President Ba Chong, woman you are so sweet

Chapter 120: Mo Mengjie entered his room instead of the servant "Mu Chen, do you have time tomorrow night?"

"At night? Is Uncle Mo in Nuocheng?"

"No, no, I am most annoyed by flying. It takes more than ten hours to fly. How can I bear it? Yichen, do you remember? My little son, I want to pay a visit to you, how about it? Give Mo Uncle, save face."

"Oh?"

The corner of Leng Muchen's mouth twitched into a playful sneer, "Well, then I'll give Uncle Mo some face."

Leng Muchen's words made Mo Chengyang on the other end of the phone turn cold, and cursed inwardly, "This little bastard."

"Hehe, okay, then it's settled. By the way, Mu Chen, your parents have also come to Nuocheng. Yichen has a new girlfriend, and it happened that your parents helped me to see each other, see each other, remember Pass it on for me."

After hanging up the phone, Leng Muchen almost dropped the phone, you damn bastard.

Well, Mo Yichen, he has a bit of a brain, not too stupid.

"A-Tai, tell them not to look for it, just do what they have to do, and remember to tell your subordinates when you train again, no matter what price you pay, it doesn't matter who the other person is. If you say yes, you must bring the person to Ben Shao."

"Yes, Master Leng."

Shan Tai agreed to Leng Muchen's exhortation and left.

The office became quiet again, Mohen stood aside quietly waiting for Leng Muchen's order.

Leng Muchen glanced at the documents piled up on the table, and the anger in his heart because of Lan Xiao's sudden disappearance was transferred to work at this moment.

Looking at the man who carefully reviewed the documents, Mohen breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt too much uneasiness in his heart. He has been with this man for so many years, and he has never been a character who swallows his anger, whether it is Lan Xiao, or Mo Yichen, and Mo Chengyang, who called him just now and threatened him, he didn't respond, and he would endure it without a watch.

The present calm is just the prelude to the storm.

Leng Muchen approved the documents for a day in the office, ate the lunch ordered by the secretary from outside, and devoted himself to work again. It was not until late at night that Mohen came to remind him that it was time to go back and rest.

Leng Muchen looked at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock.

He rubbed his swollen temples and said to Mohen, "Send me back."

He was tired so he didn't want to drive by himself.

On the way, Mohen called the housekeeper and asked him to prepare supper and bath water.

When he returned to the villa, the bath water had already been put away. Leng Muchen handed the things to the butler and went upstairs to take a bath first. After soaking in a comfortable hot bath, he felt much more comfortable.

Lying on the big bed, he rang the bell and called the housekeeper, "Find someone to come up and give me a massage."

"Yes, Young Master Leng, go over immediately."

Uncle Leng turned around to look for someone, and saw Mo Mengjie coming down the stairs in pajamas, as if she had just woken up, and asked Uncle Leng, "Uncle Leng, is Brother Mu Chen back?"

"Yes, Miss Mo, please wait a moment if you need anything."

Uncle Leng nodded, and went to call the servant who can massage. Hearing the conversation between Uncle Leng and the servant, Mo Mengjie's eyes flashed, and she looked upstairs.

"Uncle Leng?"

"Hey, Miss Mo."

"Brother Mu Chen must be very tired. I know a little about massage. Even my aunt is full of praise for my skills. Let me try it."

She said with a smile, without waiting for Uncle Leng to react to the maid, she went upstairs and walked to the door of Leng Muchen's room.

Uncle Leng wanted to stop him, but when he was hesitating, Mo Mengjie had already knocked on Leng Muchen's door, and a deep male voice came from inside, "Come in."

Mo Mengjie pushed the door open and came in, closed the door very lightly, turned around, and saw a man lying on the bed with a towel wrapped around him in a big character. The limbs don't look particularly big, and the bare back is white but not sickly. The muscles are full and healthy, and the lines are smooth and perfect. Rao has seen too many men with good figures, and Mo Mengjie can't help swallowing. saliva.

The buttocks covered by the bath towel protrude under the powerful narrow waist, making her unable to help but want to reach out and touch it, to see if it feels springy, and those legs, such a pair of long legs are the most beautiful in trousers. Good-looking, with thick hair down the thighs, very healthy and sexy.

Mo Mengjie is already 25 years old, she is not young, she should be called a mature woman, because of this man, she keeps no scandals around her, and prevents too many attractive men. more emptiness.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and start from the beginning."

