"Well," An Ran said seriously, "I asked Uncle Cen, and he told me that I was the only technical engineer who communicated with E Country that year, and you are not a technical soldier. Where did you get the supernatural powers and abilities? Tianya Haijiao said that if you go with me, just follow me?"

Between the clear aroma of the sauce, her fair little face was a little confused, looking at the mountains through the fog and looking at him.

"Want to know?" He curled the corners of his mouth lightly.

"Um."

"There is a condition," he said lightly, and saw her frowning, and let go after a moment, before continuing, "Come here tonight and move with me."

An Ran was anxious: "Tonight? Mo Huaiyuan, you are a man, and you stayed in a hotel before, so how could you move so much luggage? You asked me to help you 'move'?"

Mo Huaiyuan pursed his thin lips lightly and did not correct the word she misunderstood, so he simply misunderstood her like this.

An Ran was so angry that she poked the sashimi on the plate with resentment, but just like that, she had to follow!

"Mo Huaiyuan, you are becoming more and more like a capitalist now. You are borrowing yourself from, exploiting what you lack, seeking too much, and being insatiable..."

After dinner, An Ran stood up while wiping his hands with a tissue resentment, and kept scolding him. Seeing that he couldn't get up, he kicked him: "Hurry up, I'm late."

He said he wanted to give it to her.

Mo Huaiyuan opened his eyes and went out with a hand towards her.

An Ran sighed regretfully, grabbed his big palm unwillingly and tried to pull him up.

Mo Huaiyuan's deep eyes dimmed, but he suddenly pulled the unstable little woman into his arms with no effort! An Ran screamed and fell on him, feeling a dizzy turn. Mo Huaiyuan hugged her waist tightly, turned over and pressed her between the pillow and her chest, and his thin lips were very close to her little face.

"Mo Huaiyuan, you..."

"I just ate sashimi, still remember the taste?" He looked down from a high point, and his eyes gradually became cold.

From the moment she fell on him, she felt a strong and charming masculine aura, which she had been avoiding but could not avoid. Now she had been integrated into her breathing, making her breathing and swallow him while she was breathing. The man in his arms held his shirt tightly and almost trembled all over.

Mo Huaiyuan held her little head.

"Try it again. Is it the same this time?"

When she was drunk, she said that kissing him felt like eating sashimi, right?

The fiery crimson thin lips fell down, and without saying a word, sealing her.

The breath was swallowed, and the little hand that was clenched into a fist, and the wrist was clenched behind her. In the silent and intense intensity, Mo Huaiyuan's tongue swallowed was a bit powerful.

She was dizzy, and her breathing and voice gradually weakened.

The electric current flowing all over her body made her shocked.

The silent fire burned warmly.

Aware of her suffocation and discomfort, Mo Huaiyuan took a little lighter movement and spread his breath to her little bit. An Ran, who came to his senses, subconsciously got involved with him, and sprayed his hot breath little bit on his face.

If she didn't stop, he would swallow her together with her bones.

An Ran finally reacted.

In a trance, I seemed to see the angel and the extremely charming man who kissed me, which was actually Mo Huaiyuan.

An Rangay is broken!!!

"Mo Huaiyuan, you bastard! She said it well and brought me to have a meal. But you ate with me in a private room and deliberately sent someone else away. It turned out...it was just for..." She was so angry that she couldn't even say anything, so she got up and opened the door and ran away.

Mo Huaiyuan hugged her from behind, his face dark and calm, and his breath leaned down: "Are you so excited?"

"You hypocrite!!!" She wiped her lips, tears falling from grievance.

"I have an intention to you," he admitted lightly, without hiding it at all, looking down at her excited little face, his voice was dull and low, "It doesn't matter where it is, it doesn't matter who it is. Even if I don't bring you here today and don't be in the private room, my attempt will be reduced a little? Do you believe it? - And since it has reached this level, I'll let you go so easily, maybe?"

His words were very cold and hard, and he even expressed his desire so frankly, not to mention that he didn't really do anything, just kissing.

What's more, it wasn't a one-sided kiss, she obviously responded.

An Ran is still wronged, or afraid!

Mo Huaiyuan sighed slowly in his heart, turned her trembling little body and hugged her, closed the door, lowered her eyes and stared at her crying face, and murmured to herself: "...Is that embarrassing? Like me?"

Ask her, and ask yourself.

"Okay," patted her back and pressed against her forehead. Mo Huaiyuan whispered and said softly, "I'm too radical... don't cry... hmm?"

I don't know, but I thought he had bullied her.

"Not crying." She defended, wiping her eyes, "Just angry!"

Mo Huaiyuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"Anran," he called her in a low voice, pressing against her forehead with soft bangs, staring at her, and said seriously and slowly, "One day, I will be tortured by you until death."

One day, I will be tortured by you... to death.

*******

In the afternoon, Qu Weilan felt a headache when she read the information.

Shen Yan was still sorting out the work, it seemed that this type of work was already very familiar.

Qu Weilan Youyou stared at her for several seconds.

"Don't do it, why don't we talk." She suddenly said something inexplicably.

Shen Yan raised his head and smiled awkwardly. The movements on the keyboard remained unstoppable: "Talk? Minister Qu, what do you want to talk to me?"

Qu Weilan also smiled.

"I don't know," she played with the pen between her fingers and said, "I'm quite absent-minded, my focus is not on work, and I'm not serious and I'm slow to be effective."

Shen Yan's movements stopped and looked at her.

"How about that," she straightened her back and turned her swing chair, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, "Minister Qu, go to the thirteenth floor, I'll watch here. If Secretary Yao asks, I'll say you've gone to the bathroom, how about it?"

The geographical location of the office where Qu Weilan is located is not very good. Directly opposite is Secretary Yao's office, which is almost a gun.

"Really?" Qu Weilan was a little surprised.

Shen Yan raised his finger and put in an "ok" position!

"Well... OK." Qu Weilan also made a decision, stood up, walked out and shook the door twice. When the person on the other side was not paying attention, she slipped into the elevator and ran to the thirteenth floor. Before leaving, she had a lip-syncing "Thank you!"

The flattering smile on Chen Yan's face faded away and gradually became colder. He thought about the scene of that day carefully and decided to forget.
Chapter completed!