Sister is rich vs 10
Looking at Lu Linling turning a pack of cigarettes in his hand, he didn't know what he was thinking.
She sighed in her heart and quietly got up.
Lu Linling seemed to be alarmed, and raised his hand to stop her, "Sit." β
Then, he took a slender cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, rummaging from side to side but couldn't find a lighter.
A hint of gloom gradually appeared between her eyebrows, and the gloom became thicker and thicker, and finally she irritated herself and picked up her cigarette and threw it on the table.
Jiang Mo watched quietly, with mixed tastes for a while.
Don't allow her to think about it too much, Lu Linling glanced at her, and his voice was full of indifference, "You send Fang Yicheng back." β
Jiang Mo pursed the corners of her mouth, "Miss Lu, you are more familiar with him, so you should send it." β
She bowed slightly, got up and left in Lu Linling's stunnedness, and gently led the door.
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There was only a small light left outside, and the light was very dim.
She glanced at the couch, where the slender figure was gone.
It's a pity that she still thinks that she can take another look before leaving.
Forget it, she shook her head.
The world here is too far away from her, and he is not something she can dream about as a worker.
Unscrewed the door, and without raising her head, she stepped out of the door with one foot.
didn't think that there was someone standing at the door, and she didn't have time to stop her feet, so she plunged her head into the other party's arms.
And then there's the sound of something hitting the ground.
She leaned at the man with a bewildered expression.
Under the face is a dry and delicate cloth, and the tip of the nose is filled with a crisp, clean smell, which is very good.
She even sniffed it carefully, making sure it wasn't perfume.
"What are you doing?"
A cool voice sounded overhead.
Jiang Mo looked up suddenly.
ββ¦β¦β
Two muffled snorts, one covering his forehead and the other stroking his chin.
Jiang Mo bared her teeth in pain, and when she saw the other party's face clearly, she suddenly felt that this pain was nothing.
After all - a handsome guy of this level can take a look at it more.
Lu Linhe couldn't be better, squinting slightly, waiting for the sharp pain to pass, he almost suspected that he had just heard the sound of his mandible cracking.
This silent still pattern lasted for a full five seconds.
Jiang Mo looked down at the mobile phone that fell from the corner of the wall, and there was a crack in the screen, nine times out of ten, it was just fallen.
She screamed badly, the latest model of a certain brand, two or three thousand for a different screen.
In the next second, she rubbed her head and preemptively, "It's not good to look at your phone when you walk!" β
Her voice was soft and glutinous, with a hint of accusation that was not excessive.
Lu Linhe lowered his head, moved his jaw with his fingers, and looked at her after making sure that it was okay.
Jiang Mo was a little weak by him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?" β
Lu Lin's eyes were patient, and he glanced at the mobile phone on the ground.
In fact, he had just answered the phone and was about to push the door when it suddenly opened, and she rushed in, and he couldn't dodge.
People only helped him change his tires in the afternoon, but Jiang Mo still didn't want to go.
Picked up the phone and handed it to him, "I'm sorry, how do you think I'm going to pay?" Or add a WeChat and send me the bill after repairing it. β
Lu Lin and Dingding looked at her for two seconds, "Forget it." β
Whining! Yan is good, good and generous!
Jiang Mo was so grateful that he threw himself to the ground, thought about it and said:
"To be on the safe side, let's wear a condom in the future."
There was silence.
The corners of Jiang Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and his brain was rewind for five seconds, and he ...... Just now...... What did you say?
No. What she had in mind was a phone case! How can it become a condom when it comes to the mouth?!
Besides, people's five-digit coats are thrown away, let alone a mobile phone screen? You must know that it is not uncommon for rich people to wear condoms...... Uh-huh!
Jiang Mo was speechless, and had to pretend to laugh as if nothing happened. Seeing his faint expression, he couldn't help but comfort himself that he had thought too much, and he didn't think about anything else at all.
No, the person gentlemanly gave way to the side and motioned for her to go first.
Jiang Mo hesitated, and pointed behind him with a smile, "That...... They all went to sing. β
Lu Linhe raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Mo simply pointed out directly, "Mr. Fang and Miss Lu are inside." β
thinks he should be a smart person, there is no need to get involved in other emotional entanglements of the gold owner, not to mention that the other party is still a rich and powerful rich second generation.
Lu Linhe's face was not surprised, and he continued to raise his feet and walk inside.
