I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

Ming Nuan didn't understand why Mr. Mo said such things.

"Stop talking, I'm having a meeting here." Mo Shiyan reluctantly pushed her out of the door and closed the door.

No!

Mingnuan felt aggrieved.

He will soon have a rotten peach blossom.

What does it have to do with her.

Mo Shiyan thought to himself as he closed the door.

Was that a confession she just made?

It's just that the way of confession is a bit strange.

Who said she loved him to the point of clinging to him, not herself or who else?

Mo Shiyan's eyes darkened when he thought of the scene where Ming Nuan was sitting outside obediently, waiting for him no matter what.

"Cough cough."

Over at the computer side, all the bosses couldn't help coughing lightly.

Probably out of embarrassment.

They also couldn't treat Mo Shiyan like others, no one dared to make fun of him.

He could only find something to say: "Mr. Mo is so lucky. It seems that Mrs. Mo likes you very much."

This man regretted speaking so much that he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

Mo Shiyan hated talking about these things when doing business.

Why couldn't he control his mouth?

"Mr. Mo, I'm not..."

"Yeah." Unexpectedly, Mo Shiyan was not only not angry, but gave him an appreciative look, "That's good."

"She's definitely a bit clingy."

"When you get married, you will inevitably have this kind of trouble."

It was hard not to hear the superiority in his words, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere suddenly became more lively.

I didn't expect that Mo Shiyan would like to hear such words?

Another executive said with a smile: "I heard that Mrs. Mo is very beautiful, and Mr. Mo is really good at choosing people."

Unexpectedly, these words could not make Mo Shiyan show the same expression as before.

The corners of his mouth that had just been raised instantly straightened down.

"What does it have to do with you whether my wife is good-looking or not?" His cold gaze swept over the speaker's bare head.

His eyes were like knives.

The atmosphere that had been lively just now suddenly condensed.

This is the effect of flattery slapped on the horse's leg.

It was someone else who immediately brought business back to talk, which prevented Mo Shiyan from continuing to stare at that person and release his chill.

He felt that his symptoms were not getting any better.

On the contrary, it is more serious.

But it doesn’t matter, right?

Mo Shiyan played with the pen in his hand while listening to their performance report.

Ming Nuan came to get close to him uncharacteristically today.

Just now I had to continue to seduce him.

She even didn't hesitate to say things like 'peach blossom evil spirit' to attract his attention.

It seemed that Ming Nuan loved him miserably.

His emotion was nothing, it was human nature.

Everyone is possessive of their own people or things, right?

His fingers lightly slid over the pen happily. Didn't Mingnuan feel the same possessiveness just now?

He even wanted to occupy the little time he had in meetings.

Mo Shiyan felt happy.

I suppressed all the messy worries just now.

But Mingnuan, who was kicked out and lay on the bed again, felt that she had to work harder.

"Can't sleep, must not sleep."

She looked at the rich purple energy on her body.

And sore legs.

Ming Nuan raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously.

"Do it once, do it twice, do it three times!"

"It's not a big deal that the hero of a romance novel does it seven times a night!"

"I've only done this a few times!"

"I can do it... No, Mr. Mo can do it!"

She felt like her head was in knots.

I can't get up tomorrow anyway, so I can get as much purple energy as I can. Ming Nuan feels like a female temptress on TV that sucks people's yang energy.

"Come on!" She patted the quilt in confusion, "There are only little scholars who are sucked dry, not goblins who are exhausted."

Ming Nuan pressed down on her weak legs, but couldn't hold down her eyes that were about to close.

She was really tired.

Even if I have the energy of an ox in my heart, my body can’t bring it out.

Just thinking about it is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Mingnuan still fell asleep.

Mo Shiyan finally finished his official duties, and when he walked out of the room, Ming Nuan was already asleep.

His heart was rarely soft, but his movements on the bed were very gentle.

Unexpectedly, Ming Nuan immediately opened his sleepy eyes.

I rubbed it hard and saw clearly that he was back.

He immediately pounced on him and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Mo Shiyan caught the person helplessly, and even he didn't realize that his voice was so gentle that he asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

Ming Nuan couldn't quite hear what he said.

I can hear people's voices being accented.

"Waiting for you." She was like a little hamster, rubbing her head against his neck.

Gently smell the cool water vapor scent on his body.

They use the same shower gel.

She bought it.

"Mr. Mo, you smell like mint."

"Why don't you use peaches?"

Ming Nuan couldn't help but think divergently, and her tone was very slow, like murmuring in a dream, "The new one I bought is peach flavored."

Mo Shiyan pressed her down on the bed and did not answer her confused words.

"Go to sleep."

Ming Nuan was about to fall asleep following these words.

Unexpectedly, she jumped at the carp and then pounced on it.

"can not sleep."

She blinked hard, searching for her destination.

Feeling Ming Nuan's thrusts all over his body without any purpose, Mo Shiyan laughed: "What are you doing?"

Ming Nuan followed the source of the sound and kissed him gently on the corner of his lips.

"kiss you."

Her voice was soft and full of sleepiness.

Mo Shiyan's whole body tensed up, and he raised his hand to press her forehead, his voice full of patience, "Stop making trouble, go to sleep."

"You can't do it!"

Who knew Mingnuan was still a little angry.

"I've worked so hard!"

"Why can't you do it anymore?"

She thought to herself, she had to finish her work quickly so she could sleep.

Mo Shiyan's eyes became darker.

He pressed the person into the soft quilt.

Seeing the quilt sinking, he said in a low voice, "Mingnuan, are you serious today..."

He bit into pieces and swallowed the last few words.

He faced the bulging face of Ming Heating.

He laughed suddenly.

Under the light, his appearance became extremely beautiful under the exaggeration of desire.

Ming Nuan woke up from his drowsiness.

"You don't want to sleep."

"Then don't sleep today."

He didn't wait for Ming Nuan to wake up completely.

She was deprived of breath once again.

The body was like a rose pressed under the water, stretched open by the fingers, rubbing out the fragrant fragrance, wrapping around the two of them layer by layer.

Ming Nuan soon regretted it.

When the last thought popped up.

She almost wanted to throw away those harmful novels.

What seven times a night.

That's not realistic.

Mo Shiyan couldn't stand it yet.

She couldn't stand it anymore.