President's Single-minded Love

Yan xiaonuo asked in a hurry: "what method?"

"Ask Lu Xuechang for help!" Fu Jingyao said, "last time he helped you so much, this time should also have a way!"

Last time, it was Moxi who decided to help her solve the problem. I'm afraid even Xuechang Lu thought his father helped.

Messi decided Yan xiaonuo thought, holding the mobile phone unconsciously.

"Mo Shao should be eating Chinese food with Miss Xuan now."

"Miss Xuan is the most beautiful girl we have ever met."

Why does he accompany others every time she wants to find him Yan xiaonuo hesitated to call him.

At this time, Lu Ting's call came.

Yan xiaonuo slipped down the answer key, "Lu Xuechang."

"Well, are you well?"

"I'm fine. My cell phone ran out that night, so I forgot to send you a text message."

"It's nothing. You'll be ok if you're all right. At 8:00 tomorrow morning, Mrs. Xuanji's lecture will be held. It's a good opportunity to improve your professional level. Besides, you are still participating in the design competition."

"Lu Xuechang, I My seat card is missing. "

"What? How is it possible? "

"It's true."

"Did you watch the surveillance video?"

"Yes, but no one moved."

"This I'll think of a way. Don't worry

With that, Lu Ting hung up his mobile phone, and Yan xiaonuo sighed heavily. His small face was full of despair.

"Wan Juan, can I help you?" Fu Jingyao saw her hang up the phone and asked in a hurry.

Yan xiaonuo shook his head to deal with Jing Yao.

"Otherwise, I'll take a recording pen in secretly and record the content of the scene?" Fu Jingyao has an idea.

"Recording pens are not allowed to be carried." Yan xiaonuo shook his head and said, this level of lectures, is strictly prohibited to carry any electronic equipment.

"You don't have to be too upset. It's a big deal. I can make good use of my writing skills and take notes." Fu Jingyao used all his skills to comfort Yan xiaonuo.

Yan xiaonuo smiles bitterly.

She went back to the classroom, reluctantly finished the class, went back to the villa, threw her bag on the ground, and fell powerlessly on the bed.

The admission card ended without a clue. Tomorrow, all the students of the school will go to the auditorium to attend Mrs. Xuanji's lecture and have the opportunity to ask questions and answer questions. She thought that if her works could be answered by Mrs. Xuanji, it would not be difficult to win the title of the design competition.

But now, she didn't have the best chance that everyone had.

Yan xiaonuo's heart became gray. She didn't turn on the light in the room. The light was very dim. She only felt that her road ahead was similar to that of the house, which was dark. She lay there motionless and fell asleep.

In a daze, feeling that she was being held up, she quickly opened her eyes. It was Messi Jue.

"Yan wanjuan, I don't even cover the quilt when I sleep!" Someone's voice is still full of anger and blame.

Yan xiaonuo turned his mouth and didn't want to deal with his anger.

"What's that look like?" The tone of someone's anger rose a little.

Yan xiaonuo sighed: "I forgot."

"Can you forget that? Have you forgotten that you fainted in my arms Mercy would stare at her, and the anger in her black eyes would burn her into two holes.

Yan xiaonuo blushed and said weakly, "I didn't mean to."

Moxi continued to Tucao her: "the constitution is so bad, make complaints about it."

"How could I ever pass out?" Yan xiaonuo distinguishes for himself, who knows this time aunt will let her pain faint.

"Like this, when you're under me." Mo xijue's voice rings in her ears, and the hot breath is like fire on her ear lobes and neck.

Mo xijue's big hand gently pressed on her abdomen. Across the thin cloth, his palm was hot and hot. Yan xiaonuo's small hand was tightly clenched in his waist. Mo xijue's long legs pressed on her legs, and her posture was very ambiguous.

Yan xiaonuo's heart thumping straight jump, a face of shame and indignation, "do not say!"

Mercy never spoke again, kissing her temples, cheeks, and lips. Thin lips gently crush her soft lips, sweet as marshmallow, he could not help but deepen the kiss.

The storm kiss makes her like a boat in the tide. Only by holding him tightly, can she not find the direction.

Messi decided to let go of her lips, and all the way down, the flowers blossomed and her dress faded to her feet.

"I I can't Yan xiaonuo finally made a voice. Her voice was so charming that she felt ashamed.

"What can't?" Mo xijue's voice with a thick dull, but still lingered on her snow muscle, like a butterfly fluttering flowers, not willing to leave for a moment."It is That is Anyway, you stop. " Yan xiaonuo couldn't say anything. She just felt soft. What's more, there were countless heat fluxes surging in her body. She felt like she was about to collapse.

"Ding!" Clear voice, Yan xiaonuo saw him untie the belt, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

"I don't want to stop." Messi decided to take her hand, which she was clinging to her waist, and guided her slowly.

