The posture of his holding chopsticks, the height of his cuffs, and the clavicle that faintly emerged when his shirt was open... It turned out that they were so handsome...

Anran put his chopsticks, trying to deliberately ignore the idea, looked up and lowered...

Before I could do it, my face was burning slightly...

After wiping his hands, Mo Huaiyuan breathed a sigh of relief before walking out of the kitchen. He went to the restaurant to take a look, but his eyes dimmed - it was indeed done, not easy to be dazzled.

Although the fried dishes were good enough, they did not guarantee the taste, and the chicken pot was really ruined.

"We're having dinner..." The little woman called out, suddenly reacted, her face turned red, and she couldn't help but say, "Why did I ask you to eat? Mo Huaiyuan, you used to call me."

She was slightly indignant.

Mo Huaiyuan smiled faintly, and there was a faint guilt in his charming and clear smile.

The tall figure walked over, embraced her petite body, lowered her eyes, took away the bowls and chopsticks in her hand, and said, "Don't put it..."

The little woman was taken away by him and pressed her to the position of her broad chest. The two of them almost broke the gun. Such closeness only made her feel a nerve in her mind was hooked out, and it hurt even if she jumped to the point.

"I'll go change my clothes and take you out for food."

He said softly.

The little woman was still stunned and didn't react. She glanced at the table: "But we... aren't all done..."

Mo Huaiyuan gently patted her little head, and his tone was still soft and silence: "I don't want these."

He remembered the years she had been in the army. Although she was not picky, the food in the army was not bad. At An Zhanyu's house, Chen Ma was also a good cook. It was unreasonable that she was following Mo Huaiyuan at this moment, and she was not as good as before, or even herself.

If necessary, it is unknown whether it is necessary to start practicing cooking skills from now on.

The little woman was stunned for a while and understood what he meant. Her whole heart was warm. He had already covered her ear gently and asked her, "Do you want to change clothes? I'm waiting for you here." Her little face became slightly hot. She clicked a little, and couldn't help but rub her face gently. She exited, opened the door alone, shook out the key and went to find clothes next door to change.

When she came out, Mo Huaiyuan was already standing at the elevator entrance in a tall suit. She wore a fluffy sweater jacket, ran over like a ball of hair, and came to him and was hugged by him.

The autumn cold in the south comes very quickly, and it is especially cold at night, but it is already her thickest clothes.

Mo Huaiyuan frowned slightly, and regardless of her resistance, he said to accompany her to go shopping for some winter clothes. He wrapped her in his arms tightly. When he got downstairs, he buried her in the cold wind and kissed her bright red lips, hid her in the corridor. When he drove the car out of the garage, he watched her run into the car.

During this period, Mo Huaiyuan answered a call.

"Well, he was there in the bidding company that was present yesterday? Are you sure?" He drove the car steadily with one hand, and the speed of the car was slowing down.

"You go to my office tomorrow and talk slowly." After that, he hung up the phone.

"Zou Yan?" She saw the name displayed on the screen with sharp eyes, "He has something to look for you so late?"

"Well," he responded, adding, "it's not an important thing."

An Ran naturally didn't believe it.

But she wasn't very scruples. She knew that if Zou Yan hadn't helped him with cover and handed over the debt that day, they wouldn't have sat here safely now.

"Then we have time to invite Zou Yan to dinner?" An Ran thought about it for some reason, but suddenly he remembered it and said, "He has helped us a lot."

It is said that she doesn't understand the worldly ways, but she will be rewarded with favors like this, right?

Mo Huaiyuan drove the car quietly and tried his best to suppress it. The curve of the corner of his mouth did not regain. I wanted to tell her clearly, well... Zou Yan was his secretary, and everything he did was instructed by him. He was very loyal and capable, and he was very strict with his mouth. These are all advantages, but overall, this is his secretary's duty...

But, he did not refuse, but reached out and grabbed a cool little hand in her palm, and said in a low voice: "Okay."

