Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

Jiang Wansheng pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Qin Mo?"

Qin Mo drove the car on his own, ignoring it.

Jiang Wansheng twisted his fingers, feeling uncertain, "Little uncle, are you angry that I didn't tell you this?"

Still no response.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: "I think it's good for me to come forward about this matter. After all, he is just pretending to be a tiger, and..."

She paused, and added with dim eyes: "And this matter is disgusting, and I don't want you to know."

Her volume gradually weakened, and she didn't dare to look at him, feeling depressed.

She was also angry. After knowing that Li Xinian had done such a shameless thing, she really wanted to beat him up severely. The two slaps given to him by the police station were already her restraint.

But apart from being angry, she couldn't help but feel powerless.Although she didn't know the whole thing, she couldn't say that she was innocent at all.

This incident also dragged Qin Mo into the water, making her feel unable to hold her head up, and felt like a drag on herself, so the deepest thought in her heart was not to let him know, and not to make him feel that she would always give He causes trouble.

Qin Mo tilted his head to see that she had done something wrong with her head lowered, as if she had been stabbed in the bottom of her heart by something, and then the soreness and pain spread around her.

He can't see her like this.

He spoke, his tone still cold and firm, "Go back to school?"

Jiang paused for a moment, then responded softly, "I won't go back to school tomorrow weekend."

Moreover, Qin Mo's tone didn't seem like he would send her back to school.

Qin Mo was obviously satisfied with her response, speeding up and galloping all the way to Luqiu Famous Capital.

The car stopped.

"get off."

Jiang Wansheng moved quickly and followed behind him, clenched the hand hanging by his side, as if he had made a decision.

The two were silent all the way, and took the elevator to the top floor.

After entering the door to change shoes, Qin Mo walked to the kitchen, Jiang Wansheng took a few quick steps and grabbed his hand suddenly.

The slender little hands wrapped his fingers, and the tail ring was wrapped in her palm, and the hard touch made her palm ache slightly.

When Qin Mo turned her head, she hurriedly put her arms around his neck on tiptoe, as if hanging on his body, preventing him from moving.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, looked down at her, subconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist, and slightly parted his thin lips: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Wansheng pecked his chin softly, "I was wrong."

Qin Mo's throat tightened, his dark eyes fixed on her, and his voice was deep, "What's wrong."

"I shouldn't have told you as soon as something happened."

She always felt that Qin Mo was angry about this.

But Qin Mo obviously didn't soften his attitude because of this sentence, instead his face became more severe, "Do you think this is wrong?"

Jiang Wansheng was taken aback for a moment, then murmured: "No, isn't it?"

Qin Mo raised his hand, trying to pull her hand down, but Jiang Wansheng hugged her tighter anxiously, this time directly kissing his thin lips.

He even stuck out his tongue and licked it a little bit flatteringly.

Qin Mo's eyelids twitched, his eyes darkened, and the movement of trying to tear her off was suspended in the air, but he didn't continue after all.

The girl didn't give up, and softened her voice again, like a kitten scratching, "Don't be angry."

Qin Mo looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed.

Wrapping her arms around her waist, with a little force, he hugged her up. The girl's legs directly clamped his waist, and she couldn't take the initiative.

He took her to sit on the sofa, let the girl sit on his body, and looked up at her quietly.

"Tiantian, I'm not angry that you didn't tell me when you encountered something."

"Instead, I know my girl is an independent strong person who can solve problems well, and I'm proud of that."

Jiang Wansheng was stunned, completely unexpected that Qin Mo would say that.

"It's what you said to those victims today."

His voice is low, with a slight hoarseness, exciting in a silent environment.

Jiang Wansheng explained subconsciously: "I said those just because I didn't want them to say bad things about you. I don't want to listen to those. It's obvious that you are not a bully."

Qin Mo was silent for two seconds, and then said: "Thinking in another place, I can hear others say that you are not good?"

"Let those people put their grievances on you, you don't feel sorry for Jiang Tiantian, do you understand, little uncle?"

Her brain shut down for a few seconds, and her watery eyes looked at him motionless.

His brows are still cold and alienated, and others seem to find it difficult to get close to him, but the words he said to her are wrapped in warmth and honey, poured into her heart, and can actually force her to tears.

She lowered her head suddenly, trying to hide the soreness that surged up from her nose, and the guilt in her heart was like a tide to drown herself, "I'm so useless."

"It always hurts you."

"Why does he have something to do with me? I obviously didn't do anything, but I can't let it go. Why?"

She blurted out her suppressed emotions, each sentence gushing out with tears.

With a trembling voice and a sobbing tone, every word hit Qin Mo's heart, it was a deep hole that was difficult to fill.

He raised his hand, clasped the girl's chin with his big and well-defined palm, put his thumb behind her ear, wiped away her falling tears with the other hand, and kissed her with a frown.

Forehead, eye sockets, cheeks, and finally lips.

The girl's slender shoulders trembled with sobs.

Qin Mo's voice sounded again: "I'm angry because you blamed yourself for being a scum, and all your thoughts were spent thinking about the guilt towards those persecuted people, as well as the guilt towards me, and never thought of letting yourself go. "

"I'm even more angry with myself."

Jiang Wansheng raised his head upon hearing the words, choked up and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, why are you angry with yourself?"

Qin Mo's dark eyes were dark, he stared at her lightly, and said in a heavy tone, "I hope my feelings for you are your confidence, not shackles."

"Don't be too hard on yourself because of me, if there is any mistake, you will suspect that you are my drag."

"You are not a drag, you are my treasure."

Jiang Wansheng couldn't tell what he was feeling, but felt that his soul was trembling, and all his senses were focused on the man in front of him.

The surrounding environment was audible, and he just looked at her like that, and she glimpsed an extremely precious self from his pupils.

She threw herself into his arms with a low voice, but her tone was unprecedentedly solemn.

"Qin Mo, I probably will never be able to love anyone like I love you again."

She is a treasure to him, so why is he not to her.

It was the man she had racked her brains to hide, and all the dark, selfish corners of her heart were clamoring for this man to be hers for the rest of her life.

Qin Mo stroked her back, allowing her to vent her emotions.

When she calmed down, she sat up, the end of her eyes were flushed, her clear eyes seemed to be surrounded by fog, the poor and charming person wanted to destroy it.

Qin Mo leaned back and opened the distance.

The arm around her waist was retracted, and Jiang Wansheng subconsciously looked down at his hand.

Clear tendons, cold white and slender, the snake head and tail ring on the little finger are treacherous and dangerous, the black, white and red tones are matched, entangled with a very aggressive sex appeal.

Suddenly, she watched the man's hand slowly fall on the tail ring.

Then the ring that had been entrenched on the man's little finger slowly fell off along with the man's strength.