I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Me, I am not angry." Qiao Mian blushed, and as he drew closer, she felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Is it?" Mo Yesi was two centimeters closer to her, and the warm breath he exhaled spilled on her lips. Her fingertips pressed her jaw, rubbing gently. "Then you kiss me, I believe you if."

"Why, what?!"

Qiao Mianmian's eyes widened in shock.

Mo Yesi looked at her slightly opened pink lips, her eyes narrowed, and her eyes became dark.

Her lips taste very beautiful.

It is very sweet.

That night, he tasted many times.

His eyes darkened as he remembered the night.

Confronted with his burning eyes, Qiao Mian panicked and stretched his hand away.

She moved aside twice, and after a distance from him, she blushed and said to him: "Mo Yesi, are you serious?"

In this way, she was really panicked.

There is an urge to escape.

She was like a frightened bunny, her ears stood up in fright.

Not only did she blush, but even those white and tender ears glowed with attractive pale pink.

Mo Yesi resisted the urge to reach out and saw that she was so shy that she decided to let her go temporarily.

After all, he and his little wife had just been married for less than a day.

He didn't want to scare her now.

"Huh." Mo Yesi straightened his body and stretched his hands to straighten the buttons on the cufflinks of his shirt. He said seriously, "Go to dinner first. Do not do serious things until we are full."

boom……

Qiao Mianmian's face was instantly rosy like blood.

The whole face seems to be burning.

Mo Yesi, the man, looked so cold and abstinent.

But why is it so bad in the bones?

Is he the same in front of others?

Driving position.

Uncle Li, who heard the conversation between the two, couldn't help but blush his old face.

Mother, I didn’t expect that the young master would be able to tease the little girl like this.

He thought that the young master did not understand how to get along with the young lady.

Now it seems that he is worried.

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The place to eat is a very high-end revolving restaurant.

Upstairs on the 68th floor.

The best location of the restaurant has always been reserved for Mo Yesi.

The manager came out to greet people and met Mo Yesi. Bi Gong shouted respectfully: "Mo Shao."

"Huh." Mo Yesi nodded lightly.

The manager looked at Qiao Mianmian who came out of the elevator with him, looked at her as a student, and froze for a moment, wondering: "Mo Shao, this is..."

"I……"

Qiao Mianmian just said a word, and the man's arm was wrapped around her waist, and she embraced her possessively: "This is my wife."

"Mo, Mrs. Mo?"

The manager was stunned and shocked.

He looked at Qiao Mianmian with unbelievable eyes. The shocked look was more exaggerated than hearing the end of the world coming soon.

After a few seconds, he finally recovered, and quickly bowed to Qiao Mianmian: "Mrs. Mo Shao, good evening."

"Cough, good evening."

Said hello by such a deep bow, Qiao Mianmian enjoyed such treatment for the first time.

She seemed a little uncomfortable.

Mo Yesi looked down at her, hooked her lips, and walked forward with her slender and soft waist.

After walking a few steps, Qiao Mianmian suddenly felt a warm breath spilling into her ears, and the gentle fragrance of the man's body also hit her nose.