President's Single-minded Love

Yan xiaonuo see his red ear root, can't help laughing, "what is to say what, so shy why?"

The pure silver spoon fell on the table and made a clear sound.

Yan xiaonuo smile a pair of peach blossom eyes into a crescent moon, bright eyes such as diamond general radiance, the United States is amazing.

"I'm very shy?" she was locked in her dark eyes

"Yes." Yan xiaonuo smiles and pulls out a paper towel to wipe the soup on his thin lips.

she suddenly approached, a fragrance, not perfume or liquid soap, but a kind of body odor, like if he did not drill into his nose.

With the comfortable temperature left by her little hands on her lips, mercy firmly grasped her hands, and the warm feeling on her bright wrists made her fingers loose and the paper towel fell off.

Mo Xi Jue bowed her head and gently kisses her fingertips, and then turned into a soft sucking bite with her white tender fingers. Yan xiaonuo only felt a crispy and itchy feeling on her back, and instantly the whole person was soft.

To see her gradually red cheek, like the peach blossom in March, is intoxicating. He put her in his arms and put his arms around her. His voice was very magnetic: "it seems that you are the shy one now."

"Where am I?" Yan xiaonuo's heart beat fast and unconsciously bit his lower lip.

Before she bit her lower lip, Moxi decided to kiss her, saying that xiaonuo was suddenly attacked by him, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a weak stamen in the wind.

At the end of the kiss, Messi decided to kiss her earlobe and murmured, "how many days will it end?"

"Ah?" Yan xiaonuo did not react for a moment.

Mo xijue's hand drew a circle on her abdomen, which made her chuckle: "don't make trouble, I'm so itchy!"

Voice with three points crisp, seven points jiaochen, instantly ignited the flame of the West.

He took her into the bedroom and pressed her on the big bed. His black eyes were so bright that he said, "I haven't answered yet." Fingers brush her delicate clavicle.

Yan xiaonuo's head instantly "buzz" a, she understood what Messi must be asking her.

A small face red, Yan xiaonuo gently turned over, back to him, Mo xijue saw her ear lobes were dyed with a layer of pink, like a crystal clear pink jade.

His heart was shaking, and his fingers were not under his control. Yan xiaonuo felt a chill on his back. He quickly turned around and exclaimed, "Messi!"

In such a short time, the skirt on her body had left her, and before she could react, she saw that the skirt was definitely thrown on the carpet by Messi.

"Answer me." Mo xijue's eyes are full of tyranny and despotism, and sweat oozes from his forehead, and his magnetic voice is full of dullness.

Yan xiaonuo was held tightly by him. His cool fragrance and masculine breath on his body made her subconsciously want to escape. She gently answered him: "there are still two days."

There was silence for a second, and she heard his commanding voice: "help me."

Yan xiaonuo's heart fluttered and fluttered. She didn't know what she was doing. Her brain was completely covered with paste. Her eyes only looked at the colorful patterns on the flower board that day, and her head was a little dizzy.

"Remember what you owe me." The voice of Messi's contentment rang in her ear, and she was slightly stunned.

She was like a marmot. She saw the clean quilt and immediately got into it.

Leaving only a pair of bright peach blossom eyes to look at him, Moxi would lower her body, and her big hand pulled away the silk quilt she was holding tightly. "Does the hand hurt?"

Yan xiaonuo smell speech slowly released the hand, arm upload a burst of acid hemp, she gently frowned.

A touch of heartache flashed in his eyes. He lifted up the quilt, held her arm in his arms, and kneaded it for her with moderate strength.

The numbness in her arms gradually spread, like soaking in the hot spring water. She secretly looked at mexicho. His eyes were serious, and there was nothing like the kind of feeling that people would be trapped at a glance.

"Does it still hurt?" After massaging her for a while, he released his hand and asked her.

Yan xiaonuo shook his head, soft voice, "no pain."

"Well, I'll take a bath. You can sleep for a while." Mercy said and went to the bathroom.

Yan xiaonuo closed her eyes and took a nap for a while. When she woke up, she found that Moxi had left. She looked at the ceiling for a moment.

She went back to the original bedroom and found that the sheets and bedding had been replaced with new ones. The light bright blue was covered with apricot blossom white wisteria, which made people feel fresh and comfortable.

She put paper back on the easel. This time, she wanted to design a work with soul.

The pencil made a good rustling sound on the white paper, like a dancing spirit. This time, she wrote like flowing clouds and flowing water, and there was no previous carton.

