Slag Girl Illustrated Book

She vainly hooked his neck, and if there was a seemingly nonchalant response, the man would become agitated and fierce.

​A little exploration along her neck tossing and turning.

Staying in that happy place repeatedly, the sound of her screaming can really make people die on her belly.

"Ruan Ruan, call again, eh?" He kissed her cochlea.

"Brother Huayu, ah,"​

When she woke up in the morning, she was still in her arms, her hair was fragrant, and she shrank in her arms softly and dependently. This kind of satisfaction is difficult to express in words.

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It was a little bit late last night, and he almost went all over where he could touch, leaving marks on the flat lower abdomen.

"Ruan Ruan got up." He gently asked her to get up.

She drilled into his arms, as if to block the light: "Sleep for another minute~"​

Mo Weiyu laughed, this little girl.

One minute later...

"Sleep for two more minutes, and I'll get up in two minutes." She said vaguely.

Finally, I got up at 7:50. Mo's works at nine, and Rongchang Group also works at nine.

After the two had cleaned up, they simply had breakfast and went to the company. Mo Huiyu sent her first, and he was inevitably late, but he was the president and no one said him.

In the small group of the company, they talked about gossip. Mr. Mo was never late. Why was he late today?

​I don't know if it was because of Yu Wei's sudden arrival yesterday, the atmosphere between the two people was a little strange, and the cold war started again inexplicably, and there was no other exchange except work.

The two of them hadn't talked much for a week.

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On the contrary, the relationship with Mo Weiyu became more and more tired.

Mo Qianqian is back.

Mo Huiyu asked Ruan Xihe if he wanted to meet, and she agreed.

On the day of meeting, Ruan Xihe wore very gentle and casual clothes.

"Are you nervous?" In the car, Mo Weiyu saw Ruan Xihe looking out the window, looking a little quiet.

She was just thinking about things, but when a woman said that she was nervous, she seemed to value her other half of her family.

The coldness in his eyes was clean and clear, and it quickly transformed into a soft-hearted delicacy. A trace of anxiety made the man pity: "Will Qianqian not like me?"

Mo Huiyu thought of knowing that she was going to meet last night. The little girl dragged herself to pick her clothes for a long time, and kept asking her own preferences, a little soft-hearted.

At the red light intersection, he leaned over while parking, and branded a kiss on her lips: "My Ruan Ruan is so good, and everyone will like you."

Ruan Xihe lowered his head seemingly shy.

In fact, there was a layer of cold mist in my eyes. My mother didn’t like me. She gave me to the orphanage. My father didn’t like me. He left his peace and alone in the world. I Her adoptive parents didn't like me, so they gave Ruan Xihe hope and tore apart the happy dream with their own hands.

There are only 044 in this world and money will never leave her, Ruan Xihe will be the happiest girl in the world.

When they arrived at the revolving restaurant of the Paris Mansion, the waiter guided the two to the top floor.

"Brother, here!" Compared with Mo Huiyu, Mo Qianqian's character is really lively, and she thought that most writers would be gentle and restrained.

"Hey, brother, who is this young lady?" Mo Qianqian saw Ruan Xihe and was taken aback. Mo Huiyu didn't tell her that there was another girl coming, and her brother was still holding this woman's hand. .

"Your name is sister-in-law." Mo Huiyu said.

"Sister-in-law?" Mo Qianqian frowned. What about Liyi, Song Liyi is her best friend and has liked her brother for many years.

Mo Qianqian quietly sent a message to Song Liyi and asked her to come over