Chapter 1055 I Am Not Worthy to Be Your Wish?

Chapter 1055 I am not worthy to be your wish?

Yin Mo said whatever he wanted.

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

Yin Mo said it was all right.

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

He naturally had his arrangements, and asking Yin Mo just wanted to hear her advice.

It's a pity that the beauty has a low EQ and is submissive and has no opinion. It may be difficult to hear her express her wishes.

He Chen sat down with his waist down, rubbed Yin Mo's hand, slowly loosened his joints and clasped her fingers tightly.

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

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

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

Perhaps seeing the clear reflection in his eyes, Yin Mo thought about it, and couldn't help asking tentatively: "Then... shall we eat steak?"

He Chen didn't speak, but there was sourness and unspeakable distress in his chest.

He was also young and unlucky, and suffered years of suppression and bullying in the He family.

But He Chen was luckier than Yin Mo, because he escaped from the sea of ​​suffering very early, and lived a chic and happy life.

In contrast, Yin Mo was trapped in the duke's mansion, and her character and background were worn away by the Xiao family, making her pale and dull.

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

He Chen raised his arms to hold Yin Mo in his arms, gently stroked the back of her head with his palm, and pressed his thin lips on her forehead, "Then eat steak."

Everyone said that He Chen was affectionate and frivolous, that's because no one had seen his single-mindedness and affection.

He couldn't tell how much he loved Yin Mo, but she was the only existence he didn't want to touch any woman again.

...

Earl's Seven Star Hotel is at the peak of dining, but there is only one table of guests in the entire western restaurant.

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

Yin Mo flipped through the menu, and she was dazzled by the variety of delicacies.

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

He Chen caught this scene, took a look at it, and teased lightly, "Honey, do you need a candle?"

In the center of the long table are three candles.

Hearing this, Yin Mo closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, then shook his head and said, "No need. It's just that this kind of Western food will look better with a bouquet of flowers."

The waiter at the side held the menu and silently looked at He Chen.

Of course, the top western restaurant of the Seven Star Hotel will not make such common sense mistakes.

But today, the patron's father, who booked the venue, didn't let those bells and whistles be dealt with, saying that flowers would block his view of beauties...

On the opposite side, He Chen was sitting lazily looking at Yin Mo, and after a few seconds, he signaled to the waiter in a compromised manner, "Show me, hurry up."

He Chen doesn't have the sense of a gentleman, and he doesn't care about playing romantic tricks.

But Yin Mo was born in the British Empire, so he has a keen sense of ritual.

It can only be said that they are the two most complementary people in the relationship.

...

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

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

Yin Mo is a girl who can't hide her thoughts. When she walked around an old alley block, she looked sideways at He Chen's three-dimensional profile, and asked thoughtfully, "If you can't find Auntie, what will you do?"

"I'll find it." He Chen tilted his head, his thin lips curved happily, "Even if you can't find it all the time, your man won't sit still."

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

From He Chen's perspective, he could just see her gradually turning red ears.

He lowered his head and blew on her ear, "Honey, are you satisfied with my answer? Tell me."

Yin Mo dodged and complained, "Don't make trouble."

Except for some specific moments, she is not used to making out with He Chen in public.

But this man obviously didn't know what it meant to accept as soon as he was good, and he kissed her several times on the face before he gave up.

Next door to the Cultural Park is a playground.

He Chen has never been in this kind of location since he was so old.

He looked sideways slightly and saw Yin Mo's eyes staring at the Ferris wheel, rubbing her head, "Want to go?"

Yin Mo looked at him and nodded hesitantly.

She had never ridden a Ferris wheel, and she had never been to an amusement park.

He Chen bent down and put his handsome face in front of Yin Mo, and said with a smirk, "Baby, I'll take you there, brother."

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

He Chen squinted at her, and suddenly lost interest.

He spun his feet, led Yin Mo and walked towards the playground, his back looked somewhat... sluggish.

Another day hurt by a low EQ of 29 points.

...

In places like playgrounds, there are many young couples, but handsome men and women like He Chen and Yin Mo are absolutely rare and can be compared to one in a million.

Under the Ferris wheel, He Chen pulled Yin Mo into the car, ignoring the astonishing voice behind him.

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

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

As the ferris wheel slowly rose into the sky, Yin Mo rested his chin to look at the scenery, and the man was looking at her.

Walking to a high place, He Chen asked her if she had any wishes.

Yin Mo thought blankly for a few seconds, then shook his head, "No, I don't have any wish..."

Most wishes come from either spiritual or material desires, but she has none.

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

Years of admonition made Yin Mo lose all desire to pursue, and the only belief that supported her to live was probably her parents.

At this time, He Chen looked out of the window, wrapped Yin Mo's waist and hugged her onto his lap, the ferris wheel rose higher and higher, his dark eyebrows flashed a trace of displeasure, and his tone was vicious, "Captain Yin, Lao Tzu Not worthy of your wish?"

Yin Mo looked directly at the man, "Yes."

He Chen: "..." He felt a bit of reluctance.

Yin Mo pursed the corners of her mouth, her eyes shone brightly, "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 limp hands, and smiled shyly, "You too."

He Chen: "..."

Go fuck and live a long life.

With this woman, it would be a fortune teller if he didn't die early!

He Chen covered his lips without saying a word, expressing his anger extremely strongly.

But soon, the kiss became lingering.

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

He Chen looks frivolous and dissolute, but his kisses are extraordinarily domineering, always giving her trembling and heart palpitations.

At the highest point of the Ferris wheel, the man held her lips, his long and narrow eyes were filled with anxiety, "Captain Yin, where should I touch her?"

At this moment, taking advantage of Yin Mo's inattention, He Chen squeezed her wrist and stuffed her palm into the collar of the shirt.

Yin Mo, who didn't know why, opened his watery eyes, lowered his head to take a look, and quickly retracted his hands, "It's obviously you..."

He Chen hooked his lips evilly, and pressed her palm to her heart through the shirt, his eyes were deep and focused, "Yin Mo, it belongs to you."

This heart is yours.

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

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

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