After receiving the pen, she looked at the design draft in front of her, and felt that it was completed in one breath and natural.How to see how satisfied, she smiles brightly to take down the design draft, scanned into the U disk, competition regulations, in addition to the actual works, but also design the original.

After saving the manuscript, she began to think about how to make the dress. She decided to do it herself.

There are four days to go before the competition. Where should she find the raw materials?

At this time, Messi definitely came back and saw the original manuscript she had painted. A trace of satisfaction appeared in her eyes: "this is not so good."

Yan xiaonuo got his praise and was more happy in his heart. He simply tilted his head and asked him, "can you take the first place?"

"Yes." Messi spoke with great ease.

With him in, she took the first thing or not.

"Well, if I take the first, I'll treat you to dinner!" Yan xiaonuohao said dryly.

Mercy thought of his last experience, and his face suddenly darkened. He snorted, "if I stand up again this time, I will never forgive you."

Yan xiaonuo some embarrassed to lower his head, "this time will not."

"That's about the same," he said

"Little ink, I want to make this dress myself. Do you know where to get the raw materials?" Yan xiaonuo asked him softly.

"Go and make the cake," he said

"Good!" Yan xiaonuo knew that he had agreed, and his smile was bright, "this time I will never put more sugar!"

Looking at her dancing figure, mercy couldn't help but draw up the corner of her lips.

The next day, Yan xiaonuo had no class. Just after breakfast, housekeeper Vader personally brought all the cloth and tools needed to make clothes, and put them into the original idle room.

"Miss Yan, everything the master ordered has been sent." Butler Vader's voice remained elegant and polite.

Yan xiaonuo nodded with a smile: "well, it's hard for you, housekeeper Vader."

Vader housekeeper laughed: "I wish you the first prize in the competition."

Yan xiaonuo thanks, after seeing off vide housekeeper, she began to make clothes.

She can also find a dressmaker to do it, but she's not sure. Although it's a competition piece, it's also her first one.

Her grandmother taught her how to make clothes. She used to sew simple clothes for herself and her grandmother, so she used to use the sewing machine easily.

However, this garment can not be made by sewing machine only. Some subtle parts need to be handled by hands.

She sat there, unknowingly passed the majority of the day, back pain, she got up to relax.

When she felt better, she went on making clothes.

When Mo xijue finally came back, he found Yan xiaonuo lying on the table asleep, with a good skirt on his hand.

This is a top-grade organza and light Chiffon Strapless white skirt. It's soft and solid, and the skirt is very long. However, it's that kind of irregular design, and it's a bit wild.

He hung the skirt on the hanger and frowned at the rags on the floor and the stitches on the table. How could she make clothes?

"Well..." Yan xiaonuo is sleeping soundly and sends out a voice of somniloquy.

Moxi will quickly take her back to the bedroom, said small Nuo did not wake up, lying on the bed with the quilt on the sleep.

"Messi decided Big bad guy... "

The dream words of Yan xiaonuo whispered into the ears of Mo xijue, and his eyes became gloomy.

Is he a bad guy? Good.

"It doesn't seem so bad either..." Yan xiaonuo said again with her eyes closed.

Mercy's gloomy face began to clear up.

Yan xiaonuo turned over unconsciously and murmured: "I want to take the first..."

Mexici could hear it clearly. He picked his sword eyebrow slightly. He wanted to be the first in his dreams? He was just saying it when she said it.

It seems to be her wish.

After a while, she said, "what a silly girl."

Yan xiaonuo didn't wake up. It was late at night when she woke up. Because she had been sleeping too long, she felt dizzy and had to return to her position for a long time.

"How did I get to bed?" Yan xiaonuo said to himself, got up and got out of bed.

When she saw the document in her study, when did he come back?

At the sound of the footstep, Moxi turned back, and his black eyes were deep: "awake?"

"Well, when did you come?"

"Four hours and twenty-eight minutes ago." Messi decided to put the papers down. "You really can sleep."

Yan xiaonuo was embarrassed, "well, are you hungry? Let's have dinner. " The table full of food in the restaurant almost made her greedy.

A faint smile flashed through the corner of his lips and sat down with her at the table.

"Did you find the model?" Mercy would take a knife and fork and ask her.Yan xiaonuo shook his head: "not yet. The clothes are just ready."

"There are four days left for the competition. You have to choose models, models, try on clothes, walk on the runway, and pay attention to the schedule." Mercy was very kind to remind her.

"But where are the models going?" Yan xiaonuo stroked his forehead with a puzzled expression. Looking for a model and asking for money again, she has no purse.

"Go with me to Empire group tomorrow afternoon and pick one." Said mercy faintly.