The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 82 If you want to fight, you will not be my opponent if there is another one

For her, falling in love and having children are separated by a galaxy.

"In that case," the man reached out to lift her chin, and bowed his head closer to her, "I not only enjoy the power of a boyfriend, but also fulfill the obligations of a boyfriend, Her Royal Highness, shouldn't you mind giving me another boyfriend status? "

His breath as he spoke was on her skin, disturbing her thoughts.

Hua Rong bit her lip lightly, turned her face away unnaturally, and said, "The doorbell outside has been ringing for a long time, and you still don't go."

Jiang Yunshen stood up straight, and retracted his hands, "Most likely you won't be able to wear your skirt. I'll leave when your manager brings you clothes."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Hua Rong looked at his back, pursed her red lips and thought to herself, this person won't be angry, right?

But after thinking about it, he took advantage of all the advantages, and she was not angry with him for being angry, so she fell back and lay down on the bed.

Covering the upper half of his face with his hands, the entanglement that had happened on this bed unexpectedly appeared in his mind, and the roots of his ears gradually burned.

After a while, she couldn't help pulling off the quilt and covering her face.

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Mo Nian carried his clothes to the hotel where the birthday party was held, and after a simple greeting, he asked directly about the room where Huarong was located at the front desk of the hotel.

"Is that Miss Mo Nian? I'll take you up there."

The elevator goes directly to the 23rd floor, 2316.

Mo Nian reached out and rang the doorbell twice.

However, she stood outside the door and waited for half a minute, but there was no movement.

She frowned, and stretched out her hand to press again, but before her hand could land on the doorbell, the door was suddenly opened.

He opened the door and it was Hua Zhiyuan who appeared in front of Mo Nian. He didn't even see who was coming, so he yelled viciously, "What are you arguing about, get out of here!"

Mo Nian narrowed his eyes, his face turned cold a little bit.

"Master Hua," her voice was like a cold stream in the deep mountains in winter, it was bitingly cold, "why are you in Rongrong's room?"

After seeing her clearly, Hua Zhiyuan's expression changed, panic flashed across his eyes, and he straightened his neck and shouted rough, "You must be sick, this is not Hua Rong's room, she also Not here, get out!"

After that he will close the door.

But the door panel was already pressed against by the feet wearing small black leather shoes, and it was difficult to close it again.

Mo Nian tilted his head, and asked the trembling waiter, "Is this the room of Princess Rong?"

"Yes...it seems to be, the room was not arranged by me..."

Hua Zhiyuan interrupted in panic, "How did you do it? This is not Hua Rong's room, she's not here..."

Mo Nian said calmly and coldly, "I'll find out if I'm here or not."

"This is my young master's room, how dare you..."

He was only halfway through his words when his arm was pushed away. This woman looked thin and weak, but she had an unstoppable aura.

Hua Zhiyuan's face twisted, and he ran up to her to stop him.

Mo Nian was wearing a British-style overcoat, with short black straight and soft hair. The hairstyle was simple, but it just rightly modified her fair and graceful melon-seeded face to make her cool and neat. She was only 22 and [-] in appearance, but she was slightly Her cool and calm demeanor gave her a kind of maturity and calmness that didn't match her age, making it difficult to accurately guess her age.

She glanced at the closed door in the direction of the master bedroom, "Master Hua, if you want to fight, you won't be my opponent if there is another one, so get out of the way."

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(End of this chapter)