Just as the two passed by, he suddenly stopped and called slowly, "Miss Jiang." β
Jiang Mo stared at his superior jawline.
Grinning, it turned out that he knew that her surname was Jiang.
"How many times did you use this trick?"
Jiang Mo: "Huh? β
"Throw yourself into a hug for a man you've only seen once."
His voice was slow, soft, but the corners of his mouth curled in a mocking arc, "Andβsay something provocative." β
Jiang Mo was stunned, looking at his back for a while before reacting, and instantly felt ashamed and angry.
So...... He thought she was deliberately seducing him?
Chapter VIII
A Mingke car in the parking lot had its headlights on, and a man was standing next to him, the light of the cigarette in his hand flickering on and off.
The sky was still drizzling, and the evening breeze was a little cooler. Jiang Mo covered his head with one hand, tightened his coat with the other and walked over.
Yang Guangli threw down the cigarette butt, barely crushed his feet with an unsteady pace, and looked her up and down with a little drunkenness, "What...... Coming out alone? β
Jiang Mo was a little surprised, in her impression, although Yang Guangli was a drinker, he drank very well, and he would hardly get himself drunk. It can be seen how much he is stimulated today.
She smiled and asked, "Who should I go out with?" β
Yang Guangli was probably dissatisfied with her answer, and his chubby face wrinkled, "Fang...... What about Fang Yicheng? β
Jiang Mo shook his head, "I'm drunk, Miss Lu is taking care of him." β
Yang Guangli was stunned for a moment, and then snorted disdainfully, "What do I say...... It turned out that the surname Fang was also the woman's guest of the scene. I pretend to be the same as the emperor Lao Tzu, don't I still have to hug the thighs of the Lu family...... And my good brother, who eats things inside and outside, never takes me as a big brother in his eyes......"
Hearing this, Jiang Mo took a half step back and looked away.
Yang Guangli probably also realized the gaffe, and muttered to stop his mouth.
He shook his body and hiccuped loudly, "First...... Get on the bus first. β
Then he opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
Jiang Mo's eyelids jumped, and she went around to the back of the car to dial Zhang Wenwen, but unsurprisingly, no one answered the phone.
After a moment's hesitation, she got into the car.
Yang Guangli seemed to be in a better mood after complaining just now, and looked at her: "Wine, what's the big deal to drink a little bit...... Jiang Mo: You said that you communicate with customers without drinking, how can you do it! β
Jiang Mo drove the car out of the parking space and laughed haha, "Mr. Yang, if I drink wine, who will send you back now?" β
Yang Guangli laughed, his eyes slid over the slit of the skirt on the side of her legs, and he said half-drunk and half-awake: "Do you really think I lack a driver?" β
There was silence.
Jiang Mo had no intention of dealing with a drunkard, and only thought that he would send people to Tinghu Flower Garden for a while.
Yang Guangli began to talk to himself, "In this way, you go to Shenglong...... I'll buy you a few beautiful clothes from ...... Throw away all those old-fashioned suits and pants. β
Jiang Mo held the steering wheel for two purposes, and caught a glimpse that his hand was already on the middle armrest box, and his upper body was also tilting to her side.
She reminded in a cold voice: "Mr. Yang, I'm driving." β
Yang Guangli looked at her a little sluggishly for a long time, and then leaned back stupidly, "Jiang Mo...... You're okay with everything...... I just don't know how to use my strengths. β
Jiang Mo resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
This weekend, there is a lot of traffic on the road. In a place like Jiuhui, any one that comes out is a million-dollar luxury car, and her eyes are still a little astigmatism, so she usually tries to avoid driving at night.
Jiang Mo carefully held the steering wheel, merged into the traffic heading towards the exit, stepped on the brakes one step at a time, and slowly moved forward.
Ten minutes later, I finally turned right out of Jiuhui. Just as she was breathing a sigh of relief, an idiot on the other side of the road turned on the high beams, and she was stabbed and narrowed her eyes.
What's worse is that she suddenly felt a chill on her right thigh, and when she looked around, she saw a big fat hand covering the slit on the side of her skirt.
She felt sick to her stomach and reflexively moved her legs.
But I forgot that I was stepping on the brakes.
By the time she realized that she was on the slope of the bridge, she hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but it was too late.
In Yang Guangli's exclamation, there was a "bang", and the car slammed into the one behind it.