Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 1087

  As He Chen said, Yin Mo did not encounter difficulties when leaving the country, and even the other party directly stamped and released her without carefully looking at her passport information.

  London Port Royal Hotel.

  Yin Mo walked into the suite and stood in front of the grille window in the living room, overlooking the whole city.

  I haven't come back for a few months, familiar and strange.

  The warm body approached from behind, He Chen put her hands on the window sill and confined her in her arms, "Baby, how about touching the scene?"

   Yin Mo turned his head and yelled at him, "No. What do you want to do when you come to the British Emperor?"

   "Ding Dong——"

   Before He Chen could answer, the doorbell rang outside the hallway.

  Yin Mo raised her eyebrows suspiciously, and moved the man's hand to open the door.

  He Chen stopped her movement and glanced coldly at the door not far away, "You don't have long legs? Do you still need me to invite you in?"

  The concealed door was pushed open at the right time, and Feng Yi walked in in a British suit with a faint smile, "It's not better than you, I'm polite."

  Yin Mo saw Feng Yi and was shocked, so he subconsciously nodded, "Feng Yi..." Young Master.

   "Well, just ask him to back cover." He Chen pulled Yin Mo back into his arms and fastened it.

  Feng Yi: "..."

  Not long, two men sat on the sofa chatting, Yin Mo sensibly went to the small bar to make tea.

  Feng Yi took off his coat, adjusted the little vest on his body, raised his eyes and looked at the other side, "Selected?"

  He Chen lazily cocked Erlang’s legs, glanced at the woman not far away, and curled his lips deeply, "The best choice."

  Feng Yi rubbed his pocket watch on his chest and smiled narrowly. “It seems that Captain Yin does have something extraordinary. It’s really extraordinary for the prodigal son to receive his heart.”

  Look at Yin Mo's eye-catching hickey on his neck, and you know how crazy He Xiaosi is.

   "What?" He Chen raised his eyebrows maliciously.

  Feng Yi squinted at him helplessly, leaned over and picked up the cigarette case from the table, "You mouth, can she stand it?"

  He Chen licked his lips freely, "You have no chance to try."

  Try Nima.

Feng Yi maintained a gentleman's manner and did not scold him. When he lowered his head and lit his cigarette, he said in a vague voice: "I checked Yin Mo's information. It is still in the archives of the British police station. It is not difficult to transfer away, but she Now it’s dead, why don’t you just give her an identity in Nanyang?"

"trouble."

  Feng Yi raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, "Can it be more troublesome than transferring files?"

  He Chen glanced at him, "I care about so many, I am happy."

  "He Xiaosi..." Feng Yi looked at his handsome face, and then sighed with surprise, "I really never found you to be so engaged when you are in love, like a very loyal and good man."

  He Chen didn’t bother to pay attention to his teasing, resting his head on the back of the chair, and said in a deep voice, “It’s not enough to tune Yin Mo away. I will take all the files of the three Yin family.”

  Feng Yi gave a thumbs up, "Really a good son-in-law of the Yin family."

  "Not comparable to you, the earl of the royal family."

  Feng Yi got used to He Chen’s poisonous tongue. After the two chatted a few more words, he asked intently, “Li Qiao was able to retreat with the Yin family all over. Didn’t she give them a new identity?”

  "The Yin family is not her responsibility, besides...you make a woman in the late pregnancy worry about other people's affairs all day long, is it dead to be Shaoyan?"

  He Chen believes that if he does not make a move, Li Qiao will definitely settle everything for Yin Mo in time.

   But now that Yin Mo has him, he naturally does not need Li Qiao to bother.

Feng Yi pressed down the corner of his mouth clearly, and staring at He Chen's serious look, he couldn't help but said with a smile, "I really don't know what you want. It is more convenient and quicker to give her a new identity, but you have to stay near and farther."

  He Chen snorted with a look of ‘what do you guys understand’, "Are you guys who grew up with an EQ of 29?"

  Feng Yi pursed his lips displeasedly, and he lost his gentlemanly manner, "Don’t **** bullshit, my emotional intelligence is 76."

   "Normal people are 80." He Chen pressed his cheeks and grinned.

  Feng Yi picked up his cigarette and picked up his jacket and stood up. It happened that Yin Mo folds back into the living room with his teacup.

   Seeing this, Feng Yi dusted his small vest, and said with a gentle expression: "Sister Yin, it’s very hard to be with Xiaosi, right?"

  He Chen felt bad, got up and urged, "Feng Xiaoer, hurry up and get me off."

   Yin Mo did not untie Feng Yi’s intention, but out of courtesy he responded: "No, no hard work."

  Feng Yi smiled intriguingly, "Do you mind if he had a woman before?"

  Sure enough, He Chen knew he had no good words in his mouth.

  Feng Xiaoer is the most confusing, and the usual trick is to rely on his gentleman's demeanor and not to do personnel affairs.

  At this time, Yin Mo's low EQ played a role, "Do you mind?"

  She thought that Feng Yi was talking about He Chen’s love affairs in the past. After thinking about it, she tentatively asked a lie that made Feng Yi’s soul tremble: “Does it... Princess Margaret minds your past?”

  He Chen immediately grasped the key point, stepped forward and leaned over to look at Yin Mo, "Baby, does he have a past?"

  Be reasonable, I don’t know much about Feng Yi’s love history.

  After all, he was in the British emperor, separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and the brothers wouldn't even inquire about such gossip.

   Yin Mo looked left and right, and said indifferently: "I don't know much. I just heard people mention it once in a while. The second cover... The son has a lot of noble daughters."

   "Fuck." He Chen raised his leg and kicked Feng Yi. "You **** hide deep enough?"

  Feng Yi put on his suit jacket without embarrassment and cleared his throat, "Brother sister, are you familiar with Marguerite?"

  Yin Mo said that she was not familiar with it.

   "Very good." Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "Go now, see you later."

  The first time He Chen saw Feng Yi, who had always been calm and self-sufficient, eating flat, he suddenly put Yin Mo's shoulders on his shoulders and couldn't help laughing.

After Feng Yi left, he kissed Yin Mo's face twice, "Baby, you are so **** cute."

  Yin Mo blinked inexplicably, holding the tea cup with a dazed expression, completely unaware of what happened.

  He Chen couldn't help but took the cup in her hand, turned around and pressed the person on the sofa, inevitably it was another deep kiss of extreme devotion.

  For a while, he let go of Yin Mo, looked at the panting woman under him, rolled his Adam's apple and asked her: "Baby, do you like the church or the auditorium?"

  Yin Mo's eyes were confused, and it was obvious that she couldn't return to God after being kissed. For a long time, she said two words according to her preference, "Church."

  He Chen lowered his head to the corner of her mouth, and continued to ask: "White or red?"

"White."

  He Chen propped up his upper body, his eyes dripping softly, "Western or Chinese?"

  Yin Mo will answer all questions: "Western food."

  He Chen’s speech speed gradually increased, “Am I good-looking or Feng Yi is good-looking?"

   "You look good."

  He Chen raised the corners of his lips, and quickly asked the last question again, "Do you like me or Feng Yi?"

"like you."

  He Chen smiled, while Yin Mo glared at him with a little shame, "What are you asking about?"

   "I hurt you." He Chen held her face and rubbed it lovingly. "Are you hungry? Brother will take you to Western food."

  Feng Yi, who inexplicably became cannon fodder downstairs, sneezed twice unexpectedly.

  Who the **** is scolding him?

  　6000, let’s give a preview. After He Chen’s extravaganza is over, pick up Yunli Xia Siyu

  　　 As for how much will be written outside the fan...

  (End of this chapter)