Charming wife and seductive: the black-bellied president is too dangerous

Chapter 45 Love, You Can't Be Yourself

Near noon.

An Xin sat cross-legged on the sofa, her jet-black eyes stared fixedly at the phone, her face full of annoyance.

Not replying to text messages, not answering calls, what does this old man mean?

An Xin subconsciously ignored the fact that she hung up on the phone call she made earlier after only two seconds. On the contrary, she felt all kinds of displeasure and complained about Mo Zhengting in her heart.

until--

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

The doorbell rang, and An Xin got up impatiently to open the door: "Dad, why don't you bring the key? If I go out, you..."

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

With dark eyes, he stared in astonishment at Mo Zhengting, who seemed to have fallen from the sky, and his cherry pink lips couldn't even close together.

Is she fantasy?Why would he show up at her door?

It is said that one cannot speak ill of people behind their backs, so why not be so effective?Could it be that God is looking at his appearance, so he favors this man?

An Xin wanted to cry but her mouth was flat.

Looking at the delicate little woman in front of her, wearing a short T-shirt with her navel exposed on her upper body, a pair of pink shorts on her lower body, her two white and tender feet were bare, and her messy hair, she looked at herself in shock and looked stupid, Mo Zhengting was hazy Suddenly, a ray of bright sunshine penetrated into my mood.

After 2 minutes of stalemate——

"Don't ask me to come in and sit down?"

The deep, playful voice made An Xin wake up like a dream.

Stupidly stepped aside, "Oh, come in, come in!"

Originally, the living room was just right for the father and daughter to live in, but suddenly there was a noble and powerful tall man, and it immediately seemed cramped and narrow.

Mo Zhengting quickly scanned the simple but tidy small living room, frowning slightly.

Such a small place, not as big as his bathroom, how could it be enough for his little wild cat to make a fuss?

An Xin stood by the door blankly, watching the man in a daze as he pushed every room away, carefully inspecting everything with sharp eyes, and then his face became more and more gloomy.

She wrung her fingers nervously, she didn't show her teeth and claws like before, her heart was beating unreasonably fast, she didn't know what to say.

My mind is full of: why is he here?Is he disliking the shabby place where she lives?

Thinking of his manor, which was comparable to a palace, I couldn't help feeling depressed and inferior, and even regretted that he shouldn't have been allowed in!

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I blurted out, "Why did you come here?"

The room that Mo Zhengting just pushed away was obviously lived by the little wild cat.

He didn't take it seriously when he heard her question.Stepping straight into it, carefully taking in everything, even the small hairpin on the dressing table.

The pink and white walls, the log-colored furniture, the left wall is full of various photo frames, the right is a large French bay window, the taro-colored lace curtains swing with the wind, and the whole room is filled with a faint sweet fragrance. her taste.

nice smell~

Seeing him enter her bedroom, An Xin panicked even more, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall in shock.

At 11:50, Dad will be back to cook in more than ten minutes...

Not knowing whether it was a guilty conscience or some other reason, she walked in, closed the door, and muttered in dissatisfaction——

"Who let you into my room, get out!"

Mo Zhengting turned around in a leisurely manner, and his deep eyes fell on An Xin's fair and pretty face without blinking.

It wasn't until she saw her cheeks getting redder that she walked over with long legs, with a playful smile on her face.

"Lonely man and widow, you closed the door again, I thought you were implying something to me."

An Xin immediately retorted, "I didn't!"

"No? Then why did you close the door? Huh?"

While speaking, the tall and straight figure approached, sealing her whole body behind the door, making the cramped space airtight.

The tip of his nose is full of the faint smell of tobacco on his body, as well as his own, good-smelling masculine breath. As the breath penetrates into the lungs, his cheeks are getting hotter and hotter, and the soles of his feet are as weak as if they are stepping on cotton.

The wide and dry palm caressed her naked waist, avoiding her wound well, and then slowly tightened it, making her whole body stick in his arms.

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(End of this chapter)