Bend yourself and the great God HE

When Xu Xiaofei heard it, his interest was immediately high, and he wished that he could make up for the loss by making a fool of himself.

He introduced the website where he gambled on football to Qiao Yun, and he spoke eloquently, promising that he would make no loss.

After speaking for about an hour, Qiao Yun looked at the time and realized that he was about to leave work.

"I've written down everything you said. I'll bring a friend to meet you this Saturday, and I'll make an appointment here."

"Are you serious?" Xu Xiaofei asked.

Nonsense, Qiao Yun said: "Really, my friend is very interested."

After slapping his thigh, Xu Xiaofei said decisively: "Okay, then at two o'clock in the afternoon, you bring your rich second-generation friends over, and I will bring the computer to show you."

"Okay." Qiao Yun thought, foolishly, "See you soon."

Back at the apartment at night, Qiao Yun told Mo Ran about it.

"You suspect that Xu Zhiming used the company's funds to repay Xu Xiaofei's gambling money?" Mo Ran sat on the sofa with his arms folded.

Qiao Yun stood in front of him with his hands on his hips: "Yes, is it possible?"

"The logic is established." Mo Ran's face was calm, this matter has nothing to do with him, "but there is no evidence."

"Accompany me to meet Xu Xiaofei and get Xu Xiaofei's repayment records from his computer." Qiao Yun quickly continued, "With the repayment records, it is not a problem to find out the source of the funds with your IT technology."

"Yo, you know me so well." Mo Ran suppressed a smile.

Qiao Yun talked for a long time to ask Mo Ran to help him get the evidence, and he kept his mouth shut, but Mo Ran remained indifferent.

He simply stepped forward, leaned over and pressed Mo Ran's shoulder: "Just say, do you want to help me, huh?"

"Threat me?" Mo Ran raised his jaw, provocatively raised his lips in front of Qiao Yun, "It depends on your performance."

The meaning is clear, this guy is asking for a kiss.

Qiao Yun suddenly felt like selling himself to the other party, and he closed his eyes and looked at his lips.

Down, or not down.

"I'll go, if I don't..." Mo Ran said, "I'm sleepy and I'm going to sleep."

Damn it, since the last time he couldn't help kissing Mo Ran, this guy has been sharpening his head every day to take advantage of him.

It doesn't matter whether it's a business or a joke, and it doesn't matter what the situation is, you have to kiss one, one, and another.

I can't remember the dozens of times this shameless act happened.

Gritting his teeth, Qiao Yun went up to satisfy this guy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his lips touched, his waist was pulled by gravity, and he fell into Mo Ran's lap unexpectedly.

Afterwards, her waist was tightened, and it was too late to retreat, her lips were kissed open by Mo Ran.

After dozens of shameless demands for kisses, Qiao Yun is already familiar with the way, and the tip of his tongue caters with ease.

This brought up a very annoying problem, the more he catered to, the deeper Mo Ran kissed.

The deeper the kiss, the more breathless you will be, and the more oxygen-deprived your brain will be.

Once lack of oxygen, when it's over, the hands will carelessly caress.

Knowing that it was Moran's trick, Qiao Yun would follow in without thinking.

What's even worse is that Mo Ran's offense was limited to kissing, and every time Qiao Yun was provoked, he would stop.

Then stroked his bangs, touched his lips lightly, little by little.

Damn it, you thought you were Jiang Taigong fishing, Qiao Yun scolded Moran a hundred and eighty times in his heart.

It was the same this time, after a few minutes of kissing, Mo Ran slipped out of his mouth, pursed her moist lips and touched him lightly, "It's fine to go, but you tell me what kind of identity I want to go. "

Stranger's tone was extremely soft, his deep black eyes were so soft that ink dripped out, and even the movement of stroking his bangs was as gentle as if he were plucking a string.

Qiao Yun's throat seemed to be glued, only the skin of his mouth was moving imperceptibly.

It may also be moved by being touched by Mo Ran.

"...Friend, friend." Qiao Yun breathed out slowly, his face flushed red.

Strange meal.

Qiao Yun continued: "I, I told Xu Xiaofei that I have a rich second-generation friend, so, so—"

"Oh." Mo Ran looked into his eyes, "Got it."

"—That friend, are you going to sleep together now?"

Qiao Yun's Adam's apple slipped slightly: "Sleep, sleep..."

The next day, in order to pretend to be a rich second generation, Qiao Yun took Mo Ran to a luxury store to buy a suit.

Qiao Yun chose a set of dark colors as the main style, and Mo Ran took the set next to him, and led him to the dressing room.

"Hey, do you like the white one?" Qiao Yun asked Mo Ran.

"No." Mo Ran said, "This set is for you, let's try it together."