Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 1055 I don’t deserve to be your wish?

  Yin Mo said casually.

  He Chen asked again, "Where do you want to go this afternoon?"

  Yin Mo said it’s okay.

After the two questions, He Chen chose to shut up.

  He naturally had his arrangements, and asking Yin Mo just wanted to listen to her suggestions.

  Unfortunately, the beauty is low in EQ, and she is a submissive temperament, and it is difficult to hear her express her wishes.

  He Chen sat down, rubbing Yin Mo's hand, slowly relaxing the joints and clasping her fingers tightly.

  He was silent for a moment, his narrow eyes filled with rare seriousness and concentration, and his hoarse voice taught Yin Mo: "Baby, in front of me, you can do whatever you want."

  She can do whatever she wants, she doesn't need to be obedient at all.

   "I can really do anything." Yin Mo looked back at He Chen, and said lightly.

  Perhaps seeing the clear reflection in the bottom of his eyes, Yin Mo thought, and asked tentatively: "Then...Shall we eat steak?"

  He Chen did not speak, but his chest was mixed with sourness and unspeakable distress.

  He was also unfortunately young, and suffered years of oppression and bullying in He’s family.

  But He Chen is luckier than Yin Mo, because he escaped from the sea of ​​suffering very early, and he lived happily and happily.

  In contrast, Yin Mo was trapped in the Duke’s Mansion, and her character and background were polished by the Xiao family, making her pale and dull.

  If she hadn't met Li Qiao, she would probably never learn to resist and fight.

  He Chen raised his arms and hugged Yin Mo in his arms, gently stroked the back of her head with his palms, with thin lips printed on her forehead, "Then eat steak."

  Everyone says that He Chen is passionate and frivolous, because no one has ever seen his single-mindedness and affection.

  He can’t say how much he loves Yin Mo, but she is the only one he doesn’t want to touch any more women.

  ……

  Earl’s Seven-Star Hotel is at the peak of dining, but the entire western restaurant has only one table of guests.

  He Chen and Yin Mo sat across from the long table, and uttered to the menu in front of her, "Order whatever you want."

  Yin Mo opened the menu, and her dazzling array of delicious food dazzled her.

  She ordered a steak at random, and then she frowned as she looked at the center of the long table.

  He Chen caught this scene, took a look at it, and joked, "Baby, need a candle?"

  In the center of the long table, there are three candles.

  Hearing this, Yin Mo closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, and shook his head: "No. It's just this kind of western food set up. It would look better with a bunch of flowers."

The waiter beside    silently looked at He Chen holding the menu.

  Seven-star hotel’s top western restaurant, of course, will not make such common sense mistakes.

  But the father of the gold master who booked the table today, didn’t let those bells and whistles be reorganized, saying that flowers would block his sight of beauties...

  On the other side, He Chen, sitting lazily at Yin Mo, gestured to the waiter in compromise after a few seconds, "Swing, swing quickly."

  He Chen has no sense of a gentleman, nor is it rare to play romance and make superficial skills.

  But Yin Mo was born in the British emperor, and has a natural sense of ritual.

  It can only be said that the two most complementary people in the relationship are none other than them.

  ……

After the meal, He Chen took Yin Mo to the Cultural Park.

  The two walked hand in hand in the Pama-style scenic area, enjoying the rare tranquility.

  Yin Mo is a girl who can’t hide her worries. She walked around an old alley block. She looked sideways at He Chen’s three-dimensional and distinctive profile, and asked thoughtfully, “If you can’t find Auntie, what do you do?”

   "I will find it." He Chen tilted his head, his thin lips showed a pleasant arc, "Even if you can't find it, your man won't sit still."

   Yin Mo's eyelids twitched, and quickly turned to look at the scenery.

  Looking over from He Chen’s perspective, she just happened to see her ears gradually turning red.

  He lowered his head and breathed on her auricle, "Baby, is my answer satisfied? You can reply."

   Yin Mo avoided complaining, "Don't make trouble."

