The little guy sighed like an adult and regretted, "How come I have a hot head for a moment, I believe you?"

"You are a little conscience, how many black pots have I carried for you since you were born?" Lu Chuyang was dissatisfied. "On the matter of men and women, I understand that I rank second, and no one dares to rank first. Be happy to be a flower girl."

"I hope so."

……

Will Hotel, Presidential Suite on the 16th floor.

The temperature in the room kept rising, letting Tang Hainuo shout his throat, the man on the body under the influence of medicine, did not mean to let her go.

Sink overnight.

The next day, Tang Hainuo was awakened by pain. Mo Jingchen was still asleep beside him, except for the folds between the two sword eyebrows. His expression was calm, without the fierceness of last night. The sharp facial features were leaking into the room. The sunlight is more profound.

His skin is whiter than normal men's, and smooth without any flaws.

It is undeniable that he is so handsome that he is so unrecognizable to Tang Hainuo, especially when he is asleep, like an eye-catching picture.

But such a man who doesn't touch the fireworks in the world, even last night... Tang Hainuo was so embarrassed and angry that there was an urge to scratch his face.

She thought so and did it, but her fingertips just touched his face and her wrist was caught.

"Don't make trouble."

His voice is magnetic, with a little nasal sound, and the simple two words are like the bass of the piano, deep and pleasant, with a hint of temptation.

If he did not keep his eyes closed and showed no signs of opening, Tang Hainuo would think he was pretending to be asleep.

His palm was warm, and the fire-like temperature penetrated the skin like an electric current and passed through the limbs of the body.

Last night it was these hands that took her from the door panel to the carpet, sofa, bed, and dragged her into hell.

Last night was like a nightmare. Tang Hainuo was touched by something dirty. He shook off his hand and crawled out of the bed.

On the ground, her clothes had broken into pieces and could not be worn. Tang Hainuo hesitated and picked up Mo Jingchen's clothes and put them on.

Mo Jingchen is tall and long, and his clothes are worn loose on the 170-year-old Tang Hainuo.

As if afraid of the person on the bed waking up and taking her to revisit what happened last night, Tang Hainuo rolled up his sleeves and trousers in a panic, knotted the shirt around his waist, and hurriedly picked up the bag that had fallen to the ground and left the room. Enter the elevator not far away.

Tang Hainuo walked hurriedly, not paying attention to Lin Ning who came out of the next room with her almost at the same time.

Lin Ning really looked at it, she stared closely at Tang Hainuo's back.

Isn't that Don Haino? Stepmother Peng Siyi's daughter, when did she come to Tongcheng?

This time came out of the hotel room, it must be a man fishing.

On the 16th floor of the Will Hotel, all are presidential suites. The guests staying are either rich or expensive. Unexpectedly, the girl was so shabby that she could hook a rich man.

Lin Ning had a sour grape in her heart. The door of 1618 was half-covered. Lin Ning wanted to see who had such a bad taste. She pushed the door in.

Inside the door, white shirts and black skirts were scattered all over the place, and the air was sulky, Lin scolded "Bitch" and walked into the quiet suite where no sound could be heard.

The water bed was soft, and the person was stuck in the bed. Lin Ning bumped into the courage and walked to the bed.

On the bed, Mo Jingchen slowly opened his eyes, and the two of them suddenly faced each other.

The man who slept with Tang Hainuo turned out to be Mo Jingchen, the helm of Tongcheng's centuries-old giants, Mo Jingchen who has been indifferent for many years, but has recently been scandalously scandalous!

It was also the man she wanted to climb up with in her dreams. She worked hard for a long time, but she didn't expect Tang Hai Nuojie to get ahead of her. Lin Ning almost jealously cut the leather bag under her hand. She cried resentfully, "Mr. Mo... "

Unlike last night's almost unscented fragrance, Lin Jing's heavy perfumed smoked Mo Jingchen's head became more and more painful.

He closed his eyes lightly, his eyes indistinct, and his squeezed hands pinched the bridge of his nose. "You go out and wait, I will give you an explanation."