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"Okay." An Zhengye responded in a low voice, and leaned into Mo Xiaoyu's ear and whispered softly: "I think your verbal skill is not good..."

Mo Xiaoyu didn't hear the words clearly, so he turned his head sideways and asked, "How is my verbal skills?"

An Zhengye had been waiting for this moment, hooked her chin, and said nothing.

"Hey!" Mo Xiaoyu belatedly sensed the danger, but it was too late.

The moment she opened her mouth, An Zhengye took the opportunity to disturb Mo Xiaoyu's breathing.

"You're doing okay, do you know why?" An Zhengye felt Mo Xiaoyu's soft lips, his voice was a little vague.

"Why?" Mo Xiaoyu asked subconsciously, his head was dazed by the words.

"It's because I didn't teach well enough." An Zhengye kissed her on the lips in a detached way: "It's my teacher's fault, I will continue to teach you for my teacher, and teach you to get excellent."

"No need... Mmmmm." Before Mo Xiaoyu could resist, he was slammed again.

This time, An Zhengye taught very seriously, and even made an advanced version.

Poor Mo Xiaoyu was forced to learn a lesson.

An Zhengye, who is addicted to being a teacher, has a very rigorous teaching attitude and is very dissatisfied with Mo Xiaoyu's attitude.

He physically punished her for more than an hour for not listening carefully.

It wasn't until Mo Xiaoyu begged pitifully for mercy with teary eyes that An Zhengye mercifully let her go.

Mo Xiaoyu was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger.

The next moment when An Zhengye hugged him into the bathtub, he couldn't even get up the thought of resistance.

As time went by, the taste of the bath gradually changed, and by the time she realized it, it was too late to escape.

Mo Xiaoyu was forced to repeat it again by An Zhengye changing the place and changing the method.

After a set of lessons, when Mo Xiaoyu was carried out, half of his life was left.

An Zhengye put her on the bed and kissed her on the cheek.

Mo Xiaoyu immediately curled up, a little scared, a little protested, his small voice trembling: "I won't study...I want to sleep..."

An Zhengye hugged her in his arms, stroked her back with his big warm hands, and comforted her in a low voice: "I won't teach anymore, you go to sleep."

Mo Xiaoyu's tense and stiff body slowly relaxed under An Zhengye's gentle caress.

Her body was relaxed, but her spirit still did not dare to relax her vigilance. An Zhengye was very patient, and just continued to pat her on the back, comforting her like a child: "Sleep."

Xu felt that there was no danger, or that he was being photographed comfortably, Mo Xiaoyu let out a sigh, and slowly fell asleep in An Zhengye's warm embrace.

Hearing her steady breathing, An Zhengye kissed the top of her head, closed his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

When Mo Xiaoyu woke up again, it was already afternoon.

She was the only one left on the bed, and the blanket was still warm, and Mo Xiaoyu felt a little sore.

She regretted it, why should she pursue it?

Shang Ke is Shang Ke, what improvement does she ask for, what praise does she want!
She is so stupid.

Mo Xiaoyu was filled with remorse, and lay blankly under the quilt for a while. After receiving Luna's call, he came back to his senses and reluctantly lifted the quilt.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xiaoyu asked lazily.

Luna's voice paused, and she asked hesitantly, "You won't wake up, will you?"

"I took a nap." Mo Xiaoyu was embarrassed to tell the truth, so he found a reason to mess around.

Luna didn't think much, and brought up the business: "I've checked the contract. Does Mr. An have a fax machine? I'll send it to you."

"There should be." Mo Xiaoyu vaguely remembered that there seemed to be something similar to a landline in the study.

"Wait, let me ask."

Mo Xiaoyu just wanted to get up to ask the housekeeper when the door of the room was pushed open.

An Zhengye got up, went straight to the bed, and rubbed her head: "Are you awake? Did you sleep well?"

"Hmph." Seeing that he didn't want to talk to Mo Xiaoyu, An Zhengye had the nerve to ask, who did she sleep until now.

Under An Zhengye's concerned eyes, Mo Xiaoyu asked reluctantly, "Do you have a fax machine at home?"

An Zhengye didn't know, so he didn't seem to be asking this question...

Or answer: "Yes, in my study."

"Number."

An Zhengye said a series of numbers.

Just woke up and his mind is not very flexible, Mo Xiaoyu didn't bother to repeat, so he picked up the phone aggressively: "Say it again."

"Okay." An Zhengye took the phone with a good temper, and said it to the other end of the phone.

"Remember it?" He asked patiently.

"Remember it, thank you, Mr. An." Luna said with trepidation.

"Anything else?"

"No, thank you Mr. An, then should I hang up?" Luna asked for instructions very respectfully.

An Zhengye gave a faint "hmm" and hung up the phone.

Luna looked at the display on the phone that the call was over, and was greatly relieved.

She almost died of fright when she heard An Zhengye's voice, and at the same time, she heard Mo Xiaoyu's domineering voice on the other end of the phone.

"Xiao Yu is really courageous." Luna commented with admiration.

Fully aware of the vigor of her own artists, Luna sent the file with emotion.

