Because of his emotions, he no longer needs to be moisturized. He unzipped the zippers of his trousers and released the desire he could not hold back. He leaned against the entrance of her garden. Just when he was about to break in, his clothes were in his suit pocket The phone rang suddenly. Shu Liao
The ear-splitting bell made the man lost in his lust quickly recover. Seeing the two close to each other next to each other, Mo Tianqi's face suddenly showed a trace of cracks, and it was inaudible. He sighed, I don't know if it was because he was lucky to stop in time, or he was disappointed because he was not closely connected.
He picked up the silk pajamas he had thrown on the ground, and put it on Wall's body covered with bruises. After finishing his clothes a little bit, he connected the phone, and a cheerful voice came from the other end: "Shao Mo, I am waiting for you and Hua at the Lijing Hotel."
The lust has not completely faded, and his voice is still a little hoarse: "Good Mr. Horsepower, we will arrive on time."
After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Wall with his eyes closed, and said blankly: "Get up and clean up!".
Wall opened her eyes, her little daughter's shyness appeared in her misty eyes, she nodded, and directly put on the broken pajamas with suspenders and rushed to her bedroom.
She went to the bathroom and washed her face. The woman in the mirror looked happy and delicate, and her white and flawless body was covered with bluish, purple hickeys. Thinking of Mo Tianqi's fanaticism, her face became hot again.
If it weren't for the phone call, the two of them would definitely be the one.
But why is there a trace of rejoicing in my heart? She likes Mo Tianqi, doesn't she? She wished that something happened with Mo Tianqi, and there was a reason to rely on him, but why would she be relieved now that she didn't do it
Mo Tianqi was urging outside, and Hua Er quickly drew a light makeup, looking at the bruises of her body, she gave up the skirt without tears, and wore a pair of seven-point harem pants on top. Wearing a white half-sleeved shirt tied to her waist, and a black waistcoat on the outside, with her refreshing ponytail, she looked capable and neat, completely in line with her assistant to the general manager.
She found a pair of black high-heeled shoes to put on. After getting some food and water for Pearl, she walked out of the bedroom. Just now, the two of them almost made the fire, so Huaer didn't know how to face Mo Tianqi, but smiled at him silly.
Mo Tianqi did not respond, but said with a cold face: "Let's go."
Wall is a little disappointed. People say that when the development is the last step, men's attitudes will change a little bit? Why is Mo Tianqi still like this? Isn’t it the last stage of development because only foreplay was not done just now
Muer, who is known as the first romantic queen in China, is lost because of emotions.
The two went downstairs together. Mo Tianqi's luxurious black car was parked at the door. Wall reached out and opened the front door. As he was about to go up, Mo Tianqi's cold voice came from his ear: "Go and sit behind."
Wall looked at him in surprise, and saw him sitting in the driver's seat expressionlessly and looking straight ahead. It seemed that he didn't mean to look at himself at all. The hand that had stopped in the air was clenched into a fist. He grinned, but there was no smile on his face.
Going to the back position, she slammed the car door like a demonstration. However, the person in front of him still looked ahead, it seemed that what Wall had thrown was not his car, and he didn't see him distressed.
Wall became angry and held back the fire. What kind of attitude is he? Could it be that she took advantage of him just now
"What compensation do you want?" The person in front suddenly said, but he didn't look back, still watching the car seriously driving ahead.
"What do you mean?" Wall's voice was as cold as ice, as if the wind in the hell blew across the silent carriage. The temperature in the car dropped suddenly, making people feel the chill in their necks.
Aware of her emotions, Mo Tianqi hesitated and said, "I'm sorry for what happened just now."
Sorry? Walter wanted to laugh, but for some reason he shed tears at the end. All that just now was just sorry? Could the bruise hickeys and apologies on her body also be equated? If it develops further, does he still use this sentence, using the word sorry to tell her, that he just got on the woman he hates when he is confused and infatuated? ,
Even if she likes him, and loses herself if she likes, her dignity will never allow him to trample under her feet. Even if her dignity is small and pitiful, she will not allow her loved one to hold her small Poor dignity was treated as a charity to her.
"I don't need your apologies, the two of us are just getting what we need." Wall turned her head and looked out the window. She was afraid that she would cry when she looked at his back.
She Wall has her own pride. Although she is humble in love, she will never use her body to threaten him to do something, not to mention that the two of them have not developed to that point, have they
He doesn't want to be involved with her, then she will fulfill him. What happened today is nothing but confusion.
It's really nothing, Wall comforted herself in her heart, but the tears fell more and more fiercely, she bit her lower lip firmly to prevent herself from making a fragile sound.
What is needed for each? Mo Tianqi read it silently in his heart, and suddenly laughed, the sneer on the corner of his lips was extremely ironic, if that was the case, then there was no sense of guilt in his heart, everything was her own choice.
"So, very good!".
He said these four words very slowly, as if he was muttering, and as if he was telling himself that this was really good, but why did he feel a little uncomfortable when he saw her profile face in the rearview mirror
Outside the car window, the neon lights retreated extremely fast, dazzling the crystals that fell on her face. Mo Tianqi's heart sank suddenly, his handsome face was expressionless, but his hands on the steering wheel were slightly folded, and the white joints in his hands could be clearly seen.
No one spoke any more, the silent carriage, the world of two people was deserted.