Chapter 868

Chapter 868

Bai Xiaohu put down the oxtail soup, pushed the dining cart and walked out of the suite straight.

He also saw Miss K cuddling with Dad Hei, so he couldn't sleep tonight.

In the suite, He Chen was sitting outside the balcony smoking a cigarette, Mochizuki and Liuyun were lowering their heads in the corner to reduce their sense of presence.

The french windows were half opened, and Li Qiao glanced at He Chen with a half-smile.

Shang Yu signaled Li Qiao to sit down, and then closed the French windows naturally with long legs to block out the smell of smoke.

He Chen: "..."

Li Qiao folded her legs, leaned on the armrest with her waist, and said nothing, with a very arrogant expression.

Shang Yu gave Liu Yun a look, and the latter understood Mochizuki to leave.

"etc."

The two paused, stood in the middle of the living room, and nodded in unison, "Ma'am."

Li Qiao looked at the two of them with raised eyes, her eyes fell on Liu Yun's lap, and she said faintly, "What did you see me hiding yesterday?"

Liu Yun was the one who saw Li Qiao in the cab of the commercial vehicle and hurriedly retracted his legs to hide.

If he hadn't made so many small moves, Li Qiao wouldn't have been suspicious.

It is obvious that he has a guilty conscience.

Liu Yun lowered his head and cleared his throat, "Conditional reflex..."

Li Qiao shook her toes lightly, "If you don't hide, I really haven't noticed."

Mochizuki took advantage of the situation to look at Liu Yun, and directly pushed the hollow of his leg with her knee.

Shang Yu sat down with a slumped waist, his deep eyes flicked across Liu Yun, with deep meaning.

Understood.

Ma'am, this is after the fall, and she was the first to take him to the knife.

Liu Yun wanted to cry but nodded in agreement, "Madam is really perceptive."

Mochizuki was worried that it would harm her innocent big fish, so she said Ma'am, my stomach hurts, and turned around to run away.

A smile appeared in Li Qiao's eyes, her eyes fell back to the coffee table, she pouted, "Drink the soup."

Shang Yu didn't move, and gently rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand, "Is the matter over?"

Li Qiao turned her face away with the same expression, and threw out two words unhurriedly, "Guess."

She still doesn't know how much Shang Yu knows about the whole thing.

Before everything was settled, Li Qiao didn't want to say too much.

...

On the other side, when Yin Mo returned to the room, he saw that Ming Dailan had already woken up.

She was standing in front of the window, her hair was in a messy bun, and her back showed an indescribable depression.

Yin Mo pursed her lips and probed in a low voice, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

Ming Dailan didn't speak, she looked at the night sky silently, no one knew what she was thinking.

Yin Mo walked over cautiously, taking advantage of her height, she saw a paper-white cheek reflected in the glass.

Ming Dailan kept silent, and Yin Mo couldn't figure out the true thoughts in her heart, so he could only accompany her quietly.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe shorter, the corner of Ming Dailan's mouth moved, and she said hoarsely: "What happened just now?"

Yin Mo's eyes flickered, and she answered with lowered eyes, "You fell asleep, nothing happened."

Ming Dailan's eyes were gloomy, and she lost all vitality and demeanor. She closed her eyes, and her voice did not fluctuate, "Send him away, the farther the better."

"OK."

At this time, Ming Dailan turned around slowly, with depressed eyes, "Go out, don't bother me until tomorrow morning."

Yin Mo raised his eyebrows calmly, "Ma'am, you..." Don't get caught up.

Otherwise, Qi Zai's arrangement was wasted.

She never felt pitiful for Ming Dailan. Looking at her actions in the Duke's Mansion these years, not to mention that she deserved her death, she definitely deserved it.

Ming Dailan seemed to know what she was going to say, and waved her hands weakly, "Get out."

Yin Mo had no choice but to leave. The moment before closing the door, she paused for a few seconds, and seemed to hear Ming Dailan's suppressed sobbing.

She closed the door indifferently, stood in the corridor and thought for a while, sent a text message to the bodyguard, then turned and went back to her room.

The Duke's Mansion did secretly issue an order to kill Landis this afternoon, but the news was intercepted by Li Qiao, and Yin Mo provided false clues, so Landis was able to avoid the group of bodyguards.

...

The night was like thick ink, and the corridor was silent.

Yin Mo stepped out of the elevator and took out the key card without haste.

Her room is standard, and the location is not good, and the musty smell of damp carpet can be smelled all around.

The orange light that leaked in from the corridor elongated Yin Mo's figure. She closed the door with her hands back and didn't intend to turn on the light, but she stopped suddenly after taking two steps.

"who?"

There are people in the room.

Because in addition to the musty smell, there is also an unfamiliar tobacco smell.

Yin Mo was on alert and stepped back vigilantly. Just as she reached out to turn on the light, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by warm palms.

She attacked with a backhand, but the other party pulled her wrist and pulled it down. Yin Mo staggered forward and slammed into the man's arms.

While the familiar smell shocked her, she couldn't help asking herself why she was familiar with his smell.

"Baby, so enthusiastic?"

He Chen pulled her wrist to his waist, put his other hand around Yin Mo, and pushed her against the wall.

Yin Mo's scalp was numb, and the dim night could have magnified his senses.

Her whole body was pressed down by He Chen, and the close contact made the two hug each other almost tightly.

Especially He Chen's breath sprinkled on Yin Mo's ears, making her upset.

"Let go." Yin Mo whispered coldly, her overly intimate behavior intensified her struggle.

He Chen turned a deaf ear to her words, but instead tightened his arms and pressed her more tightly in front of his arms, with a hint of warning in his frivolous tone, "If you want me to do you, just keep twisting."

Yin Mo didn't move.

The feeling of powerlessness when facing He Chen once again came to mind.

In the matter of being shameless, He Chen said that he was the second, and no one dared to be the first.

Yin Mo pressed her back stiffly against the wall, trying to express her resistance and resistance with such body language.

"She's quite obedient." He Chen lowered his head and looked down at Yin Mo through the hazy night outside the window. It's been a while since I saw this woman, but this woman is still so pretty.

He pinched Yin Mo's cheek, and his eyes fell on her lips, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yin Mo looked up suspiciously, "Why..."

The rest of the words were blocked by He Chen.

A man like him who does whatever he wants, never wrongs himself.

Having tasted the tastes of countless women, he still thinks that Yin Mo suits his heart better.

He Chen's kissing skills are very good, at least for Yin Mo, all refusals can be automatically interpreted by him as refusal and welcome.

What's more, all Yin Mo's kissing experience came from He Chen, and within a moment she felt weak all over, and all her senses rose and fell with He Chen's teasing.

It wasn't until He Chen let her go that Yin Mo realized that he hugged his neck at some point.

She wanted to withdraw her hand, but was stopped by He Chen. He wiped off the water stains on Yin Mo's lips, bowed his head and kissed him twice, "Go, have a supper with me."