Looking at An Zhengye who was standing in front of him, Mo Xiaoyu raised her little foot and kicked him on the leg unceremoniously.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to the study." He also ordered very boldly.

If Luna saw it, she might be scared to death.

The evaluation of Mo Xiaoyu will probably change from fierce and bold to desperate.

"Have you learned how to kick people?" An Zhengye asked with a half-smile while holding Mo Xiaoyu's retracted ankle.

Mo Xiaoyu ignored him, and tried to pull his ankle back, but he couldn't pull it back, and instead fell back on the bed in a state of embarrassment.

"Let go." Mo Xiaoyu struggled.

An Zhengye let go of his hands slowly, but leaned over, put his hands on Mo Xiaoyu's sides, and looked down at her.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't dodge, and wanted to kick him.

Unexpectedly, just as the calf was raised, it was held in An Zhengye's hand again.

"Still have the strength to kick people? It seems that you still have energy." An Zhengye lowered his body slightly, his tone a little dangerous.

Mo Xiaoyu immediately faltered, and quickly explained: "No, it was a knee-jerk reaction, I was not careful."

"Knee jerk?" An Zhengye's big palm slowly slid from her ankle to her knee.

His movements seemed light, but Mo Xiaoyu couldn't break free from him.

When his fingers ran across her calf, it was light and itchy, and when his thumb pressed lightly on her knee, Mo Xiaoyu's scalp felt a little numb.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have kicked people." Mo Xiaoyu begged for mercy in a very cowardly manner as his audacity was blown away by the wind.

"You know you're wrong?" An Zhengye pinched her calf.

"Yeah." Mo Xiaoyu admitted his mistake unwillingly: "I was wrong."

"Do you still dare in the future?" An Zhengye was on her lap.

Mo Xiaoyu dodged for a while, but instead of avoiding it, he was froze by An Zhengye's low "hmm" warning.

"I won't dare in the future, Lord An please forgive me once." Mo Xiaoyu said knowingly.

"Heh." An Zhengye let out a chuckle.

Mo Xiaoyu begged for mercy, but he still kept moving.

She couldn't help being a little annoyed, she pouted, and said unhappily, "I've admitted that I was wrong, what else do you want?"

As he spoke, he twisted his body.

"Don't move around, I'm giving you a massage." An Zhengye squeezed her waist, and said helplessly.

"Massage?" Mo Xiaoyu stopped, and only then could he feel An Zhengye's movements.

He was actually massaging her, and with just the right amount of pressure.

Mo Xiaoyu gradually enjoyed it.

In particular, he turned over and commanded: "My back is also sore, give me a good massage."

"Yes, my wife." An Zhengye was a little amused.

The little girl really doesn't have a long memory. She was terrified just now, but now she's twitching again.

An Zhengye doesn't know how to evaluate his wife. She has a lot of courage and sometimes loses her courage. She is really fickle, cowardly and cute.

Slandering in his heart, he didn't delay An Zhengye's movements.

After massaging for about half an hour, Mo Xiaoyu was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

If it weren't for the notification sound of the mobile phone, she really wanted to go back to sleep again.

She stretched out her hand lazily, and tapped the screen a few times, but the phone didn't turn on.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't bother to move anymore, lying there, pushed the phone: "Please help me to read the information."

"Okay." An Zhengye picked up the phone and unlocked it directly.

The two had already exchanged mobile phone passwords with each other, and even entered each other's fingerprints on the mobile phone.

However, neither of them has checked each other's mobile phones much, unless it is inconvenient for the other party, they will help answer a call or something.

Mo Xiaoyu is because of her personality. She doesn't understand the psychology of those girls who have boyfriends and always have to secretly poke and check each other's mobile phones.

She really didn't think there was anything to look at. If it really came to the point where she wanted to peek at the phone, it could only mean that their relationship was not stable.

Moreover, Mo Xiaoyu trusted An Zhengye very much, and he was frank.

I'm not afraid of fingerprints and passwords.

An Zhengye must be the same, because he behaved very happily.

Even if Mo Xiaoyu's cell phone ran out of battery sometimes, and he used his cell phone to play, he didn't hide anything, just gave her the cell phone, and she let her play.

You must know that his mobile phone is much more precious, not to mention the confidential documents, and there are various payment methods on the mobile phone.

Mo Xiaoyu's hands shook when she recorded her fingerprints. The significance was not only that she could unlock An Zhengye's phone, but with her fingerprints, she could even use his phone to pay directly.

Invisibly became a rich woman...

Mo Xiaoyu was remembering when he heard An Zhengye say, "A message from your manager."

"What did she say?" Mo Xiaoyu asked lazily.

"The contract has been passed on. You are asked to sign it and give it to her tomorrow." Luna sent a series of conversations, and An Zhengye summed it up in one sentence.

The voice fell, and the phone received several WeChat messages.

It was from Luna.

An Zhengye frowned, watching with a blank expression.

Hearing that there was something serious to do, Mo Xiaoyu had already stood up, his voice was still lazy: "What's the message again?"

"Let you prepare 5000 million fan benefits." An Zhengye concluded again.

"Let me see." Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his small hand, and An Zhengye put the phone in her hand.

Mo Xiaoyu checked the content of the information, and it was really something new.