Lucky to Have You Till the End

Mo Chiwei thought of the two meeting for the first time, she was wrapped around him like an octopus, his lips were tight, "I don't want to admit it if I am unconscious and flirting?"

Tang Xinyan turned away, daring not to look at his dark eyes like splashing ink, and stammered back, "Even if I made a mistake before, you took advantage of me several times later!"

Mo Chiwei hummed in a low voice and couldn't comment.

Tang Xinyan took a deep breath, no longer the previous anger, like a deflated ball, only grievances left in her expression, "Is it in your heart, I am just a casual person who can let you kiss and touch. The woman who stepped on?"

It was the first time that she hadn't, but she still had dignity. If it hadn't been for her forehead to be knocked, would he still take her forcibly.

Mo Chiwei picked up the cigarette and lighter from the coffee table. He lit the cigarette and squinted his eyes.

Time passed by, just when she thought he would not answer him, his low, faint voice sounded slowly in the lingering smoke, "Don't you feel that you were touched by me? Your reaction is not less than mine."

Tang Xinyan was stunned for a moment, and realized what he was referring to. She was ashamed and angry, "That is the instinctive physiological reaction of people."

"If there is a reaction, why refuse?"

Except for the night designed by Fu Sichen, Tang Xinyan can be said to be an unmanned girl. Her thinking is not so advanced, and she has no emotional foundation with Mo Chiwei, and she can go to chuang after meeting several times.

She sniffed, with a firm and awe-inspiring attitude, "I won't do something like that with a man for physiological needs, not to mention, if you don't touch me, I have no need!"

Mo Chi spit out the smoke, and he remained silent for nearly five minutes.

If it wasn't for that night she let him drive the meat, when did he treat a woman like this? It has been a long time since I have a clear heart, and once I meet what is right for me, I taste the taste, just like a drug addict, it is difficult to quit!

Mo Chiwei also didn't like to force women. He flicked the soot from his fingertips and looked at her with dark eyes, "Marriage must be done," he paused, and continued in a faint voice, "Go after the marriage you said. The agreement is printed as a file."

Tang Xinyan's pupils suddenly enlarged, a little unbelievable, "Are you willing to sign?"

"If you don't sign, you don't agree to get married?"

Indeed, if he didn't sign, it was just a verbal agreement, she couldn't believe him anymore.

"You borrowed me from your study."

Mo Chi Wei gave an unclear hum.

Tang Xinyan ran to the study and printed a post-nuptial agreement on his computer.

Innocent and naive, she thought that with this agreement, she could keep a distance from Mo Chiwei after marriage, but she really didn't understand Mo Chiwei's character.

The people and things he identified have never escaped his palm.

He can turn into a cloud and cover his hands into rain.

...

Tang Xinyan printed the agreement into two copies, and she came out of the study with a pen and documents.

There was no figure of Wei Mo Chi in the living room, a faint smell of rice came from the tip of her nose, and her stomach gurgled.

From noon to night today, I didn't eat anything except coffee.

Smelling the scent, I naturally feel hungry.

She put the papers on the coffee table and walked to the kitchen door.

Mo Chiwei changed his shirt and wore a white round neck long-sleeved T-shirt. His back looks slender and tall. His two long legs are comparable to a male model on a catwalk. Just one movie is like a Korean drama hero. sense.

But what surprised Tang Xinyan was that he could still cook.

When the big hand holds the spatula to stir fry, the action is skillful, elegant and stylish.

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More finished, good night dears~