"What's wrong?" Zhou Yanchen opened his thin lips lightly, repeating the three words she said, smiling, "What's wrong with you?"

Looking around, they were the only ones left in the theater, and the aunt who cleaned the front row.

"It's over?" As soon as she said something, she suddenly covered her mouth with an embarrassing face: "Am I asleep?"

Damn it!

It's really because this opera is too hypnotic and more effective than the English books I did when I was in school.

"Are you asleep? What do you think?" Zhou Yanchen stood up, tidied up his clothes, and strode out of the theater.

Assuming that he had lost his face, Mo Xiran patted his forehead hard and followed quickly with the corner of his skirt.

Outside the theater, the night breeze is slightly cool.

With his shoulders shrank, Mo Xiran looked at the tall figure moving forward quickly in front of him and glanced at the corner of his mouth.

Often in TV series or movies, the male protagonist should take off his coat and wrap the heroine, and then ask gently, "Is it still cold?"

But what about her?

She also wanted to lick her face to coax the old man.

Thinking about it, I was really pitiful. Mo Xiran pursed her mouth aggrievedly, and only heard a cold male voice coming: "Don't you get over!"

She trembled and she quickly jogged over.

After getting into the passenger seat, Mo Xiran rubbed his hands and apologized to him, "President, I was wrong, I really didn't mean it."

All night, he was almost overwhelmed by the mocking sight around him.

But what about her!

Sleep like a dead pig!

Turning his head, Zhou Yanchen stared at her and said, "Mo Xiyu, you can do it! You are so good!"

Mo Xiran shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything.

At this time, I am asking for death.

After glaring at her for a while, without any response from the other party, Zhou Yanchen took a deep breath and temporarily stopped.

Stepping on the accelerator, the car speeds out like an arrow!

Neon lights flashed and traffic flowed endlessly.

Black Bentley used the road as a racing stadium. Zhou Yanchen showed Mo Xiran what it means to drive racing in just 40 minutes.

Holding the handle above the car door tightly with both hands, Mo Xiran's face was as pale as paper, and her stomach was surging, and she almost vomited.

Finally, I experienced a thrilling racing thrill, and the car flipped its tail and parked downstairs.

Unlocking the seat belt, Mo Xiran immediately opened the car door, stood beside the car and bent over and retching.

revenge!

Red Revenge!

On the other side, Zhou Yanchen opened the door of the driver's seat and got off leisurely and stood beside the car.

Looking at Mo Xiran's debilitating look, he raised his thin lips and showed a smug smile.

After patting his chest, his head was less dizzy, Mo Xiran stood up.

Turning to Zhou Yanchen's feminine and cold face last year, she felt extremely hatred, but she could only say respectfully: "Thank you, the president, for sending me back. What happened tonight is that I'm not good, I'm sorry."

She looked so pale and she apologized with her lips.

Zhou Yanchen's expression changed slightly, and his phoenix eyes were obscure.

Mo Xiran could not explain the expression she saw was awkward.

In the daze, something was drawing a parabola in the air and came towards him-

Subconsciously stretched out her hand and she held the thing firmly.

When I spread it out, I saw a little old pig lying in my palm.

It's her pendant!

"President! Did you find it for me?!" Mo Xiran looked up in surprise and looked at Zhou Yanchen with his eyes as bright as a star.

Zhou Yanchen snorted coldly and suddenly looked at somewhere behind Mo Xiran.

He clenched his fist and put it on his lips to cough gently. He waved to Mo Xiran, "Come here."

Although Mo Xiran was puzzled, he obediently walked towards him with the corner of his skirt.

Standing in front of him, she raised her head, looked at his beautiful face, and smiled: "President, thank you, you..."

As soon as his waist tightened, Mo Xiran's body moved forward and fell into his warm chest before he could finish his speech.

"total……"

"Don't move!" Zhou Yanchen whispered to Mo Xiran's ear, "The old lady's sect is staring at him."

"Oh." Mo Xiran became nervous, leaned in his arms calmly, and asked in a low voice: "Is that okay?"

Zhou Yanchen pursed his lips and let her go.

The next second I leaned over and kissed her lips...

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