Who told her to say something like "You invite Zou Yan to dinner" or "I want to invite Zou Yan to dinner", but, let's invite Zou Yan to dinner?

"Do you know what the Ministry of Water Resources do?" She suddenly remembered something again. If it weren't for the fact that today's matter was too urgent, this matter would be imminent. "I once mentioned it to you, and there will be a real estate after the bidding is over.

Tang inspected, someone from above needed to go with me."

"Well," Mo Huaiyuan remembered, "When?"

"the day after tomorrow."

"Is that? How long will it take?" The force of holding her little hand was heavier, and the thin calluses in the palm of her palm gently rubbed her.

“One week.”

After saying that, the little woman was a little disappointed, or maybe she didn't even notice that she was disappointed in her eyes and tone.

His palm was very warm. At first she played in his wide palm, but then she couldn't help it. She leaned over and opened his palm, looking at the thin cocoons that were worn out by the butt when she was holding the gun a long time ago, and compared them with the cocoons on her wrist.

"Ranran," he let her play, turned his face and whispered, "Sit down."

"Yeah." The little woman deserved to be careless.

She could still vaguely detect this strong difference. The relationship between her and Mo Huaiyuan was very different before and after.

In the past, he would drive her. When he saw her calling someone else and using her to gesture, he would only smile and remind her, "Just call, call, sit well." Queen An would glar at him and continue to do whatever she wanted. Now that I think about it, I know how deep affection and love there was in that faint sound, so strong that it melted into the slightest detail, surrounding her like a burning flame covering the sky.

"The leader who said he wanted to go with me has not yet been selected. You can help me urge me tomorrow." When she got off the car and arrived at a midnight restaurant, she shook his arm and said.

"good."

No man doesn’t like to be dependent on by his beloved woman. Just hearing this sentence is enough for him to be drunk for a long time and to be savored for a long time.

"This week - will you miss me?" Seeing that she was about to leave, she gently clenched her palm and pulled her back, and asked softly.

The little woman met him and looked at her calmly but with a burning look, her throat was blocked for a moment and she didn't say anything.

Want to it?

She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. He was still by his side, but because of a goodbye to each other, the deep reluctance and longing spread inexplicably. What does this feel?

Mo Huaiyuan didn't force her to answer anymore, held her little hand, stepped forward and grabbed her little head, and gently printed it on her lips, saying, "...Let's go in."

*******

When An Ran entered the office in the early morning, he was extremely restless, his face became hot and cold. He fiddled with the globe on the table for a long time and didn't know how to open the bag and take out the documents.

"Engineer An," the secretary walked in and saw her in a daze, and shouted kindly, "We have a meeting in the morning. If you come, just clean up first!"

An Ran finally came back to his senses.

"Oh, OK, I know!"

After touching her hot little face, she lowered her curse and quickly focused on preparing the meeting documents.

When I went back last night, I had enough wine and meals.

When I got off the car, I didn't know who kissed who first. After the four lips were pressed together, I didn't separate. In the sealed elevator, the camera at midnight was probably only visible to the security guard on duty. Mo Huaiyuan was worried about such intimate shots and didn't want anyone to see them. He pressed her in the corner and wanted to restrain her, but her tangled kiss was hooked on him, dismantling all his self-control, and pressing her to the corner under the camera and kissing her in a fascinating way...

At the door, she regained a little bit of waking consciousness, and put her back against the cold and hard door, and wanted to go back to sleep.

But Mo Huaiyuan was completely unable to control himself. He couldn't even let her go if he wanted to.

Finally, he kissed her lips, pressed her petite buttocks tightly on her body, and begged hoarsely: "...Don't go back? Ranran... Stay here to accompany me..."

The sweat that was dripping from his body had already soaked his shirt and disintegrated her fragile atrium.

Just as she nodded and agreed, Mo Huaiyuan kissed her passionately and hugged her. After a few stumbles, he pressed onto his door, opened it in a hurry and eagerly, and took her in.

It’s not that I’ve slept with him at night, for example, that night.
Chapter completed!