I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

But he stayed.

Moreover, there is still a lot left.

He has his own selfishness.

These traces were his brand on her.

He picked the most visible place and planted these exclusive marks.

He wanted to see all the men who coveted her.

This woman already has a master. If they have any thoughts, they will be dismissed as soon as possible.

"Three days?" Qiao Mianmian's mentality was a little bit exploded. "I haven't been to the crew for a few days. You asked me to take three days off. Mo Yesi, are you intentional?"

She now seriously doubts that this man was intentional.

Knowing that she was still filming, she still made so many marks on her neck.

Moreover, they are still in a very conspicuous place.

She wanted to cover it with her hair.

"Baby, don't be angry."

Mo Yesi certainly would not admit that he was deliberate. He stretched out his hands and glared his eyes, swollen his face, and looked at his young girl with an angry face in his arms, letting out a soft voice: "Sorry, last night was I can't help myself. I will pay attention in the future."

"You don't want to ask for leave, then you say, what do you want to do?"

Qiao Mianmian didn't really want to lose his temper with him.

Who can blame this matter?

He didn't pay attention.

But last night, didn't she forget to remind him.

Speaking of which, she did not withstand his temptation, and she did not refuse too thoroughly, otherwise it would not let him succeed.

"Mo Yesi, why are you so annoying?"

Although not all is his fault, but most of it is his fault.

Qiao Mianmian was still angry, but he threw his hand and thumped him twice in the chest. His pink fist hit his strong muscle: "You hate to die."

"Good, I hate it." Mo Yesi was angry with her, still coaxing aloud, "I'm wrong, I didn't think about it, baby, you can be as angry as you want. Call me and scold me all If you are happy, just don’t let your body get mad."

"Otherwise, I will be distressed."

The more he was so good and angry, the more Qiao Mianmian wanted to make it, and his pink fists knocked on his chest several times, like a little cat with fried hair, and he said to his teeth: "Why are your muscles so hard? Is there a stone in it? My hands hurt me."

"Baby's hand hurt?"

Mo Yesi hooked her lips to catch her little hand, raised her lips, and gently exhaled: "The husband blows for you."

The warm breath was like a warm breeze blowing on Qiao Mianmian's back.

The man blew air on the back of her hand while gently rubbing the red area on the back of her hand.

Blowed for a while, rubbed for a while, looked up at her, "Is it still hurting?"

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

Who can withstand such tenderness offensive?

Whatever anger in my heart disappeared.

I have to say that Mo Yesi is really a man who coaxes women.

Every time under his tender offensive, Qiao Mianmian could only surrender his gun automatically.

No matter how angry with him because of anything, he will soon be coaxed out of nothing.

"Huh, don't think you are so diligent, I will forgive you." She was still brave.

Don't want him to think she's too coaxing.

"Baby, how can this be called Xianqinqin." Mo Yesi gave a low, cheerful, light laughter between his throats, lowered his head, and printed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. "This is heartache for you."