I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Mo Yesi raised her deep black eyes and looked at her. His beautiful face eased a little bit more than before.

Obviously, she was pleased by what she just said.

There was a little smile in his eyes, but his face was still stretched: "I didn't ask you."

"Yes, yes." Qiao Mianmian continued to laugh and coax a certain arrogant man. "You didn't ask me for it. I wanted to buy it for you."

"Buy me expensive?"

"Well, buy the expensive one, pick the most expensive one."

"I didn't force you."

"Yes, yes, you didn't force me. Everything is voluntary."

"Then you said, go to the mall to buy it later." Mo Yesi said here, his eyes were already lightly smiled, and his lips were tickled.

He reached out and pulled Qiao Mianmian into his arms, let her sit on his lap, hugged her and opened a document: "You read the last few documents with me, and I can get off work."

Qiao Mianmian twisted in his arms, adjusted a more comfortable sitting posture, stretched his arms around his waist, and hugged him, "Will this affect your work?"

The fragrance of the girl in her arms is soft.

The tantalizing sweet fragrance haunted his nose, and it would have no effect on him, impossible.

Hugging her, he always has a snack.

Want to do something else.

But the feeling of holding her was so beautiful, he was reluctant to let go of her.

He took a deep breath and endured the hotness caused by her twisting just now, his voice squeezed, and the words he spoke were a little hoarse: "Baby, as long as you don’t move around in my arms, there will be nothing to me What effect?"

"Otherwise, if you twist twice, I may not be able to guarantee what will happen in a while."

As if to prove his words, there was a very honest reaction somewhere.

Qiao Mianmian sat on his lap and felt it all at once.

There was a heat wave on her face, so frightened that he froze in his arms and dared not move again.

Last night... This man was tossing for too long.

Moreover, so many tricks to toss her, until now, her legs are still sore.

She didn't want to be tossed again before she recovered...

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A private club.

In the renovated antique courtyard, a handsome and evil man sits in a gazebo.

Around the gazebo is a pond full of pink lotus flowers.

The man leaned on the scarlet railing, holding a piece of fish food in his hand. His slender white jade fingers twisted the fish food in the small porcelain bowl and threw it into the pond, attracting a group of fish to scramble for food.

A delicate tea set was placed on the stone table next to it. The tea artist in the clubhouse carried the teapot into the tea cup and poured hot water. The refreshing tea fragrance rose into a white smoke and spread around.

The air is full of sweet and pleasant tea fragrance.

The tea artist carried the tea cup and respectfully and carefully delivered it to the man who was feeding the fish: "Young Master, please taste it."

Miyazawa threw some fish food into the pond again before turning around, taking the wet hand from the waiter and wiping his hand.

After wiping, I took the cup of tea.

As soon as I took a sip, I heard a footstep slowly approaching.

After walking into the pavilion, the footsteps stopped.

A respectful voice rang: "Young Master Gong, Mr. Qiao is here."

Gong Zeli lazily raised his eyes, and his eyes fell to the face of Qiao Ruhai who was standing there anxiously, hooking his lips,