President's Single-minded Love

"I..." Yan xiaonuo wants to tell him the reason that he has been prepared for a long time.

Mercy never intended to listen to her explanation, turned and opened the door, "get in."

It's rare that he didn't ask. Yan xiaonuo got on the car obediently. The car was spacious and comfortable, and the air was fresh. She could see that it was a new car.

"What was your last lesson today?" Asked mercy suddenly.

Yan xiaonuo answered without thinking, "fashion design."

With a flash of dark eyes, he took out his mobile phone to make a phone call. "Check out the teacher of fashion design in class one of the design department this morning and ask him to take a long vacation. When will he come back to be determined."

Yan xiaonuo heard it clearly and was surprised: "how can I dismiss this teacher all of a sudden?"

Today's teacher's lecture is still very good, she likes it very much.

"You don't have to know why," he said faintly If she knew what she wanted to do, she would not accept it.

His eyes and eyebrows have a kind of solemnity and firmness, let Yan xiaonuo dare not ask what more, she is afraid to anger him that teacher may be more miserable.

"The words are graceful."

"Ah?"

"Do you have any classes this afternoon?"

"No Yan xiaonuo replied, "it's just that I have something to do at night."

Mercy turned to look at her in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

"I met director Cui today. She told me that the qualification form has been completed. I want to thank the person who helped me." Yan xiaonuo looked at Moxi with a very soft tone and eyes, so as not to make him angry again.

However, her expression became more and more happy because of her words, and the light of fireworks flashed in her black eyes. The woman finally realized that she had taken the initiative.

"How would you like to thank you?" Asked mercy with great interest.

Yan xiaonuo looked at him and didn't have any displeasure look, boldly said: "go to San Landis for dinner."

"It's a nice place. What time do you want to go?"

"Six o'clock."

Mercy never asked anything more, just nodded.

"Did you agree?" Yan xiaonuo didn't know whether he nodded or agreed.

"Certainly." Said mercy, kissing her lips.

Yan xiaonuo only thinks that his kiss is very different from the usual one. She can even feel that he is in a good mood and even has a kind of gentle lingering feeling.

After a kiss, mosey finally let go of her. At this time, the car stopped in front of the villa.

She was held off the car by him, Yan xiaonuo looked at the perfect line of his chin, some do not understand why his mood suddenly changed better.

"Little ink..." As soon as Yan xiaonuo wanted to say something, he was determined to put it down by Messi.

She watched him go into her cloakroom without looking back. Yan xiaonuo didn't understand what he was going to do, so she went to the kitchen.

There are prepared meals in the kitchen, each of which is very delicate. Yan xiaonuo sighs that she can't cook by herself. She puts the meals on the table one by one.

At this time, Messi never came out. Yan xiaonuo went in to look for him and wanted to call him out for dinner.

At ordinary times, she took clean clothes from the wardrobe, and never looked at her cloakroom well. When she came in, she knew that her cloakroom was just like a shopping mall.

All kinds of clothes are hung neatly in different seasons. Two days ago, housekeeper Vader sent a batch of high-level customized new products in early autumn.

He saw her come in and took down a goose yellow A-line skirt from the hanger. The soft texture of the skirt was only embroidered with lilac irises at the hem, but it was decorated with small Amethyst lace.

"Put it on and I'll have a look." Mercy would pass her the skirt.

Yan xiaonuo is going out with her skirt.

"Just change it here."

Hooligan! Yan xiaonuo in the heart abdominal Fei, turned around, "or go to my room to change it..."

"No problem." Said mercy, holding her up and going to the bedroom.

Yan xiaonuo was speechless, and she knew that he was not so good at speaking.

There was no way. She put on the skirt with her back to him. Mercy would go up to her and nod his head with satisfaction.

Yan xiaonuo just felt hungry and growled, "Mo Shao, can we have a meal? I'm starving to death. "

In an instant, he put on a look of disdain. "A woman without interest only knows how to eat." With that, he went to the dining room.

Yan xiaonuo curled her mouth at his back and quickly changed into his usual clothes. As soon as she sat down, she saw that Messi, who was sitting opposite her, was definitely on the phone.

"Well, that's it. Now send a stylist here. I'll see someone in 20 minutes."

"What are you going to arrange?" Yan xiaonuo asked him doubtfully.

"It's nothing. You can eat at ease." Said mercy faintly."Oh, the stylist?" Yan xiaonuo asked after eating a mouthful of rice.

"After dinner, I'll make you a shape." After taking a sip of the soup and frowning a little, she knew that the servant's cooking was not as good as her.

Yan xiaonuo opened his eyes, "why do you suddenly want to do modeling?"

"Don't you want to eat in the evening? You have to dress up. " A big president said, of course.

"It's just a meal. As for that?" Yan xiaonuo said speechless.

