Good Morning, Mr. President!

She went back to her mind and tried to adjust her mood before answering the phone.

"Well, you come to pick me up, okay? I'm at the TR, drinking too much ..."

Mo Xun's voice came from the phone. Upon hearing it, he knew that he was drunk, and that he drank a lot.

I know he has been under a lot of psychological stress lately.

Mo's condition did not improve, plus the child's ...

"You'll just wait for me there, I'll come over now." He refused. Anyway, she herself is very bored now, and staying at home to watch the news, it would be better to go out and walk.

She hung up and watched the TV again. On TV, other news has been converted. The two men are no longer there.

She turned off the TV, changed her clothes, took her cell phone and money and went out.

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TR is a premium private club, membership, luxurious environment.

People coming here are either giants like Mo Xun, or dignitaries.

The parking lot outside the clubhouse is full of good luxury cars. I glanced over and saw Mo Xun's Lamborghini in it. She was about to look away and enter the club, but ...

Look, paused while passing a black car.

That CF98 was too bright in the train.

Shouldn't it be so coincidental? But how many CF98s are there in the entire city of Utah?

Thinking about it, I found myself ridiculous. Even if it's Don Juan, then what? They ... now are just two strangers they don't know. If you really run into it, just pass by without knowing it.

I didn't go up to look at the license, just called Mo Xun and went to the clubhouse.

In the clubhouse, the gold is brilliant and the paper is drunk. After I entered, the waiter led me to Mo Xun's box.

In the huge box, only Mo Xun was alone. He was so drunk that he leaned on the sofa, not as daring as usual, but a little stunned.

"Mo Xun, let's go." He picked up his coat, hung it on his arm, walked over and patted his face.

"Well ..." Mo Xun opened his eyes with a thin slit, and saw her, grinning, like a child. "You came?"

"Um. Still up?"

"Yes." Mo Xun murmured, grasping her hand. With her strength, she barely stood up from the sofa.

He shook so hard that he could only support him with his whole body. Fortunately, the waiter at the clubhouse helped me and could barely take a few steps.

The door of the box opened, helping Mo Xun go out. He wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and almost the whole person leaned on him. The smell of the wine was so drunk that I felt like I was drunk.

Right now ...

The opposite box, the door was pulled open by the waiter.

Your subconsciously looked up.

then……

"Mr. Tang!"

Everyone greeted in a respectful and respectful voice.

A moment.

What came out of the box was not someone else, it was the man who was so beautiful that he could never be ignored.

Under the strange lights, Tang Yan came out of the club in only a white shirt. It looks lazy and beautiful, with a bit of ambiguous feeling on the body. The neckline of the shirt is slightly lower.

This kind of Tang Yan, more and more amazing temptation, even a man could not help but quietly spit.

My gaze swept over the ambiguous lip prints, the apex of my heart, and the inexplicable pangs hurt. The next moment, almost immediately turned his face away, and helped Mo Xun to leave. At a moment when her eyes staggered, she saw Tang Yan clearly seeing herself. In his eyes, apart from his fascination, it was cold.

To her coldness.

"Ms. Xun." Jian Qing came out from behind Tang Xun, and when she saw Xun, she said hello.

I barely chuckled a smile, and the expression on my face was a little stiff, "coincidentally."

She did not look at Tang Yan.

Not at a glance.

However, he could feel that his sharp eyes, like the sun (third sound), gelled on himself.

She reluctantly calmed down, ignoring his existence, and only clung to Mo Xun with one hand, and tightened him upside down, rushing to Qing Qing: "I'll help my husband go back, bye.

I didn't even realize that I had intentionally bitten the word 'my husband' a bit.

"..." Jian Qing looked at her, and looked at someone with her hands in her arms, looking cold to the extreme, and waved her hands, "OK, goodbye ..."

It ’s really good, sir.

and so……

Does he need to escape now? It would be miserable if the storm rolled over him.

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I didn't stay any longer, and helped Mo Xun to leave.

Mo Xun's body was completely crooked on her shoulder.

"Well." He was drunk and called her several times. After a while, I returned to my heart, and gently "um" from my throat. The original gentle voice sounded a little stuffy at the moment.

"You are such a good wife ..."

Mo Xun sighed, his hands suddenly stretched over and hugged her.

Stepped, stopped and refused to leave.

I can feel the distance not too close, and there is a line of sight on myself. She didn't know why she didn't push Mo Xun away, but just patted his hand, but she became more and more gentle, "You are so drunk, let's go back and say, okay?"

"No ... Actually ... I want to talk to you a lot ..." Mo Xun's words seemed to be coquettish and very childish.

"Okay, then you say now."

"I think ... it's nice to marry you ..." Mo Xun raised her little face, eyes drunk, and her eyes were dizzy, "Wife ... Do you think you ever regret marrying me?"

She sighed. This man is really drunk.

"Of course you don't regret it. Why regret it?" It was true. Now that the agreement has been signed, there is nothing to regret.

Mo Xunxi smiled, innocently cute.

"Well ... you give me a baby, okay? Wife, let's go back tonight to have a baby ..."

Hesitated.

Mo Xun didn't hear her answer, with a good eyebrow frowning, and it was difficult to come up, "You don't want to? I don't care ... I want you to give me children of other women ... I don't want ..." Alas, of all women, I just like you ... "

He was like a wayward child, hugging her tightly, and even leaned over and drunkenly put his lips on her lips and stuck them.

柒 柒 Only when Mo Xun is a friend. His lips came over, and she just froze for a moment, but there was nothing in her heart.

Unlike when Tang Yan kissed her ...

Thinking of this, I dare not think further. Why do you think of that nasty man? His women are so numerous that he can take kisses for granted.