Meng Mingxuan didn't get to drink the cup of ice-free milk tea.
The car was taken away by Xu Li to be cleaned.
When Yan Mojiu and Meng Mingxuan returned to the villa, the servants had already prepared dinner.
After a quiet dinner, Meng Mingxuan was led by Yan Mojiu back to her room from the building.
"What are you thinking about?"
Yan Mojiu held her shoulders and asked her to sit on the sofa. He lowered his head and trapped her in his arms.
She has many secrets.
I really want to transform into Sun Wukong and take a look into her heart.
Meng Mingxuan looked at Yan Mojiu, an indescribable grievance surged in her heart, and the woman was soon found.
But, couldn't he give her a little more time so that he could like her a little more?
She doesn't want to lose.
"You said it would be evening." Meng Mingxuan gently pulled Yan Mojiu's tie and pulled him down.
Yan Mojiu did not resist at all. He followed her strength and pressed against her body. He rubbed her nose with hers, "Hmm."
And then nothing happened.
"It's late." Meng Mingxuan said angrily.
Before Yan Shaoting finds the woman who looks like her sister, give her a definite answer.
"Evening, evening, evening." Yan Mojiu knew that Meng Mingxuan had been extremely insecure since the day she cut her wrists. Sometimes he even felt that she wanted to tie him to her side with a rope.
She was afraid of losing him.
But this excessive dependence stems from the secrets she hides deep in her heart.
It does not come from a woman's possessiveness of a man.
"..." Meng Mingxuan loosened her grip on his tie, but he grabbed her wrist instead.
"You're becoming more and more delicate." Yan Mojiu stroked the slightly red corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
Then he sat down beside her, put his arm around her waist and brought her to him.
Without waiting for her to respond, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed it towards him.
Meng Mingxuan was feeling depressed and aggrieved, but he kissed her hard.
His kiss went from gentle to overbearing, gradually filled with the breath of plunder, and his other free hand climbed up her waist, lighting fires everywhere.
Meng Mingxuan felt aroused by the kiss and her soft body pressed tightly against Yan Mojiu.
He is good at kissing.
She was not sure that he had not been with her sister, and there were no other women around him. She already suspected that he was a love veteran.
After Yan Mojiu stopped, Meng Mingxuan opened her eyes and looked at his black eyes with a hint of scarlet through misty eyes.
"Trust me." He stroked her lips that were red and plump from being kissed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait till night, huh?"
Meng Mingxuan couldn't handle Yan Mojiu like this.
Even if he said he wanted to see her now, she thought she would not refuse.
"Um."
"So good." Yan Mojiu kissed her lips again, gently moved her aside, and stood up to find clothes.
Meng Mingxuan's eyes were fixed on the bulging hem of his shirt.
Yan Mojiu found some clothes for Meng Mingxuan to change into, turned around and caught Meng Mingxuan's shy and curious gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.
I wish she hadn't looked at other men that way.
"Change into this skirt and put on some light makeup. We'll go to the beach to party later."
Meng Mingxuan stood up and asked, "Meeting friends in the circle again?"
"Um."
"Okay." Meng Mingxuan didn't have any trauma from what happened before. She believed that she and Yan Mojiu would never make such low-level calculations again.
When Meng Mingxuan took the skirt, Yan Mojiu lowered his head, rubbed her earlobe with his thin lips and begged: "Don't look at other men like this."
“…”
Meng Mingxuan felt embarrassed as if she had been caught. She pushed him away and snorted calmly, "I don't want to look at others."
After saying that, she turned around and went to the cloakroom to change her skirt.
Yan Mojiu looked at her back with dark eyes, savoring her words carefully.
She just wanted to see him.
He probably understood it correctly.
Yan Mojiu stretched out his arms slowly, exhaled, and rubbed the hem of his shirt a few times.
Just bear with it a little longer.
Wait until she is willing to get the marriage certificate with him.
When Yan Mojiu returned to his room to change clothes, Xu Li came and knocked on the door, "Master Jiu."
"Enter."
Yan Mojiu wore a thin suit jacket with a tie hanging loosely around his neck, looking casual, lazy and sexy.
Xu Li pushed the door open and saw Jiu Ye like this, his scalp tingled - such strong hormones.
Fortunately, I have a normal sexual orientation.
Xu Li calmed down, closed the door and began to report: "Master Jiu, Yan Shaoting, who paid one million to the detective agency to find someone, was given the money by the master. But strangely, the photo Yan Shaoting gave to the detective agency was not of the young lady."
Yan Mojiu looked indifferent, waiting for Xu Li's next words.
"Master Jiu, this photo of Yan Shaoting that he gave to the detective agency looks a bit like Miss Mingyou back then. I wonder if I am seeing things." Xu Li handed over his mobile phone.
There was a photo in the phone, of a woman who looked a bit like Meng Mingxuan.
She looked ahead and smiled, and her profile was photographed.
Yan Mojiu only took a glance and said, "She is her sister."
This photo was taken by Xu Kan.
"I don't know what Yan Shaoting means." Xu Li thought of the unfortunate Meng Mingyou, and felt a little sad, but why did Yan Shaoting look for Meng Mingyou? Two people who are completely unrelated.
Yan Mojiu pursed his lips, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.
Apart from those around him, few people in Lincheng knew about Meng Mingyou's death.
She missed Xu Kan until her death.
Afraid that Xu Kan would be sad for her.
She never believed that Xu Kan was dead.
But what did Yan Shaoting want to do by using her photo to find a private detective?
Yan Mojiu didn't think about the cup of milk tea that Meng Mingxuan dropped in the car, and the aura around him became even colder.
"Keep an eye on him."
"Oh, Master Jiu."
When Yan Mojiu returned to Meng Mingxuan's room, Meng Mingxuan had already put on her makeup.
She has fair skin and with some light makeup, she looks very delicious.
Yan Mojiu walked over and just as he lowered his head, she covered his thin lips and said, "No, I'm wearing lipstick."
Yan Mojiu originally just wanted her to tie a tie, but when she said that, he pulled down her wrist and kissed her earlobe, sucking it.
"Then kiss here." He said in a low voice, with some ambiguity.
“…”
Meng Mingxuan shuddered.
It’s okay to kiss, but why do you have to suck it?
The wet warmth on her earlobe made Meng Mingxuan's legs go weak unconsciously, and half of her weight was on Yan Mojiu's arm.
Yan Mojiu sucked for a while, then moved to her neck, but she pushed him away.
"Stop it."
Aren't you going out?
Listening to the tender pleading of the girl in his arms, Yan Mojiu thought of the trace issue she had mentioned vaguely before, chuckled, and finally let her go.
"Help me tie my tie."
He picked her up, put her on the table, and stood between her legs.
The height is just right.
He released Meng Mingxuan's slender fingers, grasped the tie, and her dizzy mind began to function normally.
He just lowered his head, probably just to let her tie her tie.
He didn't want to kiss her!
Meng Mingxuan felt a little self-indulgent, but she pretended not to notice and calmly tied his tie for him.
"You only tie your brother's tie, right?"
When Meng Mingxuan withdrew her hand, Yan Mojiu held her wrist and looked at her with deep eyes.
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