Outright Favoritism

Chapter 1086 I can’t see you wronged

Yin Mo waited for a few seconds without hearing an answer, Shi Shiran looked at He Chen with doubts in his eyes, “Why don’t you speak?”

He Chen looked at her expressionlessly, and rubbed her lips with his thumb quite hard. “Such a small mouth that can’t speak, should I find something to block you, Bao, Bei?”

Yin Mo wanted to crooked, his eyes looked away erraticly, “Am I wrong?”

“That’s right.” He Chen let go of her shoulders, and said with a smile: “Since it’s not inseparable, then you will stay home and wait for Lao Tzu to come back.”

Yin Mo thought for two seconds, “Then if… I can’t live without you, will you take me?”

He Chen has the illusion of cocooning and restraining himself. He was silent, and then raised his thin lips frivolously, saying, “Don’t even think about it.”

Yin Mo was a little upset, but she resisted the attack again.

In her heart, she actually believed that He Chen would not mess around outside.

But his behavior of going out alone made Yin Mo feel that he was excluded from his world.

Yin Mo stood up without saying a word, and walked to the bar to pour a glass of whiskey. As soon as he picked it up, a hand came out from behind and pressed the glass.

He Chen stood with one hand in her pocket, standing behind her, with a smile hidden under her eyes, “Are you angry?”

“No.” Yin Mo pushed his forearm, “Take your hand away.”

He Chen remained unmoved, leaning sideways on the bar, his eyes locked on her face, “Want to drink?”

Yin Mo raised his head, her expression in lukewarm and lukewarm looks as if it read ‘what nonsense are you talking about?’

He Chen didn’t feel annoyed, and continued to patiently move her handsome face to tease her, “I’ll give you a drink after a kiss.”

“Then I won’t drink anymore.” Yin Mo loosened the glass and took a step back very deliberately.

Perhaps she didn’t even notice her, this sentence was full of women’s anger and grievance.

He Chen couldn’t stand it. He immediately circled Yin Mo’s waist, tilted his head and took a sip of whiskey, then directly covered his lips, opened the woman’s lips, and poured the spirits in.

The strong aroma of wine spread in each other’s lips, Yin Mo was forced to swallow the whiskey, and the tip of his tongue was sucked numb.

She raised her hand to beat He Chen on the shoulder. After struggling a few times, the man let go of her reluctantly, “Be honest.”

Yin Mo stopped moving, but stubbornly turned away from her face, and refused to look at him.

He Chen looked interested, turned her face back, and chuckled: “Baby, are you having a temper with me?”

Yin Mo’s heart suffocated, and his eyes became more trance.

She seems to be really emotional.

In just a few days, she became more and more comfortable in front of He Chen, and even…forgot to abide by her duty.

Is she… arrogant because of petting?

He Chen can figure out what Yin Mo is thinking about almost without looking carefully.

He felt distressed immediately, and quickly hugged Yin Mo and patted her on the back, “It’s a good mess, I like you to make a tantrum with me.”

Yin Mo did not react: “…”

He Chen turned around and sat on the high chair, circled Yin Mo and kissed her on her face several times, “Stop making trouble, go to pack some clothes later, and take you out tomorrow.”

Yin Mo was out of state in a daze, “You agree?”

“Yeah.” He Chen’s hand was rubbing her waistline dishonestly, “If you don’t agree, I won’t see you wronged.”

Just the expression and voice of Yin Mo just now, let alone go out with him, even if he wants his life, he is willing to take the initiative to gouge his heart.

Yin Mo couldn’t help but cocked the corners of his mouth, and took the initiative to reach out and hug the man’s waist, “I didn’t feel wronged either…”

He Chen lowered his eyes, put a finger into her hair and rubbed it twice, “Happy?”

Yin Mo didn’t speak, but his move closer to the man was enough to prove everything.

At this moment, Yin Mo clearly perceives that He Chen pets her very much.

…

The next day, at eight o’clock in the morning, He Chen took Yin Mo out of the door refreshedly.

Destination, Palma Airport.

Getting into the car, the man kneaded Yin Mo’s left hand intentionally or unintentionally, and raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror, “What’s going on with Rong Manli?”

Ayong turned around, glanced at Yin Mo, whose eyes were beautiful, and reported: “Brother Chen, not yet.”

He Chen folded his legs, kicked the back of the front seat with his toes, and warned gloomily: “Don’t gouge your eyes.”

Ayong hurriedly sat down with the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, not daring to move.

Brother Chen is really stingy. Didn’t he just look at Miss Yin, but also goug his eyes?

But…Miss Yin is so **** good-looking, I don’t know if there are any sisters.

He Chen raised the baffle in the car with a displeased face, and looked sideways at the woman beside him, “I will wear a mask when I go out.”

“Why?” Yin Mo said in a naive way, “I’m not afraid of getting sun-dried.”

God is not afraid of the sun.

He Chen’s chest seemed to be clogged with cotton wool, and he was a little out of breath, especially when he thought of A Yong’s amazing look at Yin Mo, he regretted taking Yin Mo out.

I really underestimated this woman’s ability to attract bees and butterflies.

He Chen rubbed his eyebrows irritably, his eyes narrowed, and he clicked his head on Yin Mo’s neck several times.

Half a minute later, he looked at the strawberry hickey on Yin Mo’s neck and patted her cheek with satisfaction, “Baby, it’s so beautiful.”

Yin Mo inadvertently wiped the saliva on the side of her neck, “Where are we going?”

He Chen was very satisfied with her reaction and rubbed her head, “Your hometown, the British emperor.”

…

In September of the British Emperor, the temperature was slightly lower than that of Palma, and light rain continued.

Walking out of the private cabin, the humid and cool air rushed toward his face. He Chen hugged Yin Mo, and quickly walked to the commercial car opposite.

Yin Mo talked very little along the way. When she returned to the British Emperor, she had mixed feelings, but there was a trace of anxiety in her behavior.

Qiao Qiao said that in the archives of the British Imperial Police Station, her personal information was in the state of death.

Not only her, but also the Yin family and his wife.

In the carriage, Yin Mo tilted his head and looked at the tarmac outside the window. He hesitated for a long time before pulling his head and muttering pessimistically, “I may not be able to leave the country…”

She went to Parma that day, and the reason why she was able to go unimpeded was all thanks to the pretty black gold diamond card.

Now in the British Emperor, her identity is likely to be difficult to achieve.

Even… there is a risk of suspended animation being discovered.

Although the Childman family has become history, she is Xiao Yehui’s confidant after all, and some things cannot escape legal sanctions.

At this time, He Chen took out a cigarette from her pocket, stared at her sullen eyebrows, folded her legs and raised her lips and teased, “Then I will let you take you back?”

Yin Mo took it seriously, tugging at the corner of his mouth and nodding reluctantly, “Yes, good.”

“Heh!” He Chen sneered and raised her chin, “Honey, who am I?”

Yin Mo: “He Chen.”

“I’m your man!” He Chen bowed his head to her lips, “I am here, why are you worrying about it?”

Yin Mo fixedly looked at his eyes, his throat was itchy, and he reached out and hugged his neck and rubbed his head, “You are so nice…”

(End of this chapter)