Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Mo Tingshen's voice choked, yes, he has a family, even if he and Yu Wei have not slept, but in name she is his wife, and he has two children.

​Ruan Xihe repelled all his desires and moves with a single sentence.

​Restraining his ambition, he withdrew his gaze and turned to the window, his voice indifferent: "Ask me if you don't understand."

​"Okay." She obediently agreed, and then quietly looked at the information.

It takes ten hours to fly from Beijing’s Capital Airport to Charles de Gaulle Airport in France. She has slept for an hour before. Now looking at the information, it can be considered somewhat efficient.

Mo Ting closed his eyes deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.

The stewardess came over and smiled very professionally. Of course, she was somewhat different to the first-class guests.

What's more, even though Mo Tingshen was very old, he was not old at all, like he was in his early thirties, and that kind of elegant beauty was really attractive.

"What do you need a drink?" The other party asked the lady first.

After all, Mo Ting closed his eyes deeply.

"Give me a glass of ice cola, thank you." Ruan Xihe's eyes were a little sour, and he wanted to drink something cold to wake up.

"Bring her a cup of hot milk." Mo Tingshen opened his eyes for some unknown time.

"Chairman?" Ruan Xihe dislikes drinking hot milk most.

"It's not good to drink too much cold at my little girl's house." Mo Tingshen looked at her. Although there was no expression on her face, it made people feel gentle inexplicably.

The stewardess was more enthusiastic towards Mo Tingshen than Ruan Xihe, and unbuttoned a button on her chest. It just so happened that Mo Tingshen was sitting on the outside and bent over.

But Mo Tingshen frowned and looked away, feeling sick inexplicably.

He thought he had feelings for all women, but now he realized that it was not. He seemed to be particularly unable to control Ruan Xihe.

And the smell of perfume on this woman made him a little uncomfortable.

Subconsciously, he sat down a little bit towards Ruan Xihe.

"I don't need it." He rejected the stewardess, leaning on the chair with his eyes closed.

After the stewardess left, Ruan Xihe spoke to Mo Tingshen in a low voice. She didn't seem to realize that she was getting closer to him.

"Chairman, I think that sister just fell in love with you." She whispered to Mo Tingshen in a small voice.

He only felt that the scent from her was all around him, a natural and comfortable smell.

"Little boy, don't talk nonsense." He can only prevaricate like this.

"Really, I told me instinctively that the young lady looked straight at you just now." She smiled like a little fox.

"Sleep, don't think too much." As he said, he pressed Ruan Xihe on his shoulder.

It seemed natural, but his heart was beating extremely fast. He was worried, worried that the little girl would reject him.

Fortunately, Ruan Xihe didn't move, and leaned on his shoulders obediently to sleep.

A soft mess.

Suddenly he hoped that the plane would never stop, and the hidden joy in his heart grew arbitrarily.

The little girl took the initiative to rub in his arms when she fell asleep, looking for a comfortable position by herself.

Mo Tingshen held her in his arms, and occasionally patted her on the back when she was restless in sleep, treating her gently and meticulously like coaxing a child.

Ruan Xihe pretended at first, but fell asleep later. Mo Tingshen's body was stained with a faint smell of tobacco. To be honest, it was not unpleasant, although she didn't like the smell of smoke.

When she woke up, Mo Tingshen was holding her with one hand, and fiddled with the phone screen with the other hand, looking at documents.

The profile is really handsome.

She raised her neck to look at him, Mo Tingshen suddenly lowered his head, his eyes facing each other, his breathing seemed to become rapid.