The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Su Mucheng smiled particularly evilly: "Baby, maybe we won't be able to be human for a few more days."

It's not that she doesn't have confidence.

Really, I can't be optimistic.

In three days, the results will be out.

He said he was waiting for the results, but in fact he just refused to give up and found solace.

These days, he didn't mention it, and she didn't say anything.

The man moved for a moment and visibly froze.

Then he smiled lowly: "That's worth it."

"Baby." Su Mucheng suddenly called him again.

"Huh?" The man responded to her with a sound from his throat, his voice was deep and flirty.

"Since when did you fall in love with me?"

At the beginning, when he injected capital into Su Wenqiang's company, the only condition was her.

Mo Yanchen raised his head from her and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes.

His fingers stroked her browbones, eyes, and face inch by inch.

Slowly curved lips smile.

His voice was low and seductive: "If I said that I was motivated by sex, would you believe it?"

Su Mucheng's eyes visibly paused.

She doesn't believe it.

How is that possible? Just because of sex.

However, one by one

The man chuckled and said, "Really."

"It was at a cocktail party in the company. Su Wenqiang, Li Shujuan, Su Xueqing, and you were all there."

The man's fingers hooked her hair, entwining his fingertips one by one, as if weaving a web, thick and deep.

"It's just that they paid more attention to Su Xueqing. Their family of three were chatting with other bosses. You were bored by yourself, so you ran to the lounge at the back."

Lost in memories, Mo Yanchen's eyes gradually gathered light: "Then you suddenly found that your skirt seemed to be broken, and the zipper on the back began to collapse on both sides."

"You try hard to hold it down, but it's in vain."

Su Mucheng narrowed her eyes slightly and suddenly said: "Then I looked around and saw no one was inside, and there were no cameras, so I took off my skirt."

Listen carefully, her voice is slightly cold.

Mo Yanchen nodded and smiled: "Remember? Yes, at that time, I happened to pass by the door and you were wearing pink."

Su Mucheng: "..."

He said: "That year, you were 16 years old." Then his eyes moved down to her chest, and he licked his back teeth wildly: "It wasn't as big here as it is now."

Su Mucheng: "..."

Just, the smile on his face gradually faded away.

The man continued: "But it's still great. She's only 16 years old. It's bumpy and shaped. It's very beautiful. I didn't move my eyes away for a while."

When she was 16, he was 24.

She was green and shiny, and he was immediately fascinated by her.

What surprised him the most was that when she was only 16 years old, her skirt was broken. She didn't panic at all. She took it off and then used the hairpins on her head to penetrate the zipper position and fix it, fixing it at a short distance. Three.

Then she changed the clothes and put them on again.

The zipper was broken, so she changed it to the front. The middle where the hairpin was fixed was exactly where the chest was.

The skirt is one-shoulder, so it won't feel awkward at all if you wear it front to back.

She sat there alone, slowly, and took out a piece of rope from her backpack, which was thick and wide and could be used as a headband.

Unhurriedly, from the inside to the outside, wrap it layer by layer, just to cover the empty space, and finally tie a beautiful bow at the neckline.

The white skirt and orange headband make it visually beautiful.

It's several degrees more beautiful than when the skirt was intact.

In order to test the stability, she seemed to stretch her chest specially.

However, in Mo Yanchen's eyes, every action she took was that she was touching her breasts.

In the end, I took the photo with great satisfaction and boasted to myself: "Awesome!"

At that time, she was already good enough.

With such detailed memories, Su Mucheng's impression gradually became clearer. That cocktail party was a business cocktail party held by the major bosses in Hai City, which meant joint cooperation and benefits.

At that time, she was still immersed in the so-called 'happiness'. When her skirt was broken, she didn't bother Su Wenqiang and the others. She was afraid of causing trouble, so she took care of it by herself.

Good guy!

The result is that the little white rabbit is jumping and the big bad wolf is barking! (Screaming in my heart!)

He was only 16 years old and already he was thinking about her.

"Mo Yanchen."

"Huh?" The man's eyes condensed for a moment. She usually didn't call him like this, by his first and last name.

"Is it too much?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, curled her lips with a half-smile, and placed her finger on his Adam's apple.

With just a little force, you can choke him.

It smells like I want to torture a stinky gangster.

"Baby."

The man held her hand and buried his head in Su Mucheng's neck. His throat rolled, and a deep chuckle escaped from his throat, like a mellow violin, sultry and tight.

"Don't look at me like this." He avoided her eyes, feeling quite uncomfortable: "You will make me feel like an old gangster and a beast."