain, delicate and fair, and the frequency of her eyelashes fluttering was the strongest aphrodisiac.

The man pressed against her ear bones, his voice was very low, and he said the most serious words: "He is my mentor."

Su Jiuge held back the coldness, but the coldness in his eyelids still leaked out in wisps.

Rong Xun took Mo Lingfeng as his mentor, but Mo Lingfeng wanted to engage him.

Rong Xun looked at the displeasure that the woman tried her best to hide and accidentally leaked, and smiled lowly: "You should be angry directly."

Su Jiuge looked at the man and twisted his face irritably.

She just can't control her emotions, this man has known for a long time and is still talking to her with a serious face.

"I know what to do, don't worry." Rong Xun twisted her face, his forehead pressed against hers.

Su Jiuge's crimson lips opened, and he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

The woman's lips brushed the tip of his heart like a soft feather, tickling, Rong Xun's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally couldn't help it, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The man's strong breath mixed with a faint smell of tobacco encroached on all of Su Jiuge's emotions, and she reached out against the man's chest, but still didn't push him away.

She didn't know if what Rong Xun said knew was different from what she thought she knew, whether it was the same thing.