  Except for certain specific moments, she is not used to having **** with He Chen in the public.

  But the man obviously doesn’t know what it means to accept as soon as he sees it, so he kissed her on the face for several times before it counted.

Next door to   Cultural Park is a playground.

  This kind of location, He Chen has never walked in since he grew up so old.

  He tilted his eyes slightly and saw Yin Mo glance at the Ferris wheel and rubbed her head, "Want to go?"

   Yin Mo looked at him and nodded hesitantly.

  She has never been on a Ferris wheel, nor has she ever been to a playground.

  He Chen bent down and put his handsome face in front of Yin Mo, and said with a grin: "Baby, I will take you with Brother Scream."

  Yin Mo glanced at his profile, then glanced at the Ferris wheel, "Can't you enter alone?"

  He Chen squinted at her, suddenly lost interest.

  He whirled at his feet, leading Yin Mo to the playground, his back looked somewhat...apathetic.

   is another day hurt by the low EQ of 29 points.

  ……

  There are many young couples in places like playgrounds, but men and women like He Chen and Yin Mo are absolutely rare and comparable to one in a million.

  Under the Ferris wheel, He Chen took Yin Mo to ignore the amazing voice behind him, and leaned into the car.

  The inside is very spacious, with two rows of seats and a square table in the middle.

  He Chen predominantly led Yin Mo to sit on the same side.

  As the Ferris wheel slowly lifted into the sky, Yin Mo looked at the scenery with his chin, and the man was watching her.

  Going to the top, He Chen asked her if she had any wishes.

  Yin Mo thought blankly for a few seconds, then shook his head, "No, I have no wish..."

  Most of her wishes come from spiritual or material desires, but she does not have them.

  The style of the Duke’s Mansion does not allow servants to have their own ideas and opinions.

  The perennial admonitions made Yin Mo lose all desire to pursue. At the beginning, the only belief that supported her to live was probably her parents.

At this moment, He Chen looked out the window and hugged Yin Mo's waist to her lap. The ferris wheel rose higher and higher, his dark eyebrows and eyes flashed with a trace of unpleasantness, and his tone was vicious, "Captain Yin, I Not worthy of your wish?"

   Yin Mo looked straight at the man, "I can."

  He Chen: "..." He felt a little reluctant.

   Yin Mo pursed the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming slightly, "I have a wish. I hope my parents will live a long life and be healthy."

  He Chen: "..."

  When the Ferris wheel they were on gradually rose to the highest point, Yin Mo rubbed He Chen's handsome face with his soft hands, and smiled shyly, "You too."

  He Chen: "..."

  Go **** and live a hundred years old.

  With this woman, he will be fortune-telling before he died early!

  He Chen covered his lips without saying a word, and his anger was extremely strong.

  But soon, the kiss became lingering.

   Yin Mo shrank in He Chen's arms, his mind getting more and more confused.

  He Chen looks frivolous and slutty, but his kisses are extraordinarily powerful and domineering, which can always bring her trembling and heart palpitations.

  At the highest point of the Ferris wheel, the man held her lips, his narrow eyes are full of narrow narrow eyes, "Captain Yin, where should I touch it?"

  At this time, while Yin Mo was not paying attention, He Chen pinched her wrist and stuffed her palm into the collar of the shirt.

  Unknown Yin Mo lifted his eyes with water, lowered his head to look intently, and quickly retracted his hand, "It's obviously you..."

  He Chen wickedly curled her lips and pressed her palm to the position of her heart through the shirt. His eyes were deep and focused, "Yin Mo, it belongs to you."

  This heart belongs to you.

  Yin Mo stopped struggling, his gradually damp palm pressed against He Chen's heart, and he could clearly feel the warmth and beating from the skin under his palm.

  Gradually, the heartbeat frequencies of each other seemed to become the same...

  　6000+, ask for a monthly ticket~ After working on these days, maybe we can add more on weekends. Maybe...

  (End of this chapter)