Leng Muchen's deep and impatient voice startled the wandering Mo Mengjie, "Oh." After saying a word, she walked to the bedside with a red hot face, and stretched out her slender hands to caress the man. head of.

"Yeah. Just a little harder."

Mo Mengjie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She didn't dare to exhale too much, so she increased her strength and pressed it seriously. She was very confident in her skills. In order to please Mo Chengyang , When she was 16 years old, she learned this skill from an old Chinese medicine doctor, to please others. She has been learning while doing this since she was a child, in order to ensure her status and at the same time make herself climb higher.

Otherwise, Dad would never keep a man like Leng Muchen to himself, and the Mo family is outside, and she is not the only outstanding daughter. When she realized this, she was working hard for her stable position.

"Well, the workmanship is not bad."

Leng Muchen's head was pressed very comfortably, and the tiredness of the day seemed to be slowly fading away by these hands. He really didn't know when the masseur that Uncle Leng found was so skilled.

Being praised, Mo Mengjie smiled, without making a sound, but pressed down along the back of his head, and when her fingertips touched the skin on his neck, she felt as if she had been scalded, and her fingers were out of control She flinched slightly, her cheeks flushed as if they were about to burn.

"what happened?"

The hand that was comfortably pressing his head retracted suddenly, Leng Muchen asked in a displeased deep voice, his eyelids were too heavy, he was too lazy to lift them up.

Aware of her gaffe, Mo Mengjie quickly adjusted her emotions, suppressed the restlessness that was about to erupt in her heart, and pressed the skin on the back of his neck with both hands, increasing the force little by little, making the man lying on the bed He snorted comfortably.

"Hmm~"

The man's voice was already deep and hoarse, but it was such a comfortable and unbearable voice that Mo Mengjie, who was already in a good mood, felt that her breathing was a little messy. "continue."

Mo Mengjie's hands moved from the man's neck to his broad and strong shoulders...

"This, um, what does this smell like?"

Leng Muchen only felt that the aroma was too strong. He basically never used aromatherapy. At first, he could barely accept the smell, but now he only felt that his nose was very uncomfortable, and he felt a little disgusted, but the massage technique was really comfortable. Just put up with it.

but

Couldn't keep holding back.

"Brother Mu Chen, sir, it's probably the smell of the essential oil I use, what's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"why you?"

Leng Muchen sat up from the bed in a jerk, the bath towel around him slipped off because of his large movements, and a white inner bag with a bullet point slammed straight into Mo Mengjie's eyes like this.

His face turned red all of a sudden, his mouth widened and his eyes widened, with a frightened look, causing Leng Muchen to frown slightly.

"what……"

After realizing it, as if she saw something extraordinary, Mo Mengjie screamed, turned around and covered her eyes at the same time, "Mu, Brother Mu Chen, put on your clothes, please."

Leng Muchen narrowed his eyes due to the unease in his voice.

"What are you doing covering your eyes? You came in pretending to be a servant, didn't you just want to see me? Hmph."

The relentless cold snort made Mo Mengjie blink her eyes aggrieved, her eyes turned red immediately, she bit her lips and turned her back to Leng Muchen and said aggrievedly: "Brother Mu Chen, I just heard Uncle Leng say that you are tired, I thought my craftsmanship was passable, so I came to help you, and I really didn’t think about anything else.”

"Ha ha."

Leng Muchen chuckled lightly, his voice was extremely disbelieving.

A decent woman would not find any excuse to sneak into a man's room, and make her body so fragrant. Looking at the pajamas on her, although it is considered conservative, it is not difficult to find that she is here He can guarantee that this woman is definitely not wearing underwear.

Thinking about Lan Xiao, she never took the initiative to enter his room, not only that, but all the clothes were so conservative that he couldn't see anything except her neck, hands and feet that couldn't be wrapped with a scarf.

"Okay, let's go out."

"Brother Mu Chen, are you angry?"

"I'll tell you."

Leng Muchen's tone was already very bad, after he rewrapped the bath towel, he drove away in a calm voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Mu Chen, I'm leaving first, you should go to bed early too, good night."

She squinted her eyes, gently shook her lips, turned around to look at Leng Muchen in aggrieved and injured way.

Leng Muchen looked at the expression on this woman's face and raised his brows, this is what a normal woman should look like, reluctant to give up.

But what about Lan Xiao?That dead woman.