Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 790 Li Qiao and Yin Mo meet

  He Chen reluctantly pinched her cheek, twitched it lightly, raised an eyebrow and mocked, "Fearful, look forward and backward, why haven't you grown?"

   Yin Mo held the steering wheel and exerted a slight force, turned his face away from He Chen's hands, and said coldly and coldly: "It has nothing to do with growth, I am not you, and there is no worries."

  He Chen chuckled, put his hands behind his head, and bit his cigarette **** and got drunk. “Don’t make excuses for your incompetence. If this continues, I think you might as well follow Xiao Yehui and be his lackey with peace of mind.”

   "You don't need to be so ugly." Yin Mo gritted his teeth and said a few words, squinting at He Chen, his eyes full of displeasure, "I'm not his lackey!"

  He Chen raised his eyebrows amused, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and faintly speaking, "This is ugly? What kind of psychological quality."

   Yin Mo: "..."

  You can never reason with a rogue.

  He Chen is a typical example.

  About twenty minutes later, the car drove into the main road of the Port of London.

  Yin Mo watched the rearview mirror vigilantly, and did not notice any signs of following the car. His tense mood was slightly relaxed, "Where to go next?"

   He Chen, who closed his eyes and slumbered, opened the end of his eyes and looked out the window, closed his eyes again, and whispered an address.

   Yin Mo screamed, "Is it the Parliament Palace?"

   "Baby, you talk a lot of nonsense."

   Yin Mo stopped speaking, stepped on the gas pedal to the end, and rushed past the red light at the intersection at a speed close to dragging.

  He Chen was hit in the back of her head by her sudden acceleration. It didn't hurt, but it didn't prevent him from being upset.

   Yin Mo noticed his gloomy gaze, and smiled slightly, "Sorry."

  He Chen looked at her natural smiling lips, and an evil fire came up inexplicably.

  This woman doesn't seem to know how attractive her face is.

  He squinted his eyes, his eyes gleaming, "Stop."

  Yin Mo was puzzled, slowed down, and gave him a quick glance, "What are you doing?"

  He Chen gestured toward the diagonally opposite street corner, repeating the two words, "Stop."

  Yin Mo didn’t understand his intentions, turned on the turn signal, and quickly stopped the car on the side of the road, "Why... um."

  A magnified handsome face suddenly leaned over, holding Yin Mo's back head and grabbing her lips.

  Under the sun, on the side of the road, no matter how large the space in the carriage is, it is impossible for Yin Mo to escape He Chen's encroachment.

  Although he did not do this kind of thing less, but there were occasional pedestrians passing by on the side of the road, and their every move in the cab could be clearly captured.

   "You give me... let go."

   Yin Mo pushed back and shook the tree like a worm in He Chen's eyes. He pinched his wrist and pressed it on top of his head three or two times.

  The man held her lips, sucking and biting, his throat overflowed with joyful laughter, "Baby, do you want me to do you now?"

   Yin Mo stopped moving.

  She knew that a man like He Chen, the more he struggled, the more he would arouse his desire to conquer.

  Submission is the only way to prevent him from continuing to attack.

  Sure enough, Yin Mo obeyed, and the man was satisfied.

  He Chen rubbed the corners of her mouth with a rough thumb, looked at the perfectly-shaped smiling lips, lowered his head and pecked twice, "Hey, keep driving."

   Yin Mo pursed his lips, lowered half of the car window, restarted the engine and drove into the traffic.

  The cold wind from outside the window poured into the carriage, which messed up the hair on her temples, and it seemed that the only way to dissipate the smell of He Chen left on her.

  He doesn’t use perfume, but the pure masculine breath is stronger and lasting than any perfume.

  As the car drove off the street, He Chen swept the road monitoring outside the window, and his narrow eyes flashed by, and it was fleeting.

  ……

  At ten o'clock in the morning, the supercar stopped in the inner square of the parliament building.

  Yin Mo opened the scissors door and saw two low-key Bentleys parked next to him.

  She turned her eyes, but found that He Chen had already stepped up the steps on her own.

  Yin Mo walked to follow him, walked in the door and walked around the long corridor, and quickly arrived on the third floor of the West Hall.

Senator    stood guard at the door, saw He Chen, gave a gentleman's courtesy, turned around and pushed open the wooden door of the library.

  Yin Mo walked in without knowing it. Before she could look around, she looked up and saw under the row of bookshelves on the left. Li Qiao was holding the notebook in one hand, turning pages from time to time, her face looked slightly confused.

   "Qiao Qiao!" Yin Mo whispered in surprise, ignoring He Chen, who was waiting for thanks, and strode towards Li Qiao.

  He Chen pursed his lips: "..."

  Li Qiao heard the familiar call and raised her eyebrows to see that Yin Mo had already hugged her.

   "Second sister?" Li Qiao hugged her back, glanced at He Chen, and patted Yin Mo on the back and asked in a low voice, "Is it safe on the road?"

   Yin Mo let go of her, smiled and nodded, "Safe, don't worry."

  Li Qiao closed the notebook in her hand, leaned against the bookshelf, her eyes fell on her arm, and raised her eyebrows.

  Out of tacit understanding, Yin Mo raised his arms, with a gentle tone, "Healed."

  Although it is cloudy and rainy and occasionally uncomfortable, but she can survive from Shang Shaoyan's hands, she knows that it is Li Qiao's credit.

  The two have not seen each other for a long time, and there are many obstacles between each other.

  After finally being able to meet in a safe environment, Yin Mo has a lot to say.

  Li Qiao took her to the sofa in the reading area and sat down. Before she could speak, Yin Mo first asked, "How is Yunli?"

   "It's okay for the time being."

   Yin Mo lowered his eyelids and curled up his fingers under the table, "Sorry, I was careless."

  Li Qiao curled her lips faintly, "It has nothing to do with you, but he is not alert enough, I will find a way."

  Yin Mo raised her eyelids and stared at her. Even though she had experienced various misunderstandings, she could still see undisguised trust in Li Qiao’s eyes.

   Her heart softened suddenly, she pursed her lips and her eyes were flushed, "Aren't you afraid that I will betray you?"

   "What are you afraid of?" Li Qiaotuo looked at Yin Mo and smiled casually. "It's just a choice. There is never a talk of betrayal between us."

   Yin Mo's throat became astringent, so she turned her face away, and sighed, "Fortunately, you still remember what I said."

   "So, don't talk about betrayal, it's rare to see each other, why not tell me...your difficulties."

  Li Qiao painted Yin Mo's eyebrows with her eyes. She is more mature and stable than a few years ago.

  The **** remains, but in those eyes, the emotions are too strong, as if all the thoughts are hidden in the dark place, which is difficult to detect.

  At this time, Yin Mo turned to look at the bookshelf next to her, her eyes flushed, and her sudden weakness made her feel at a loss.

  She is sad, for herself and for her seven cubs.

   Yin Mo suppressed his thoughts, pretending to be relaxed and joked, "I thought you would ask about my Xiao family."

  Li Qiao should ask, she also said that it is a rare meeting, such a good opportunity, but she never mentioned the Childman family, but asked her about her difficulties.

  This makes Yin Mo more and more difficult to resist such thoughtfulness and warmth.

  The seven cubs three years ago will be the same as Li Qiao three years later.

  (End of this chapter)