"Why not?" It's the first time that they go out to eat. This woman

Yan xiaonuo feels that she has communication barriers with him, so she doesn't speak. She has to eat enough and then think about the works of the design competition.

Twenty minutes later, the stylist arrived at the villa on time and bowed 90 degrees to Mo Xi Jue and Yan xiaonuo. The voice was very respectful, "president, Miss Yan."

"Give her a proper hairstyle." Said mercy coldly.

"Yes, Miss Yan, please sit down on the dresser." The stylist's voice is very gentle, with 12 points of respect.

She sat down in front of the mirror and turned her eyes.

The stylists of imperial group are all very professional. Before he came, he had a general understanding of Yan xiaonuo. On the way, he had already thought out a set of modeling most suitable for Yan xiaonuo.

So everything was very fast, less than ten minutes, Yan xiaonuo felt that he had never been so beautiful.

"Miss Yan's skin is very good, and she looks pure, so she doesn't need to make up." The stylist spoke softly.

Mo xijue saw that she was just braiding her hair on her temples and pinning it with a small sapphire hairpin. The brilliance of sapphire flashed in her dark hair, like stars in the night sky. It was pure, but more mysterious and gorgeous.

He was very satisfied. The stylist knew that his task had been completed and immediately stepped down.

Mercy decided to twist a wisp of her hair. He had seen countless good hair, but none of them was as black and bright as her, with a faint fragrance.

Yan xiaonuo stood up, but did not expect his hand did not loosen, a sharp pain from the scalp, she hums a, "good pain!" At the same time, lean back.

He would hold her in his arms with his fingertips still around her hair.

Looking at each other, she only felt that his eyes were like hot lava to melt her.

"I I have something else to do. " Yan xiaonuo said weakly and wanted to get up.

Mo xijue's big hand held her waist, and turned around to crush her on the bed. The other hand was in her ear, and his voice was low, "what's the matter with you?"

"I haven't thought about the work of the competition yet." Yan xiaonuo whispered, he was so close to her that she did not dare to move.

"Since I didn't think about it well, I'll give you some inspiration." Mo xijue's black eyes became deeper and deeper, and her thin lips gently covered her lips.

The blazing touch with a gentle, easy to let her indulge in it, a long time later, when she was awake, has been like a vast ocean of general submerged her.

She turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were wavy, her cheeks were flushed, and a few strands of hair were greasy on her temples.

His long fingers brushed her temples, and his dark eyes were full of emotion, helping her to push her hair back.

"Sweat all over, go and wash it." Mercy said a word in a low voice.

Yan xiaonuo snorted in his heart, and his sweat didn't know who it was.

She was thinking of getting up, but her body was empty. She was directly carried to the bathroom by him.

Yan xiaonuo panicked, "Mo Shao, what do you want?"

"I'm tardy about everything, so I have to wash it together." Mo xijue's eyes are full of banter.

Yan xiaonuo said angrily, "who wants to wash with you?"

"I will." The tone of Mo xijue is very overbearing.

"I don't want it!"

"You have no right to say no!"

"You You rascal

"It's not the first time for you anyway, it doesn't matter how many times it has been!"

Yan xiaonuo wants to cry without tears, this man's logic has always been strong, at this time, the bathtub inside the water has been completely filled.

Messi took her and sank into the bathtub. Holding her waist, she sank and the waves rose and fell violently.

Yan xiaonovo is on the edge of the bathtub. Her hair is either floating in the water or sticking to the edge of the bathtub. What a pity for her.

"If you don't try your best, you'll be too tired to get up."

Yan xiaonuo turned his head and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Seeing that she ignored himself, he simply lowered his head and gently kissed her back, leaving a little mark.

Yan xiaonuo bit his lips and tried to restrain the murmur that was about to overflow. He climbed out of the bathtub before his big animal hair, took a bath towel and wrapped himself. Looking at himself in the mirror, he murmured discontentedly: "the hair is disordered.""You can do your hair yourself," he said

Yan xiaonuo combed his messy hair in front of the mirror, "eh? The hairpin didn't fall off. "

"The stylist I called to, in addition to being responsible for modeling brilliantly, should pay more attention to its durability. Even if it is a day and a night of war, it will not be too chaotic." Messi was determined to tease her.

His words made Yan xiaonuo run away with a red face. Moxi was in a good mood and took a shower and went out of the bathroom.

She stood in front of the easel, a white silk skirt, a thin black belt tied her slender waist, more wet black hair hanging in the waist, black hair with her painting action slightly swing, add a lot of charm.

She looks serious, and usually very different, like the pearl jade Lin Lang, the light makes people can't move their eyes, there is a kind of holy, let people dare not blaspheme.

Mo Xi determined to look at her, unconsciously lost the God.