Starting with too scary, Yan xiaonuo only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her mouth. She was a little afraid: "no No

"Be obedient." Mo xijue's voice is full of bewilderment. Her big hand grabs the hand she wants to take back, and thin lips kiss her crazily.

For a long time, Yan xiaonuo didn't know what he had done. He only knew that when he was completely released, the voice of his satisfaction came from his ear.

The breath in the room instantly became a kind of indescribable erosion.

Her watery eyes look at his face, usually sharp and beautiful face, those black eyes are deep as if to draw her in at any time. Between her resolute forehead, sweat sticks to his micro disordered deep chestnut hair. This man has a fatal sex appeal.

"Still reluctant to let go?" Mo Xi Jue slightly lowered his head to have a look, and a deep banter rose on his lips.

Yan xiaonuo quickly took her hand back, and with a smile, he carried her to the bathroom.

I don't know when I changed into a thick carpet in the bathroom. She didn't feel cold standing on it barefoot.

She was moved, but she looked up and saw herself in the mirror. She was startled.

The marks on her body are like the red flowers in the snow, and her peach blossom eyes have an indelible beauty.

Fearing that she might catch the cold, he opened all the bathtubs, and the bathroom was filled with warm feeling.

She felt much better when the hot water from the shower came on her.

"Here you are." Messi decided to turn off the shower, took a super thick bath towel, wrapped her like a silkworm chrysalis, "wait for me to wash it." Then he shuddered and pulled up the curtain.

I didn't expect that although the man was domineering and arrogant, he was so careful. Fortunately, there was a curtain blocking her, otherwise her bath towel would be wet through.

Her hair was almost wet. She picked up the hair dryer and dried it.

The towel was thick and long, and it didn't come apart when she dried her hair.

When Moxi decided to open the curtain, she had just put the hair dryer back. Her long black hair was scattered randomly. The snow-white bath towel wrapped her exquisite body. Only her slender legs were exposed. On the thick dark green carpet, ten fingernails on a pair of jade feet were shining like pink pearls under the illumination of the warm lamp.

The body that has just subsided wants to revive again.

"Are you ready?" Yan xiaonuo's voice is still charming and moving.

With a slight cough, he carried her out of the bathroom.

Yan xiaonuo changed his clothes and changed the bed sheets with a red face. By this time, Messi was definitely dressed. He was wearing the cufflinks on his shirt sleeve. Seeing that she was too shy to look up, he laughed unconsciously.

"It's funny." Yan xiaonuo murmured and went out to cook.

Who knows the table has been full of exquisite dinner, what situation, she remembers when she came home clearly not.

"What are you doing there? Not yet hot? " Mo xijue's voice came from behind and looked at her jokingly, "do you want me to feed you?"

He bit the word "hello" very heavily, Yan xiaonuo's heart leaped, and he sat down quickly, "when is the dinner ready? I don't know."

She ate a mouthful of red date snow clam, still hot.

"Well, when we're in the room, the chef does it all." Said mercy in no way.

"Poof -" Yan xiaonuo gushed. What? When they're in the room, are there people outside?

If there is a seam now, she must jump down without hesitation.

"Pay attention to image when eating." Said mercy coolly.

Yan xiaonuo cried out shyly and indignantly, "no more eating!" I've lost my face. What else can I eat!

"Sure not?"

"No!"

Messi put down the spoon, looked at her seriously and said, "I'll not eat it. I'll just eat you."

Just now those pictures burst into her mind, and she had to start eating again. The spoon made ping-pong sound.

In total disregard of her dissatisfaction, he slowly finished the meal, wiped his mouth, and then gently said to her, "they had cooked the meal before I came into your room."

Yan xiaonuo suddenly looked up, "but the food is still hot."

"Tableware can be kept warm for ten hours." Mo xijue's voice and expression are very indifferent.

Yan xiaonuo immediately began to eat well, and Messi shook his head helplessly.

After dinner, mosey suddenly asked her, "will Madame Xuanji go to your school to hold a lecture tomorrow?"Yan xiaonuo's mood instantly became very bad, and did not answer, but nodded in a stuffy way.

"Reward for you in the daytime." Messi took out a delicate card and handed it to her.

Mrs. Xuan Ji's lecture --

VIP pass card?

Yan xiaonuo turned to the back to see his position, the first row of 15, the middle position!

That's the best position in the court!

"Isn't it a seat card?" Yan xiaonuo is a little confused.

"I've changed your seat card. With this pass, you can go to any place in the venue, including the backstage, including Mrs. Xuanji's lounge. You can enter as you like."

Yan xiaonuo swears that this is the most beautiful words she has ever heard in her life. No wonder her seat card can't be found. It turns out that she was promoted by the man in front of her.