Chapter 790: Li Qiao Meets Yin Mo

Chapter 790: Li Qiao Meets Yin Mo

He Chen pinched her cheek fondly, tugged lightly, and raised his eyebrows mockingly, "Scared, looking forward and backward, why haven't you grown yet?"

Yin Mo squeezed the steering wheel slightly, turned away from He Chen's hand, and said nonchalantly: "It has nothing to do with growth, I'm not you, so I don't have any worries."

He Chen sneered, put his hands behind his head, bit his cigarette butt 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 at ease."

"You don't have to speak so harshly." Yin Mo gritted his teeth and said a few words, squinting at He Chen, his eyes filled with displeasure, "I'm not his lackey!"

He Chen raised his eyebrows amusedly, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, his words were blurred, "Is this too ugly? What kind of psychological quality?"

Yin Mo: "..."

You can never reason with a scoundrel.

He Chen is a typical example.

After about twenty minutes, the car drove into the main road of the Port of London.

Yin Mo observed the rearview mirror vigilantly, but did not notice any phenomenon of following the car, and his tense mood relaxed slightly, "Where are we going next?"

He Chen, who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, raised the end of his eyes to look out the window, closed them again, and whispered an address.

Yin Mo was slightly surprised, "Is it the Parliament Palace?"

"Baby, you talk a lot of nonsense."

Yin Mo remained silent, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and rushed past the red light at the intersection at a speed close to that of a racing car.

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

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

He Chen looked at her naturally smiling lips, and an evil fire surged up inexplicably.

The woman didn't seem to know how alluring her face was.

He narrowed his eyes, and the glint in his eyes surged, "Stop."

Yin Mo was puzzled, slowed down the speed of the car, and glanced at him hastily, "What are you doing?"

He Chen motioned towards the corner of the street diagonally opposite, and repeated those two words, "Stop."

Yin Mo didn't understand his intention, turned on the turn signal, and quickly parked the car on the side of the road, "Why... um."

A magnified handsome face suddenly approached, pinching the back of Yin Mo's head and grabbing her lips.

Under the sun, on the side of the road, no matter how big the space in the car is, it will not be possible for Yin Mo to break free from He Chen's encroachment.

Although he does this kind of thing a lot, occasionally pedestrians pass by on the side of the road, and their every move in the cab can be clearly captured.

"Give me...let go."

In He Chen's eyes, Yin Mo's push was like a gnat shaking a tree, but he squeezed his wrist and pressed it to the top of his head in two or three strokes.

The man sucked her lips, sucked and bit them lightly, and a pleasant smile overflowed from his throat, "Baby, do you want me to fuck you now?"

Yin Mo didn't move.

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

Obedience 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 corner of her mouth with his rough thumb, looked at the perfectly shaped smiling lips, lowered his head and pecked twice more, "Good boy, keep driving."

Yin Mo pursed her 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, messing up the broken hair at her temples, and it seemed that this was the only way to blow away the smell of He Chen left on her body.

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

As the car drove away from the street, He Chen glanced at the road monitoring outside the window from the corner of his eye, and his long and narrow eyes passed by, and disappeared in an instant.

...

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

Yin Mo opened the scissor door and saw two low-key Bentleys parked beside him.

She turned her eyes, only to find that He Chen had already walked up the steps on his own.

Yin Mo followed him casually, walked around the long corridor after entering the door, and soon came to the third floor of the West Hall.

The member stood guard outside the door, saw He Chen, turned around and pushed open the wooden door of the library after making a gentlemanly salute.

Yin Mo walked in without knowing why, and before he had time to look around, he looked up and saw under a row of bookshelves on the left, Li Qiao was holding a notebook with one hand, turning pages from time to time, with a slightly confused profile.

"Qiaoqiao!" Yin Mo exclaimed in surprise, ignoring He Chen who was waiting to thank him, and walked towards Li Qiao's direction with strides.

He Chen pursed his lips: "..."

Hearing the familiar call, Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and saw that Yin Mo had already hugged her.

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

Yin Mo let her go, nodded with a smile, "It's safe, don't worry."

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

Out of tacit understanding, Yin Mo raised his arms and said softly, "Healed up."

Although it would occasionally feel uncomfortable on cloudy and rainy days, she knew it was Li Qiao's credit for surviving Shang Shaoyan's hands.

The two haven't seen each other for a long time, and there are many obstacles between them.

After finally meeting each other in a safe environment, Yin Mo has a lot to say.

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

"It's fine for now."

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

Li Qiao slightly curved her lips, "It has nothing to do with you, it's because he is not vigilant enough, I will find a way."

Yin Mo raised her eyelids and looked at her. Even after all kinds of misunderstandings, she could still see undisguised trust in Li Qiao's eyes.

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

"What are you afraid of?" Li Qiao looked at Yin Mo with her chin in her hand, and smiled casually, "It's just a choice, there is never any betrayal between us."

Yin Mo's voice was high-pitched, she turned her face away, and let out a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, you still remember what I said."

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

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

The sexiness is still the same, but the emotions in those eyes are too strong, as if all the thoughts are hidden in the dark, making it difficult to pry.

At this time, Yin Mo turned her head and looked at the bookshelf next to her, her eyes were red, and she was at a loss for what to do with the sudden weakness.

She was very sad, for herself and for her seven cubs.

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

Li Qiao should have asked, and she also said that it was a rare meeting and such a good opportunity, but she never mentioned the Charman family, and instead asked about her difficulties.

This made it even more difficult for Yin Mo to resist such thoughtfulness and warmth.

Qi Zai three years ago, and Li Qiao three years later, are always the same.